Blood Splattered Teardrops
ghostface!sam x reader. reader is afab. warnings; smut, oral (f receiving), finger sucking, knife-play, blindfolding, blood, murder, obsession, manipulation.
word count - 5,397
NOT PROOFREAD
a/n; this took so long for no reason and is low key bad but..
Chapter Three
You dial Sam’s number and wait anxiously for him to pick up. Your mind is racing and you don’t know how you didn’t piece it together sooner. Sam finally picks up and you sit up straight. “Y/N?” He says and his voice comes out concerned. “Sam, I know who did it.” You say and Sam feels his blood run cold. “What?” He asks, trying to keep his voice calm.
“I know who killed Josh.” You stand up and start to pace around your room. “It was him. The guy from last night. He was there.”
You say. He nervously shifts his body as he listens to your response. He doesn’t think you know that it’s him. Right? Sure, it’s slightly suspicious that he ran off and didn’t come back for a while, but he has a good excuse.
“He was there? Are you alright?” He asks, worry evident in tone. He knows you’re fine, he didn’t hurt you. He couldn’t bring himself to ever hurt you. You give a simple ‘mhm’ on the other end of the line and he lets out a sigh of relief. “Well how do you know he was there? Did you see him?” He asks
You feel yourself blush and you clear you throat “um.. I know he was there because we kind of… had sex?” You say in the form of a question. You brace yourself for his reaction, which you know it’s going to be good. He’s probably make his way to your house to yell at you.
“You did what?” His tone is full of anger and shock. “Are you fucking crazy?!” He yells into the phone and you have to hold it away from you a bit. You tell his chest his heaving as he breathes based on the way he’s huffing into the phone. “Y/N. Were talking about someone that broke into your house is possibly stalking you and killed Josh! And you.. what? Wanted to get laid so bad you chose him?” His tone irritated.
You stop your pacing and your brows furrow. Did he just say that to you? “Excuse me? You have no idea what’s going in my head right now! Why would you say that?” You yell back at him. Where is this coming from? Sam doesn’t usually talk like this so it’s shocking to you.
He scoffs. “That’s honestly sad. I’ve done everything I can to comfort you and try to keep you safe and you go and sleep with him.” He throws the insult at you. You feel anger bubble in your gut. You’re very rarely angry at Sam, but right now he’s acting like a dick. You take a deep breath to collect yourself before you yell at him.
“What is your problem? I can do anything that I want.” You say sternly. You expected some sort of a reaction out of him, but never this. “Can we talk about how he killed someone and not about how we had sex!” You just want to talk to him about it so you can figure out what to do next. Obviously the cops are going to talk to you both soon and you want to communicate with him.
You hear him scoff. “Sure. Was it before or after he fucked you?” He says smugly. That was the last straw for you. You hang up the phone and turn it on silent. You angrily toss it onto the dresser and flop down onto your bed. You feel like screaming and cussing him out but you don’t have the energy. You don’t know where all this is coming from, but it’s pissing you off.
You decide that you just need to sleep it off and that you’ll talk about it in the morning when he picks you up. You roll over and turn the desk lamp off, and the dark takes over your room. You close your eyes and try to sleep but your mind is consumed with the events that went down.
All you can think about is the way he kissed you. The way he touched you. The feeling of his hands on you, the way his lips felt against yours. You huff and turn over to the other side. You shouldn’t be thinking about it. It should be just a one and done thing, but you’re dwelling on it. Every time you close your eyes you think about it. You know it’s going to be a long night of restless sleep.
You wake up in the morning with a headache and you can feel the bags under your eyes. You throw the covers off of you and sluggishly walk to the bathroom. You brush your teeth and do the normal things you do to get ready for school. Your mom has breakfast waiting for you in the kitchen. You eat it and take some medicine for your headache. You make your way outside to wait for Sam.
Some time passes and he hasn’t shown up yet. You chew on your bottom lip and look up and down the street, expecting to see him. He’s ten minutes late at this point and you’re at risk of being late for school. “Asshole.” You say and go back inside the house to have your mom drive you to school. You know how stubborn Sam could be, but you also know that he’ll talk to you eventually. You arrive at school and thank your mom.
You start to search around for Sam, but you can’t find him. You want to talk to him about what happened at the party and on the phone, but since he didn’t pick you up this morning you couldn’t. You get the feeling that he’s avoiding you after last night. You sigh and you round the corner when you spot him, except it’s not what you expected to see. He’s making out with Taylor, one of the popular girls in your grade. You freeze and you feel you heart drop. He has his hands on her waist and he’s holding her against him. You feel your chest burn with jealously, which surprises you.
You’ve always felt something when it came to Sam, but you’ve always brushed it off and saw it as a certain connection you two have as best friends. Now you’re realizing the full truth. You have feelings for him. Your heart pumps in your chest as you stare at Sam kissing her. Any hope you had of him liking you disappears. You wanted to talk things out with him but he wants to make out with some girl.
You turn on your heel, your sneakers screeching along the floor as you do so. You know that Sam most likely heard it, and is looking at you right now, but you don’t care. It shouldn’t matter to you, you had sex with some other guy and you had the right to. Just like Sam has the right to kiss anyone he wants. That’s what’s frustrating you. You know that you shouldn’t react like this, but you are.
You walk into your class room and immediately everyone starts staring at you. You hear the hushed words and take in the looks os disgust and some of sympathy. You take a seat at your desk and try to focus on getting your stuff out of you bag. The whispers continue and you feel your eyes burn with tears.
“She definitely killed him. She was the last one seen with him. plus, he texted her. The cops have all the proof they need.” One of the girls, Jessi whispers. Everyone looks at you and start whispering to one another. You know the way it must seem to everyone. If you weren’t a victim yourself, you’d probably blame you too.
You sigh and lay your head down. The past few days have been a blur of events and emotions. You’re tired and wish things would go back to the way they were before. Sam sits next to you in this class, but right now you’re not all that excited to see him. You already feel the headache forming again and know it’s going to be a long day.
The bell rings and you hear Sam sit in the seat next to you. You look up at the teacher as she starts to teach the class. You can feel Sam’s eyes on you, but you don’t look at him. You’re shaking your leg anxiously and he notices that. You just want to get out of here and go home. “Y/N.” Sam whispers and you turn your head slightly to look out of the corner of your eyes.
He’s holding out a piece of paper in your direction. You glance towards the teacher and you take it from him. You open it and you read it. “I’m sorry.” It says. With a little sad face next to it. You look over at him and he gives you a pouty face. You roll your eyes and look back towards the teacher. A few seconds later another piece of paper is thrown on your desk.
You open this one with a sigh and your heart squeezes when you read it. “I’m serious. I shouldn’t have said what I did. Can we talk?” You look over at him and he mouths “please.” You look back at the paper and flip it over. You write “After class” on it and hand it to him. You see him grin and shove it in his pocket.
You focus on class the rest of the time. Knowing that you’re going to talk to Sam after eases your anxiety a bit. He gives giving you notes that has doodles on them and you can’t help but smile. You can’t be mad at him for too long, and you know he’s truly sorry for what he said. The class comes to an end and you gather your things.
Sam is waiting outside of the classroom for you. He smiles and walks you to your locker. He opens his mouth to speak when you feel someone bump into you, causing you to drop your things. You look up and see Leigh, one of Jessi’s friends snickering. You roll your eyes and bend down to pick them up when you hear one of them mutter “murderer.” Before walking away.
Sam tenses and glares at them. You straighten again and press your head against the locker door. “What was that about? Have they been bothering you?” He asks. You can tell by his tone and how tense he is that he’s mad. You nod and grab your textbook from the top of your locker. “They were whispering about me before last class started. It doesn’t matter, everyone is gonna talk and point fingers.” You say quietly before you turn to him.
He leans against the locker and smiles softly at you. “I really am sorry for what I said last night. I was just worried and stressed out and I said stuff before I thought about it. You didn’t deserve that, I know that you’re just as scared and confused as everyone else. You don’t have to explain yourself unless you really want to. I won’t ask questions, as long as you’re safe.” He says. You can tell that it’s slightly awkward for him to apologize, because he doesn’t do it often. That just makes it all the more real. You smile at him. “Thank you. I appreciate it. And I am safe. Don’t worry.” You shut your locker.
“Just don’t leave me hanging in my driveway again to make out with Taylor.” You say and you watch as the smile on his face drops. He runs his hand through his hair. “About that-“ You cut him off by shaking your head. “It’s fine. I don’t want to hear about it. I’ll see you later.” You turn to go to your next class and leave Sam standing there. You’re glad you got to talk but you’re still slightly hurt.
Sam watches as you walk away until you disappear from view. He turns his attention to the girls that were bothering you earlier. He walks in their direction. He passes by them and he mutters “Sluts.” They both gasp and look at him. He just smirks and walks away. He knows who he’s going after next.
In your next class you’re talking to your friends Ellie and Cata when a police officer walks in and ask to speak with you. You knew it was coming sooner or later but it’s still embarrassing when the room goes silent everyone looks at you. Cata gives you a smile and whispers “good luck.” You smile back and get up to follow the officer.
He brings you into the office where the principal and another officer is. You sit down and give your statement. “Me and Josh were together at the beginning of the party, i’d say for like two or three hours. Then my friend came and got me to show me something outside. That’s when Josh was alone-“ The officer cuts you off. “Which friend?” He asks.
“Sam. He brought me outside to show me the stars. Then he went back inside to get us drinks and didn’t come back, so I went inside again. I actually don’t know where he went..” You say and your mind starts to race. Where did Sam go? Before you can dwell on it anymore the officer asks you what you did when you went back inside.
You take a breath. “I started looking for Sam when I got a text from Josh. He was telling me to go upstairs, so I did. But it wasn’t actually Josh up there. It was someone else, I don’t know who because they were wearing a mask.” You say and the officers exchange a look. “Are you the girl who was attacked the other night?” One of them asks and you nod.
You watch as the officer writes something on his sheet. You’re starting to get anxious. “What happened when you saw the person?” The officer asks. You don’t know if you should tell the truth, because it’ll look bad on your part to say you had sex with someone who tried to attack you. They’ll think you’re crazy, and maybe you are. You shift in the seat. “I um.. I ran. And I hid. After a while I finally went back downstairs and that’s when Sam found me again, and took me home.” You finish speaking and wait for the officer to stop writing.
He looks up and he dismisses you from the office. You walk out and you feel too anxious to go back home. You ask the front desk lady to call your mom to come pick you up. Your head hurts, you’re shaking and you want to cry. When your mom arrives she feels your forehead to see if you’re sick and helps you put your stuff in the car. The car ride is silent on the way home. She understands you’re stressed and scared, and you don’t have to explain it to her. You know that when you get home, you’re going to take the best nap of your life.
Nothing happens over the next few days. Theres been no other killings, or not spotting of the masked man. Everyone thinks that maybe he got scared he was going to get caught and stopped. But you have a feeling in your gut that it’s not even close to the end. Your mom snaps you out of your thoughts when she calls your name. You look up at her and she hands you a cookie. “Me and your father have to go to one of our friends birthday gathering tomorrow night. You’ll be safe, correct? You now know the password to the weapons safe.” She says and looks at you with a pointed look.
You smile and take a bite of the cookie. “I’ll call Sam over to hangout with me.” You say and she smirks. “About Sam. You’re with him a lot. Do you.. like him?” You blush and choke on the cookie. “Mom!” You yell and cover your face. She laughs and leans against the counter. “What? I’m just asking. You have other friends you know? Not just Sam.” She says and gives you another look.
You shake your head and get off of the stool. “I’m going to my room.” You say and you hear her laughing as you go up the stairs. You call Sam when you get up there and ask if he can come over tomorrow night. “Yeah I can. But I might be an hour or two late because I have to help my dad with the stupid house. You’ll be okay for a few right?” He asks. The thought of being alone scares you a bit. But you won’t tell him that.
“Yeah, I should be fine. Thanks, Sam.” You say and you hang up the phone. You bite the inside of your lip as you think of the possibilities of the man showing up. If he hasn’t been around, maybe he hasn’t had a motive to show up? You shake your head to rid of the thoughts. You know thinking about it will only stress you out. Sam will be there for you. And he’d be able to get there before anything happened. Right?
The next night rolls around and your parents leave for the party. You wait up in your room to get the call from Sam that he’s on his way. You play some music and read a book to distract yourself from the feeling you have. You keep looking towards the door and the window anxiously. You sigh and put the book down, knowing you’re not going to be able to focus on it. Time is stretching on as you wait for Sam. He’s usually done with his part of the work quickly.
Instead of Sam hammering away at his fathers house he’s staring at Jessi Minks as she backs away from him in fear. He grips the knife in his hand as he stalks towards her. His mask is already stained with the blood from Leigh, who he’d killed previously.
Jessi tries to back away slowly and look for a way out. She tries to run to the left but Sam swings the knife at her, and it cuts her arm. She stumbles backwards and trips over the table. Sam takes it as an opportunity to grab her. He yanks her towards him and stabs her in the gut. She lets out a cry of pain and Sam leans down into her ear.
“You bitches don’t know how to be nice to anyone, do you? All you do is tear down other girls who are more successful than you, because all you’re busy doing is sleeping around. You want to be a whore so bad, now you’re getting treated like one.” He twists the knife and she lets out a choked yell.
“You fucked with the wrong girl.” He growls before he pulls the knife out. Blood splatters onto the ground and he drops her. Her body hits the floor and blood pools around her. He steps over her body and makes his way out of her house, and towards yours.
You hear the doorbell ring and you jump up. You rush down the stairs and without even thinking, you open the door. Of course you expect to see Sam there but it in fact, is not Sam. Your eyes widen and the masked man tilts his head. “Hi princess.” He says and you go to slam the door.
He puts his foot in between the door frame and he shakes his head, almost disappointingly. “Come on baby. I thought you liked me.” He says and you back away from the door. You notice the blood on his mask and you swallow in fear. “You- you killed someone else.” You say hesitantly.
He chuckles and walks into the house. “Yeah, all for you.” He says and he walks towards you. You continue to back away. “What? You’re still scared of me? I won’t hurt you.” He says lowly and he creeps towards you.
“You couldn’t catch me if I ran.” You say and you stare him down. He chuckles darkly and he stops walking “You think I couldn’t catch you? Really?” He asks and you nod.
He steps back and gestures to the door. “Go ahead then. Run. I’ll give you a head start.”
You eye him and the door. He could easily kill you, you both know that and he’s made it obvious. “Go on.” He says. He starts t get impatient with you standing there, so he starts counting. You suddenly take off towards the door. You swing it open and jump the steps off the porch.
You run to the side of the house and into the backyard. There’s woods covering the area behind your house so you decide to run into them. You don’t know how much of a head start he gave you but if you can get deep enough to hide and still figure a way to get back then you think everything will be okay.
You run until it feels like your lungs are going to collapse. You lead against a large tree and try to slow your breathing and listen for any footsteps. You peak around the tree but it’s too dark to really see anything. You heart is pounding and your hands are shaking. Your breathing finally slows and you look around for a way back.
If you can make it back and call Sam, maybe he could be there before the man comes back. You go to step out from behind the tree when you feel a hand on your wrist. You’re pulled backwards and into his chest. You gasp when you feel his hands on your hips. “Found you. I told you i would, maybe you should listen to me more.” He pulls you closer to him.
“Why are you doing this?” You ask as his hands slide up your body. “Because you’re mine.” He says. His voice is raspy and full of possession. “You can’t deny you felt something the other night. Other than the two orgasms I gave you.” You can hear the smirk in his voice. “You think this is exciting. You find it thrilling being chased around like this. Having someone completely obsessed with you.” He whispers. His hand slides up to your jaw, tilting your head back. The top of your head rests against his chest as you look up at him.
His hand slides up slightly more until his fingers brush your bottom lip. “You want someone to want you. and i want you. Come on Angel, let me love you. I promise you won’t regret it.” You shake your head. “You’ve killed people- you could hurt me, i can’t date you.” You say. You’re starting to question reality and morals.
He flips you around so you’re facing him and he backs you into a tree. “I killed them for you. Everything i do is for you. I’d never hurt you. I just want to love you.” You look into the masks eyes as he speaks. His words are making your heart skip a beat. He’s right, all you want to be is wanted. If he wants you… then what’s the harm? You doubt you’ll ever fall in love with him, but you can act like it.
“Okay..” You whisper and his hands tighten on your waist. “but no more killing.” You say and he nods. “Alright baby. Unless they do something do you that i don’t like.” He brushes your hair back. You open your mouth to speak but he puts his hand over it. “Don’t argue.” He says lowly.
You put your hand on his wrist and guide his hand away from his mouth. You’re still scared. You have a feeling you always will be. “Do you know which way it is to go back?” You ask him and he turns to look at he the woods around you. “No. but let’s figure it out together, yeah?” He says and he grabs your hand.
You follow him through the woods and back to your house. You know that this is a terrible idea and you should turn him into the police, but some part of you is telling you not to. “Um.. you need to be gone soon because my friend will be here anytime now and he won’t be very happy.” As soon as you say that you realize you probably shouldn’t have. You don’t know hoe he’ll react to another man behind around you.
You tense. “Please don’t hurt him- he’s my best friend, and i promise that he’s not into me.” You panic and rush the words out. He chuckles and shake his head. “I won’t. i’m just gonna take you home then i’ll leave.” He says and you let out a sigh of relief.
He guides you back to your house and you’re surprised that he actually knew the way. He brings you inside and up to your room. He shuts the door and he picks you up. You gasp and place your hands on his shoulders.
He drops you onto your bed and he hovers over you. “You gotta trust me if were gonna make this work, you still look scared of me.” He says and you chew on your bottom lip. “I am. it’s probably going to take me a while to trust you.” You reach your hand up to his mask.
“I don’t even know what to call you, you won’t tell me your name.” You whisper. Your fingers brush against the mask. “Obviously your mask is a ghost of some sort, and the news is calling you Ghostface. So do I call you that? Or Ghost for short?” You ask and he shrugs.
“I like Ghost. It’s unique to you, and I’d like anything you called me.” He says as he places his hand on your thigh. “Would you ever show me what you look like?” You tilt your head slightly and run your hand down the mask until it rests on his chest. You can feel his heart pounding. “One day.” He whispers.
His fingers find your fave and they brush over your cheek. “but for now..” He says and pulls something out of his pocket. You look at it and it’s a piece of cloth. Almost like a blindfold? “This is going on you.” He places it over your eyes and almost as if he senes your panic he shushes you.
“It’s fine. You’re okay.” He says softly as he ties it behind your head. You hear rustling and you feel around for his hands. You find one and you grip onto it. You feel him shift his body, then his lips are pressed to yours. His lips are soft and warm, and they fit perfectly against yours.
His tongue slips into your mouth and you part your lips more. You two quickly find a rhythm in kissing each other. He slides one of his hands up your thigh and to the bottom of your shorts. His fingers slowly inch their way to your core.
He presses them onto you through your shorts and your jolt. He breaks the kiss and moves them to your jaw and down your neck. His fingers rub up and down, hitting your clit every time but not giving it the attention you need. You spread your legs more and he smirks against your neck.
He pulls away from you and repositions you to where your head is on the pillows. He moves down to where he’s laying on his stomach, in between you legs. HIs fingers hook into the waistband of your shorts, pulling them down. He groans when he sees your panties. You expect him to pull them down next, but when you feel something cold press into your hip bone, you know what he’s doing.
He pushes the knife under the fabric and jerks it up so it cuts your panties off. He presses the knife to your clit next and you gasp at the cold sensation, your back arching slightly. He chuckles and kisses the inside of your thighs.
His hand reaches up and his thumb and index fingers grip your chin to pull your mouth open. The next thing you know he’s shoving his fingers in your mouth. “Suck.” He says and you listen. Your lips wrap around his fingers and your tongue swirls over them. He groans again. “Yeah.. just like that, baby. Can’t wait till that’s my fucking cock.” He says.
His words pull a moan out of you. He moves his fingers deeper into your mouth and his head dips down to your core. He presses his tongue flat against your folds and then licks up until he reaches your clit. You moan again and grind your hips into his face.
His lips wrap around your clit, and his tongue swirls. The pleasure you feel is so intense that it almost makes you want to cry. He pulls his fingers out of your mouth and brings them down to push inside of you. His fingers curl into you and he flicks your clit rhythmically.
“oh god-“ You reach down to touch his head. You’re expecting to feel the fabric of his mask but you’re met with the feeling of his hair. You grip it and tug slightly. He grunts against you and that only makes you grind into him again.
"That's it, darling," he praises, his voice thick with desire. As your moans intensify, he continues to curl his two fingers inside you, stretching and filling you while maintaining his assault on your clit with his tongue.
His other hand coming to rest on your thigh as he leans into the pressure of your hips. "Fuck, you're so tight.” His fingers move in and out of you in time with his tongue's assault, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.
You gasp and moan. “Don’t stop- please don’t stop i’m close.” Your fingers continue to tug at his hair the pleasure intensifies. "Cum for me, baby," he groans. "Let me feel your pleasure." His tongue laps hungrily at your clit, his fingers flexing inside you.
Your thighs close around his head and yours tilts back in a loud moan. Your pussy clenches his fingers as you cum. His rhythm slows down until you calm down and he stops. He pulls his fingers out and he kisses your clit softly. You jolt at the over sensitive feeling.
“I’ll be right back.” He says as he gets up from the bed and walks to your bathroom. You hear the water start running and assume he’s getting a warm washcloth. Your phone dings with a text from whom you think it Sam. You’re too scared to take the blindfold off. You sit up and watch as he comes back out of the bathroom.
He comes back over to you and you feel the wash cloth press against you. “I didn’t have enough time to do this last time.” He says and he gently wipes you clean. He puts the mask back on and unties the blindfold. He hands you your phone. “He’ll be here in fifteen.” His voice is teasing.
You watch as he picks up your shorts and your ripped panties. He slips the panties into his pocket and your lips part in shock. He slips your shorts back onto you and taps your thigh lightly. “There. Now don’t let him touch you, or i will kill him.” He says sternly. Before you can protest he covers your eyes and presses a soft kiss to your lips.
“Bye Angel.” He mutters and leaves. Just like all the other times you’re left there confused and conflicted. This is going to be one big secret that you don’t know if you’ll be able to keep. You slide off your bed and walk to the mirror. You fix your complexion to make it seem like you didn’t just get done coming over someone’s face.
When you hear Sam pull into the driveway and come to front door, you know it’s going to be a night of acting like everything’s fine.
