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Haute Tension

Fem!Ghostface x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Violence, sexual content (no full on smut tho.. yet), mention of suicide, everybody hates Sable.

Summary: What separates a good slasher movie from a great one? Buckets of homoerotic tension.

Word Count: 2.1K

You rolled your eyes as you looked over at David. “No mither? Really?” The two of you were crouched behind a boulder scoping out the shack. 

“More useful than plucking a ukulele.” David shot back a long-suffering look in response as he moved to get up. You shook your head no and put an arm out to stop him. A few more seconds and still-sight would tell you whether or not the shack was safe to approach. 

“Excuse you, I got finger calluses learning that perk.” You said indignantly, rising and nodding towards the shack in a ‘follow me’ motion. Occupying opposite sides of the generator a brief smile flashed across your face at the sight of Sable before she walked right past the two of you and headed towards the basement. Closing your eyes for a moment and grimacing you tilted your head back as if cursing the sky. “This bitch...” You deadpanned, a small chuckle emerging from David as he grumbled something in agreement. The two of you locked eyes in mutual annoyance as the weaving spiders invocation started up and in the split second you were commiserating you both blew the skillcheck. Hissing, you withdrew your hand and shook it. A wry laugh cut through the air and you looked towards David with a raised brow. 

“Fat lot of good those calluses are doing.” You tried to maintain the grimace on your face only to break and chuckle, shaking your head at him and flipping him off. Rising to your feet, you went over and tapped your shoe on the side of the basement staircase. 

“We both blew the last skillcheck. You should probably get out of there and come with us if you don’t wanna get hooked.” Hearing nothing in response after a few seconds you shot a look in David’s direction. “Sable.” You called out again, your voice slightly sharper. 

“I heard you, I just want to finish.” She snapped back. Pulling your lips back into a tight line you put your hands up in a ‘la-di-da’ gesture before following David to the next generator. The two of you had gotten halfway through that one before you heard the familiar cry of a Sable being hooked first. 

“20 quid says she kills herself on that hook.” David japed as you held back a smirk. 

“C’mon man, that’s mean.” You said with a shake of your head as you got up. “Probably not far off though…” 

“Let Meg get her, she’s done fuck all the entire match.” You quirked a brow at him before he sighed. “I’ll go.” 

“Uh, no.” You shot back, taking a step back. “If the killer turns out to be Oni then you basically have a neon ‘tunnel me’ sign flashing over your head. You can get the next one.” Not waiting for his response, you sprinted away to the nearest sign of cover. Ducking behind it you moved carefully, taking the perimeter and listening for any noises that would give the killer away. When none came you peeked your head around the wooden panel you were hiding behind. You didn’t see any killer there but it was also too far to catch Wraith’s translucent shimmer. Sable in the meantime tried to 4% herself and you sighed, shaking your head, sprinting over, and lifting her off the hook before she could try it again. “C’mon, there’s some shelter over there where I can…” When you turned back to look at Sable she was sprinting towards the center of a deadzone as Sables are wont to do. Drawing your mouth into a tight line you crept your way back over to the generator that you and David had been working on and finished it. The pattern kept repeating with you and David alternating until the team was down a Sable. Once she was gone, MIA Meg was apparently the next to be tunneled by the killer. She didn’t miss any skillchecks on hook but never bothered trying any on the generators. When the final generator popped you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding and crept your way to the exit gate. While you opened the gate David positioned himself as a buffer between you and any possible swings from the killer. Three quarters of the way through opening the exit gate Meg was downed and you rested your head against the gate’s switch for a quick second. “Jesus Christ.” You grumbled, inwardly begging the Entity to just give you one match with three good teammates. 

“She’s been hooked twice already, there’s not much point in trying to go save her.” David warned as you shook your head in response.

“The killer hasn’t picked her up though, she’s just slugged.” You anxiously bounced your leg as the gate buzzed, escape growing ever closer. 

“Because it’s an obvious trap.” He snapped. “She didn’t do anything all match, let her learn the hard way.” 

“We shouldn't let her die just because she sucks.” You took a step back from the gate and waved him towards it.

“There’s a difference between sucking and waiting for everybody else to die so you can get the hatch.” He shot back, picking up where you had left off. Part of you wanted to agree with him but you knew it would gnaw at you if you had to look at her across the campfire knowing that you abandoned her to a grisly fate. “Fine, but I’m leaving if you get downed too.” You nodded sarcastically and flipped him the bird as you sprinted away, sprinting from cover to cover before you finally caught sight of Meg. She was in a sorry state and immediately started crawling over towards you but before you could make your way over to her he struck.

He? No… You had played matches against Ghostface before but never recalled him having an ass like that. Or being so short. You were pulled out of your thoughts when she started shish-kabobing Meg and figured it was time to get the hell out of dodge before gay panic converted over to regular panic. You were so close to the exit gate, crouching along from boulder to boulder until a crackly “Heya, Doll” cut through the silence. Glancing back, you dodged one swing of Ghostface’s knife only for her to get annoyed and immediately slash at you again. This time you couldn’t dodge, but you could bring your arm up to stop it from slitting your throat. Hissing as a thin line of blood started to pour down your arm you pushed Ghostface while she was distracted at the sight of blood welling up on your skin. She let out an irritated grunt and yelled something you didn’t stick around to hear. Sprinting to the next loopable area you forced your burning calves to work harder, inwardly thanking god at the sound of the gate’s final buzzer. Ghostface on the other hand didn’t seem keen on the idea of you leaving and grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulling back as you let out a gasp before she pressed your back against a wall. She twirled the knife in her left hand while her right tugged harder at the hair on the nape of your neck. Her body pressed yours against the wall with her thigh wedged firmly between yours. You held back a moan and tried to will the blood from rushing to your cheeks. Feeling like a bug under a microscope, you squirmed and tried every trick to get free. For her part, Ghostface just chuckled before bringing the tip of the blade to rest over your chest, digging it in just enough that a pinprick of blood colored your top. Your mind went painfully blank as you panicked, trying to think of anything that might throw off her game no matter how stupid. Worst case scenario you would at least be spared the memory of whatever grisly death you’ll be sure to suffer.

“Gay!” You blurted out, not entirely sure whether you were accusing or telling her. The two of you seemed equally shocked before she recovered and dug the knife in a little bit harder. 

“Did you just fucking call me gay?” She demanded. Despite using the voice modifier you could still hear the raise in pitch. Gotcha. You thought as one side of your mouth raised in a little smirk. Ghostface let out an annoyed sigh, the eyeholes of her mask narrowing as she raised the blade to your throat. “Something funny?” She asked, her tone too measured for her to not be pissed. 

“Hit dogs holler.” You breathed out in response, looking down to lock eye contact with her through the mask. She pressed the bloodied edge of the blade to your skin just enough for you to feel it but didn’t press it any further. 

“I should fucking gut you for that.” She spat out, pressing you harder against the wall. “Who the fuck do you think you are?” 

“You wanna do something to my guts alright.” You shot back, figuring that you could goad her into slitting your throat. It wasn’t preferable but it would be better than slow torture. It seemed to be working decently well as she huffed at everything you said so far.

“You might not have gathered this, sweetheart.” She snapped, pulling her blade back but only so her masked face could linger closer to yours. It might have been more intimidating if she didn’t need to look up at you while doing so. “But I’m a serial killer.” 

“Hm.” You murmured, hoping she couldn’t see through your bravado as you slipped your arms down and over her shoulders like you were talking about where to get dinner. “So was Aileen Wuornos.” 

“And what, you suppose you’re the girlfriend?” She questioned, her tone seeming more bored now than anything else. “How do you think this attempt to hit on me is going?” 

“Way I see it.” You swallowed, pressing further back into the wall but letting your arms hang over her shoulders. “If you let me go then I got to flirt with a beautiful, dangerous woman.” You said, a small sense of victory bubbling as she kept the blade a safe distance from your throat. “And if you don’t…” You let out a small noise as her hand tugged harder at your hair. “Then I won’t remember striking out anyways, so…” 

She sucked air through her teeth in response, tilting her head. “I think you’re just horny.” An edge of amusement seeped into her tone as she closed what little distance pressing yourself against the wall had given you. Feeling the heat rush to your cheeks you stared at her blankly for a moment before making a small noise of protest. “Really?” She asked with a sultry edge to her voice, her thigh pressing in closer. “Because I can feel your pu–” She fell to the ground with an unceremonious grunt after David bodychecked her. You shot her a look that said ‘sorry’ as you were pulled into a sprint towards the open gate.

“I thought you were gonna leave without me.” You quipped, shooting an irritated look in his direction. “I had it handled.” You protested as you tried to twist free from his grip. 

“If you die because you’re too busy flirting I’m going to kick your ass back at the campfire” He huffed out, grip firm as the two of you raced towards the exit.

“Wow, homophobe.” You teased, not bothering to look at his undoubtedly annoyed expression. Glancing back behind you you saw Ghostface running after you two and gave her a half-hearted wave. “Rain check?” A yelp rang out from you when her knife hit the wooden panel inches away from you with a heavy ‘thunk’ and you forced yourself to run even harder. You pulled your wrist away from David’s grip and slowed down as the two of you got closer to the invisible barrier at the end of the exit gate, playing it off like you were just tired. Once seeing him cross over you banked hard and to the right, only to be immediately tackled by Ghostface. You let out a grunt as the air got knocked out of you, rolling unceremoniously in the dirt while trying to shield her from as much of the impact as you could. When the two of you came to a stop you were on top of her with her thumbs kneading at the fleshy part of your hips. You locked eye contact for a few moments of silence before sitting up. “Now, then?” You asked breathlessly. 

“Now.” She confirmed, taking her mask off before pulling you down into a searing kiss.

Divider made by sister-lucifer

Second fic is done! Working on one right now that's not romantic but I'm thinking of doing some more Huntress & Ghostface once that ones done. Thank y'all!

[femslxsher]

Thrill of the Hunt

Huntress x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Huntress being Huntress, sexual content, dubcon, probably terrible Russian because I ran it through google translate.

Summary: Reader catches the Huntress's eye and the Huntress catches her prey

Word Count: 1.9K

Your heart pounded against your ears and your soles pounded against the forest floor as you matched your pace to an imaginary metronome. A sharp grunt filled the air and you feinted left in anticipation, banking to the right as sharply as you could half a second later. The hatchet narrowly missed your left arm and sunk into a nearby tree instead. With a frustrated huff your pursuer’s footsteps increased in tempo and you tore into the ground even faster, not sparing a look back in her direction. Your eyes darted around, weighing the odds of each possible escape route before choosing the one that offered the most cover. 

Sore muscles screamed over the humming as you forced them to propel you over logs and stumps. Your palms burned, the top layers of skin raw from swinging across branches as if you were in a jungle gym. But the humming never seemed to quiet no matter how far you pushed yourself. When you caught sight of a small stream your brow furrowed. It didn’t look deep but your father had once told you that running water higher than your ankles could knock you down if it was moving quickly enough. In the seconds you stared at the stream the toe of your right boot jammed into a protruding root. Falling face first into the loam, you let out an unceremonious grunt as all the wind was knocked from you. As soon as you were able to suck in another breath you pulled your foot from the root and spared a quick glance towards the source of the humming. Your stomach dropped as your attacker swung her ax down at you. Rolling over, you grabbed onto the root you had tripped over and pulled yourself back up causing the ax to bury itself deep into the embedded part of the root. The Huntress let out an annoyed huff. Before she could pull her ax from the log you dropped your weight and slammed into her, hitting her hard enough to momentarily throw her off balance. Seizing the split second you had you placed one hand on the distal end of the ax’s handle bringing your foot down onto it closer to the head. A sense of satisfaction erupted as it wedged further in, with any luck too far to be pulled out. 

You were wrong, as it turned out. The woman pulled the ax from the wood with relative ease and immediately swung it in your direction. Now it was your turn to be off balance and you fell back onto the forest floor, grunting as a rock dug into your shoulder blade. She didn’t waste a second of her advantage either and you brought your right foot up to meet the handle of her ax once more, your hands following suit. Your left foot reached out to lock behind her knee. Simultaneously you pulled your left foot as close to your body as possible while kicking the right as far away. The blunt end of the ax reared back to hit your attacker in her mask as her weight fell onto the forest floor. The air was knocked out of your lungs as she collapsed on you. Panicking, you patted her down as quickly as possible, hoping you could find a driver’s license or some form of identification to throw into the brush. At the very least it might be the thing that would help law enforcement catch her. Finding nothing you tried unsuccessfully to wriggle out from underneath the woman on top of you. When she moved to reach for her axe you took the opportunity to lock your thighs around her head before pulling her down and to the left. The two of you locked eyes momentarily and the pupils of hers were blown, no doubt with bloodlust. You grunted as your fingers found purchase at the veil of her mask as you tried to pull out any hair underneath it. In response the woman pulled back and raised to her knees, wrapping her arms around your thighs and slamming you into the ground. A cry rang out from you as the rock hit your shoulder in the same spot and you shifted one leg to halfheartedly kick her in the face. The exposed part of her face grimaced but she ate the hit while you stared up at her with panic in your eyes. Out of desperation you pulled your foot back again and kicked her square in the tits. This time the woman cried out and fell back, a series of angry sounds spilling from her lips. You couldn’t really blame her but it wasn’t like you were going to apologize considering the circumstances. 

Rising to your feet, you sprinted for the nearest locker and opened it, pulling out two hatchets and lobbing one at her. It missed by a long shot and the woman let out a dry laugh as she rushed you before you could toss the other. The air was once more knocked from you as she tried to pry the other hatchet out of your hand. You held onto it as desperately as you could but she had started to peel your fingers off one by one. When she wrested the hatchet from you, time seemed to move slower. So this was what it had finally come to. For weeks you had found yourself in this place, running from this woman you had never even wronged. At least you thought so, surely you would have remembered pissing off a 2 meter tall buff woman. The blade of the hatchet came to rest lightly on your throat but she left it there for what felt like hours. A low, breathy chuckle left her throat, twinged with equal parts menace and an odd sort of affection “Я никогда не забуду тех, кто заставил меня работать ради этого” (I never forget the ones who make me work for it). She began to push the blade closer as your eyes widened. “Ho…” (But) Her tone flattened “Конец всегда один и тот же” (The end is always the same). In a last ditch fawn response you pressed your lips to hers, your hands coming to rest on her arms. Huntress let out a small noise and you relished the fact that you had caught her off guard at least one more time. Her lips remained still but she didn’t push the blade into your skin any harder. You pulled back, your eyes wide as your breath came out in short, hyperventilated pants. Huntress stared back at you with blown pupils, her breath heavy as it came through her parted lips. Huntress’s gaze shifted downwards back towards your lips and she nearly pounced onto you. Her lips pressed onto yours harshly, hungrily. They were chapped and she was obviously inexperienced but the combined need for safety and her desire had you pressing back against them eagerly. The blade of the hatchet remained at your throat but her other arm moved to cage you in as her body pressed yours into the ground. As your legs spread your hands dropped to her hips, pulling her closer to you. You let out a soft moan as her thigh came to rub against your clothed center and you opened your eyes, gauging her reaction. She gave you a curious look before pressing her thigh closer to you, when your hips bucked in response she nipped at your lip and pulled away. A small protest left your lips and you came to sit back, watching her warily. Huntress’s face was unreadable as she came to her knees and then hoisted you over her shoulder. 

You thrashed as hard as you possibly could, screaming and pounding your fists against her back unsuccessfully. She ignored each one of your blows, walked back to where she had dropped her ax, and bent to pick it up. Her forearm clamped down on you even harder in the process. Furious tears filled your eyes but something in you refused to let them spill. Fuck her, you thought. You wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of a weepy, compliant victim. If you were going to your death you refused to face it with anything other than defiance. You continued fighting as hard as possible but her arm clung around you like a bar of iron. Confusion overtook you when she passed clearly by a hook, figuring that it was in the pursuit of a scourge hook you continued to fight as hard as your tired muscles would allow. You paused your useless thrashing momentarily and swung your weight to try and get a view of where she was taking you. When the cabin grew ever larger in your field of vision more confusion overtook you. When the two of you reached the cabin she set you down carefully before walking into another room. Your eyes scanned the room warily, looking for anything that could be used as a potential weapon in case this wasn’t what you had begun to hope it was. She returned quickly, her soft humming accompanied by the creak of old floorboards. A length of rope was in her hands and you turned to run, with you racing for the door and her racing for you. Unfortunately for you she was quicker and grabbed you in a bear hug. You tried to stomp on her foot but she lifted you into the air effortlessly. Taking advantage of her balance being off you slammed the back of your head into her face, hoping the mask wouldn’t take the brunt of the hit. In the split second that she staggered you leaned forward again and dropped your weight, widening your stance. You tried desperately to lock your leg behind hers but she had learned from the first time and instead dropped you onto the ground. You fell face-first, your eyes watering at the impact. Huntress dropped to her knees and promptly clamped them around your arms. With you helpless beneath her she unraveled the rope and wrapped a length around your neck. Dread filled you as you waited for her to strangle you. Instead, she simply tied a knot before letting her thumb rest on the shoulder that had been slammed into the rock and rubbing gentle circles over it. Huntress then got up, gently pulling on the rope. Equal amounts of rage, humiliation, and arousal filled you at the action. You glared at her as you stubbornly remained in place but her patience had apparently come to an end. She stopped humming momentarily to let out an annoyed huff and grabbed you by the arm. Her grip wasn’t hard enough to hurt but firm enough to drag you to the other side of the room closer to the fire. When there she pointed to what looked like a lump of furs and said something. Trying to remember any Russian you stare at her blankly and respond with “что?” (What). You asked shakily, hoping that you remembered the proper pronunciation and didn’t just insult her. She repeated the same word and you hesitantly walked over to it and knelt to try and pick it up. Huntress tsked and said something else you didn’t understand, waving her hand in a downward motion. Finally catching the message you sat back onto the pile of furs and smiled awkwardly, fidgeting in place. Huntress set down her ax by the fireplace and walked slowly over to you. With measured movements she knelt and crawled over your body before hooking a finger under the rope at your neck and pulling you into another heated kiss. 

Your time together was just beginning.

Divider made by vibeswithrenai

I was rewatching Yellowjackets s3 recently and the Melissa/Shauna kiss got me thinkingggg