Pairing: Ghostface x Camgirl!Reader (Not specified which Ghostface)
About: After choosing the wrong door and getting knocked out after being startled by the stranger in your bathroom, you wake up to find yourself tied to a chair and a camera tripod in front of you.
Warning(s): Explicit Language, Explicit Themes, CNC, Fear Play, Forceful Grabbing, Forced Masturbation, Slapping, Filming, Sex Toys
Word Count: 3.5K
Note: Took a little longer but I never said I was officially back. Please remember I may disappear for weeks then put out one or several pieces of work. That’s just how I am, so please don’t worry about me/ask when I’m uploading something. Also, might make a part three or I might just not. Whatever happens happens.
A bright light flashed over your eyelids, causing you to flinch. You groaned as the light seemed to intensify the headache you had and the pain in your neck made you press your lips together. As you lifted your head, you slowly opened your eyes and looked around at your surroundings. Everything was blurry but you could see you were in your room: you saw the small posters you hung up when you had first moved in as a way to fill up the emptiness on your walls, the bookshelves you had in the corner of the room that contents were rarely touched, the overfilled laundry basket that had clean clothes instead of dirty ones since you had been too lazy to fold them and place them in your drawers after you had washed them, crazy how you noticed the small things that you hadn’t really paid any attention to until now, and somehow they brought you a bit of comfort.
As you tried to better understand what was going on, you felt something drip onto your thigh, groggily looking down, you saw that it was a clear substance. As you examined the mysterious substance, another drop landed on your thigh right next to the one before it. You realized what it was once you noticed that your jaw muscles were tense. It was your drool. You had a ball gag in. He put a ball gag in your mouth. Your eyes scanned the room with determination. Where the fuck was this bastard?
As your vision began to focus and become clear, you saw a tripod in front of you but there wasn’t a camera on it. It didn’t look like the one you had so you assumed that it was his. You noticed that the bright light that had blinded you awake was the overhead lights you used whenever you live streamed. But you still saw no sight of him.
You tried to speak out but your voice was muffled. You tried moving but your limbs barely moved, you looked down and saw that you were bound to your chair, the one you streamed in. As you struggle to release yourself from the binding, you miss the sound of your bedroom door opening.
“I see you’re awake.” Your eyes shot in the direction of the voice and you finally saw the guy who did this to you. The first thing you notice was the infamous mask he was wearing, the Ghostface mask. Your eyes scanned his body and you saw that he was wearing a white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his mid-forearm. He wore wrinkle-free black dress pants and crispy black dress shoes. He closed the door behind him and walked toward you. Drool flowed down the corners of your mouth and dripped onto your legs and chest as you tried to speak.
“You have something to say? Hold on, sweetheart.” He reached behind your head and loosened the strap of the ball gag, it fell out of your mouth, and strings of saliva followed, the corners of your mouth twitched upward in pain. “There you go, isn’t that better?” You looked up at him with fire in your eyes. He took the gag completely off of you and held it in his hand. “ Hey, hey, don’t look at me like that. It’s not my fault you are in this predicament, you chose wrong so now you have to deal with the consequences.” You scoffed. This guy.
You swallowed the saliva that had built-in your mouth to prepare your throat. “So, it’s my fault you’re a fucking psycho. Yeah, right. Go fuck yourself.” The guy chuckled then reached over to grab your face, you yanked your head to the side to avoid his touch. He let out a deep sigh, then suddenly, you felt him grab your face with great force, causing your cheeks to hurt under his fingertips. He forced your face towards him and he leaned down closer to you.
“Oh, sweetheart, you just don’t know. It is your fault. Look at what you’re wearing, your hobbies, you want to be perceived as a whore.” He released his grip on your face then walked behind you. You heard ruffling and soft plops sounds as if he was dropping items onto your bed. Silence filled the room as the ruffling continued. You honestly had no idea what to do. What was his plan with you? He hadn’t assaulted you while you were unconscious, from what you could tell, all he did was tie you to your chair and set up a tripod in front of you. Was he waiting for something? Maybe he was waiting for someone? Fuck. You were going to lose your composure if you kept on thinking of the worst, but it was hard since you were in one of the worst situations possible.
“What are you going to do to me? I—”
“Hush, little girl, save that for the show.”
Show? What show? What the fuck was he talking about?
“What show?” He walked in front of you but had his back facing you, not paying attention to you or your question.
“Please—” You began to beg but he quickly cut you off.
“What happened to that confidence you had? I actually enjoyed that side of you, I always get the same boring girls. They beg, plead, cry for their mommy and daddy, the same old stuff.” He walked back behind you and you noticed he had set up a camera on the tripod. “Don’t be like the others, don’t be a disappointment.”
Others? Disappointment? The wheels in your brain were turning. Your eyes moved around as you tried to figure out his plan with you. “Wait— oh god! Please, don’t.” You had figured out his plan. He was going to live stream you and let everyone see your face and no telling what else he probably had planned. “Please, I know what you’re going to do.” You attempted to look at him but your neck couldn’t quite turn to even catch a glimpse of him. You gave up after a pain began to form in your neck and huffed out of frustration.
“Oh, you finally figured it out. I was wondering when you were going to use that brain of yours.” He grabbed the back of your seat and pulled you further back, causing you to cringe at the loud screeching sound, then walked in front of you. He held out his hands in front of your face and gasped when you looked at what he was holding; a piece of cloth long enough to wrap around your face and the ball gag from earlier.
“You’re lucky I like you. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be protecting your identity,” he paused and placed a hand on top of your head “now, little girl, I expect you to be good for me, still do struggle and put on a show but don’t act out too much. I can be very impulsive and I might… accidentally reveal your identity to these perverts on the internet.” You froze. Bastard’s using your identity to force you into compliance, that was a dick move, even for him.
“Fine, but please. Be gentle. I—” you gulped “I lied about having sex. I’m still a virgin so please, be gentle.” Your bottom lip slightly trembled. You couldn’t believe you were going to lose your virginity like this. You weren’t saving yourself for marriage or anything, but you wanted your first time with someone to be… decent.
“Don’t worry. I won’t take your virginity… unless someone donates enough money for me to.” Fingers pried your mouth open and forced the ball gag between your jaws, drool began to build up in the corners of your mouth. You looked up at him with one last hope of changing his mind and you saw that his hand had stopped on the strap of the ball gag. You thought that he had changed his mind, but as his hand moved away from you and towards his crotch, the faith you had disappeared. “God, you looking at me like that is making me so fucking hard. You’re the first one to make me hard before even doing anything.” He cursed a low but deep ‘fuck’ under his breath.
“I’m very tempted to fuck you right here, right now, but I have a show to do and perverts to entertain.” His hand left his crotch then grabbed the other end of the cloth. He covered the lower half of your face with it and tied a knot behind your head so it wouldn’t come loose. He laughed then placed his hand on top of your head and stroked your hair. “You know, it’s a shame you went into the erotic business, you are very beautiful. One of the prettiest people I’ve ever done this with.” What? Why was he telling you this? Why did that make you feel a bit better? Most importantly, why did your thighs slightly squeeze together? Maybe your brain was trying to minimize the situation. Maybe you were a sick person. Whatever it was, it made you begin to question yourself and your entire life.
Before you could react, his hand left you and he walked in front of you to your computer and monitors, you heard a few of the keys on the keyboard clicking. You scanned his body and your eyes landed on his back muscles as they flexed through his shirt. “Everything’s ready for you... for us. I’ll be honest with you, I’m so ready to have fun with you and your body.”
Click.
You felt so exposed. Usually, you would never feel like that but you could just rack it up with the fact that he was forcing you to do the stream. You just had to close your eyes and lower your head. The moment your eyes closed everything seemed to be enhanced: the sound of your breathing, your heartbeat, even his breathing. “Oh, look, sweetheart,” he paused, then chuckled, “well you can’t see, but three thousand people have already joined.” You heard his footsteps coming towards you and stopped right in front of you.
“Hello everyone. I know everyone is probably wondering who our guest is for today and it’s actually someone who’s trending now. Can you guess who our lovely guest might be?” His tone was very teasing and playful but confident. You hated him for what he did and his plans for you but you couldn’t help but praise how good he was at enticing his audience. “Okay, I’ll give you guys a hint.” You heard something whoosh through the air. The fuck? “Gasp, I know. Everyone has to recognize this mask.”
Mask? Shit. Your bunny mask.
“Sweetheart, do you want to know what they’re saying in the chat?” You heard movement and suddenly felt his breath on your cheek.
“‘I can’t wait to see her get fucked’, ‘I didn’t think she could be such a whore’, ‘her pussy’s gonna be destroyed’. They’re already suggesting I fuck you.” He inhaled deeply then groaned, your thighs involuntarily squeezed together when you felt his hot breath on you. You assumed he stood up since you didn’t feel his breathing on you anymore.
“I know everyone would love to see her get fucked but this is different… she is different… this lovely woman,” he grabbed your face and forced it up to the camera “is a virgin.” You let out a deep breath. A part of you felt embarrassed and ashamed that he was talking about you like you were a new toy for his collection but the other part of you didn't mind it. You were kind of turned on, not because of what he said but how he said it. He spoke with confidence and charisma. Your thighs pressed tighter together as you spaced out, trying not to let his words affect you but failing miserably.
“Oh, sweetheart, open your eyes. Let everyone see those beautiful eyes of yours.” You squeezed your eyes tighter together. Fuck this guy and his games. He went silent for a bit then chuckled before letting go of your face. You felt his hot breath on your ears again and attempted to tilt your head away from him. “Listen here you little bitch,” his sudden aggression caught you off guard “I don’t know who you think you are but this is my show. You will do as I say or face the consequences and you don’t want to know what the consequences are…” You flinched a little when you felt his hand on your knee then slid up, but stopped before he touched what laid in between your thighs.
“Now, you’ll be a good little girl and do as I say. Okay? Nod your head if you understand.” You didn’t want to obey him but you didn’t have a choice. You slowly nod and you could practically feel him grin in satisfaction. “Good, now open.” You open your eyes and look at him. Though he was wearing a mask, you could still see his eyes through the thin fabric. His eyes were… different from what you pictured. They were sharp and piercing but when you looked into them long enough you could feel the warm undertone to them. Very conflicting with the situation. “See, it wasn't hard at all. Now, keep them open.” You wouldn’t answer him but he could tell you agreed by the docile look in your eyes.
“Since this is a special guest I can’t run things how I usually would.” The masked man stood up straight and walked in front of you. “What would be a reasonable price for her virginity? Five thousand? Ten thousand? Maybe even a bit higher than that? Oh. How about twenty thousand? That seems reasonable. If someone donates twenty thousand dollars,” he glanced back at you then looked at the camera “I will take her virginity.”
Your heart sank. Was he really going to do this to you? Of course, he was. He had an audience to entertain, why did you think you were special? Just because he said he liked you and covered your face? You were so naive.
“Now, let’s get started.”
Shit.
He walked and stood behind you. He placed his large hands onto your shoulders then gently massaged them, fingers sometimes grazing over your collarbone and neck. You tried to flinch away from his hands when they moved towards your chest. “Hey now, don’t be shy.” His fucking voice did numbers on you. How could a pervert like him have such a perfect voice? His hands cupped your breasts and squeezed them. You exhaled deeply feeling your body start to react to his touches.
Suddenly, he grabbed the collar of your shirt and ripped it in half with his bare hands, your eyes widened as you looked at the monitor and saw yourself exposed to everyone. You couldn’t see the chat since your eyesight was still kind of blurry but you could just imagine what the people in the chat were saying. He chuckled then groped your breasts harder.
“Wow. I’m impressed. They are so beautiful… so fucking beautiful.” His index fingers and his thumbs squeeze your nipples causing you to groan. “Oh, you’re finally making noise. Don’t stop sweetheart, give the audience a show.” He continued to play with your breasts for a couple of minutes then he suddenly slapped them. You jumped from the sudden impact. He chuckled then stopped playing with your breasts.
Fuck, what was his plan now?
“Today, we’re trying something. Something we’ve never done before, but I’m sure you all will love it.” You heard soft ruffled from the bed then followed him as he walked in front of you towards the camera. You could tell that he held something up but you couldn’t see what it was since his body covered your view. “I won’t tell you guys the name or brand since… you know… no free promotion, but from what I’ve heard this thing can do a number on someone.” God, you wish you could see what he was talking about.
“Close your eyes, sweetheart.” He turned around but hid the object behind his back. You looked up at him with big doe eyes, pleading with him. “I won’t tell you again, close them or else.” You close your eyes in defeat and hear him coming towards you. The urge to open your eyes intensified when you heard his knees pop and felt your shorts being tugged off but the thought of the consequences kept them shut.
“Now,” he whispered into your ear “kick me or try to escape, I’m removing your mask and fucking you in front of them.” You nodded in compliance, not really understanding what he meant until you felt his hand untie the rope from around your ankles. Once the rope was removed, he removed your shorts from around your ankles, lifted your legs over the armrests of the chair, and began tying your legs to them. The position was a bit uncomfortable and humiliating but it’s not like you could tell him that. You heard another slow ‘fuck’ from him, you didn’t even have to open your eyes to know why he said that. You could feel his eyes on you. On your pussy.
“This might hurt… a lot.” You didn’t even have enough time to register what he said when you felt something push inside of you. Something wide. You threw your head back and curled your toes. What the fuck? It probably lasted only a few seconds but that was enough for you to feel exhausted. “Open your eyes.” You groggily opened them and looked down, it was some type of toy. A part of it was on your clit while the other part of it was inside of you.
“It’s new, don’t worry.” You somehow were still able to gather up the strength to roll your eyes at him. He laughed then held up something. You heard a click then felt the toy start to viciously vibrate inside of you, you screamed out and struggled against the restraints. Your eyes rolled back and your hands desperately grabbed onto the armrests. “Oops, didn’t mean to do that. Oh well, guess we’re starting off like this.” This fucking guy.
A couple of minutes go by and you start to feel your first orgasm build up. Your walls start contracting around the toy and your eyes close in pleasure. “Are you close? I think you are.” You don’t care what he’s saying at this point. You’re focused on finishing. You feel your lower torso start to become tight and you feel tears in the corners of your eyes. You hear him say something but you can’t understand it.
A smack across the face caused you to open your eyes. You’re met with a camera in front of your face, “look at the camera, you filthy slut.” This brings you back into reality. You were… enjoying this. Enjoying what he was doing to you. What the fuck was wrong with you? You began violently shaking your head as you were about to cum. “Don’t fight it, sweetheart, just cum.” Those words… those filthy fucking words caused you to cum. He filmed your pussy as you came and watched as your fluids flowed down onto the floor. You began crying. Not just because of the overstimulation of the toy but because of him and his sick fucked up game, a game you were enjoying.
He pulled the toy out of you and filmed the aftermath of everything. He placed the toy down somewhere and used his fingers to spread your pussy lips apart, he took his time as he film further down to the mess you had made on the floor, then he slowly filmed up your body until he reached your face. He held up his slick fingers to your face and you couldn’t help but to look at them. From behind the camera, he slid his fingers under the ghostface mask and held eye contact as he began sucking off the wetness from them. After he finished licking his fingers clean, he removed them from his mouth with a popping sound and pulled them from behind the mask. He showed his fingers to you and the camera while still holding eye contact.
He stood up from off his knees and walked over to the monitor and camera stand. Your vision was blurry from the tears but you could tell that he was hard when he stood up. “Sweetheart, don’t pass out just yet—“ Just then you heard the sound of a notification. Your eyes widened, you only had that specific sound for large donations. If he had kept your settings the same that means someone just donated more than ten thousand dollars. You heard that same notification again and your heart sped up. You looked up as your vision began to clear once again and saw that the masked man was turning to stare at you.
DONATIONS IS SO GOOD OMG PLZ PLZ PLZ PART TWO IF U CAN 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻
Thank you! I am currently working on part two as I’m replying to you. Though I do place warnings on all my stories, I want to give a heads up for part two. It involves some extreme stuff. I don’t want to give too much of it away but I wanted to give everyone a warning before I even publish it so that people’s enthusiasm won’t be crushed when they see the warnings (I’m crushing it now lol). For those who are okay with extreme stuff, I believe you guys will enjoy it. :)
Pairing: Ghostface x Camgirl!Reader (Not specified which Ghostface)
About: You had just began your live stream and everything was normal, until you receive a large donation from someone named HorrorLover1220.
Warning(s): Explicit Language, Explicit Themes, Fear Play, Mentions of Blood, No smut though (for this part)
Word Count: 3.2K
Note: Hello! I know, I know. I’ve been away for a long time. I’ve been busy. I won’t say I’m officially back but I have some very interesting stuff planned for the near future. I was just in the writing mood today. F.Y.I “whips” and “bunnies” are the currencies in the website, one whip equals one usd dollar and one bunny equals two usd dollars.
“Thank you, UnholySin, for the 500 bunnies. I really appreciate you and wish I could offer you more for your contributions.” You bit your lip and gave the camera an innocent look, knowing that the viewers would go crazy.
A notification that someone had donated popped up and you saw that it was the same amount from UnholySin, his comment read, ‘Don’t worry about me, just give us an interesting show for today :)’
You smiled and nodded your head, as you began to roam your hands over your upper thighs, teasing the viewers before getting to the main event. You had only recently become a camgirl for this popular website, WebHxven, and managed to gain a good amount of attention and regular viewers whenever you streamed.
Though, you were really hesitant when you first began since you had never done anything like this, hell, you haven’t even had sex yet. Your first livestream was a mess compared to what it’s like now. Firstly, you used your shitty laptop camera, which sucked bad. Secondly, you didn’t have a proper microphone so you used the one from your laptop. Lastly, you didn’t have any toys and any idea what you should do. You like to refer to those days as the ‘Dark Era’ but they were needed for you to grow.
You read another comment and chuckled before speaking out loud. “Mr. TogoG asked me why I cover my face,” you bring your dominant hand to your bunny mask “well that’s because I find it more arousing that you all don’t know who I am.” You lean forward pushing your breasts on top of the table and look directly into the camera.
“I could be the cashier at the local grocery store, that shy coworker who never goes to company events or talks to anyone at work, that one college professor who is very strict and mean for no apparent reason, or… the neighbor next door. Isn’t that exciting to think about? If you found who I was, it would be a dirty little secret only we know about.” You smile then lean back in your chair, letting your breasts jiggle a little.
You silently read the comments until you hear the donation notification. You look at your other monitor and are shocked to see that someone donated 5,000 whips, your eyes grew wide and your mouth opened a little in shock. You look at what they wrote with the donation and become a bit puzzled when it’s not a request or something sexual. What’s your favorite scary movie? You smile, you were a horror movie whore, especially for the 70s through 90s slasher films. “HorrorLover1220, donated 5,000 whips just to ask me what my favorite horror movie is.” You laugh and think. “Gosh, it’s hard to say. I love slasher franchises, especially the classics like Friday the 13th and Halloween, OH, the first Scream is a classic as well… oh god I really have to think.”
You somehow are able to see another comment from HorrorLover1220 through the mess of people either congratulating you on your big donation or people jokingly asking HorrorLover1220 if he was rich about you liking brutes and big guys and you can’t help but to chuckle at the person’s observation. “I mean, I do like big, strong men who can throw me around, but Ghostface isn’t like that and he’s one of my favorite slashers.” You notice the numbers in the person’s username and smile, “I assume you like Scream as well since you have its release date at the end of your name.” You were still kind of in shock that someone donated that much money to you, you almost forgot what you were there to do.
“Okay, since Mr. HorrorLover1220 donated that much money, I believe it’s only right they get to dictate what I do for today’s show.” You see the majority of the viewers agree with you and ask them to pick something good. It takes them a few minutes to comment, but when they do it’s something that makes you tilt your head in confusion.
End the livestream and let’s talk in private.
Usually people would suggest a plot for you to play out or a toy for you to use, but this was the first time someone actually wanted to talk to you and the first time someone wanted you to end a livestream. You could see people in the comments had different thoughts, some thought that you should do what he said since he paid a huge amount of money and others wanted you to continue since you hadn’t even done anything yet. You were conflicted on what you should do, then another donation notification appeared from HorrorLover1220. He sent 5,000 bunnies this time.
Come on, it’ll be worth your time.
You softly bit your bottom lip then nodded your head. “Okay, it looks like I’ll livestream another time. Don’t worry everyone, next live stream I have something very interesting planned so don’t miss it.” You ended the live stream with a soft wave to the camera then clicked on the ‘message’ notification that appeared on your screen. It was from the person.
‘Can we call instead of text?’
You hesitated before replying.
‘I don’t think I can do that.’
You stared at the screen as you saw that they had read your message. You adjusted yourself in your chair and waited for the three dots-- that indicate that the person is typing-- to stop moving.
‘Why? Are you scared, (Y/N)?’
You froze. They knew your name. Your name, the one you had recently changed after your parents forced you to change it after they disowned you as a result of finding out what you did as a hobby. You were a little scared now. Should you stop talking to them and block them or find out what they want and try to give them what they want? What if they revealed your identity to everyone? As if they knew what you were thinking, they sent another message.
‘Don’t worry, I won’t reveal who you are. Remember what you said. It’s our little secret now.’
That bastard. You now had your guard up and didn’t try to be friendly with the person behind the screen.
‘What do you want from me?’
‘I already told you. I just want to talk to you over the phone.’
You sigh.
‘Fine. We can talk.’
Just as you sent that. Your phone began to ring, your personal phone. Shit.
You stood up from your chair and walked over to your nightstand where your phone was charging and pulled it off the charger. The caller id was unknown so you couldn’t block or track the person even if you tried. Answering the phone, you didn’t say anything to the person but you could hear them breathing heavily. You took a deep breath and began talking.
“Who is this?” You said conjuring up as much confidence as you could. You heard a low chuckle from the other side of the phone, it was a man’s chuckle.
“Aww sweetheart, don’t be like that. I just want to talk, no need to be scared.” You could practically hear him grinning with every word he spoke.
“Well from my experience, someone doesn’t just donate that much money just to talk, so just spit it out already.” You said, annoyance very present in your tone.
“Okay okay, you caught me red handed,” he chuckled again “I’ll tell you what I want but first you must answer some questions. Can you do that for me, little girl?”
You let out a deep sigh. He was fucking toying with you, trying to get under your skin and it was working. You changed your name right after your parents basically disowned you and stopped talking to you out of embarrassment since their friends found out what you did as a hobby, so you said fuck them and decided to go all out; changing your name, deleting all your social media accounts though you never really kept up with them anyways, and told all your friends you were then you moving out of the big city for a better life. You never told anyone that you changed your name or where you were going so no one from your past could be fucking with you, it had to be someone from this town, but who?
“Fine, dipshit, I’ll answer your questions.”
He softly chuckled. “Good girl, this should be fairly easy for you so don’t worry.” You rolled your eyes and sat down on your bed, taking off your mask and tossing it on your nightstand.
“First question, who’s your favorite slasher?” You could hear a bit of eagerness in his tone as he asked the question. You sighed in annoyance, thought he said it would be easy?
“Gosh, thought you said it would be easy. Hm. Well I like Michael Myers and I like Ghostface, they both have characteristics I like in a man.” You answered honestly.
“Okay, if you had to fuck one who would you choose?” You groaned, that didn’t make it better at all.
“Like that helps. Michael is huge and quiet, looks like he wouldn’t mind being rough and fucking me just right,” you pause and take a deep breath “however, Ghostface seems like he would make jokes and wouldn’t be too serious during sex, plus he seems like he’s into some kinky shit.” A laugh came from the other side of the phone. You couldn’t believe you were talking about which slasher you would fuck to this random guy who knew your name and no telling the other information he knew about you.
“I think you should go with Ghostface. I heard that guy is pretty good with his hands… and he’s into a lot of kinky shit like you said.” You could hear ruffling in the background as he spoke. What was he doing?
“Okay, what else do you want to ask me?” You questioned, trying to get to the main part of this guy’s sick game.
“Damn, are you always this impatient?” You were about to come back with a witty comment but you heard a soft thud come from your living room, but you had your bedroom door closed so you couldn’t see what had made that noise. “What’s wrong, little girl? Cat got your tongue?” You smacked your lips together as a reaction to his remark then he quietly laughed.
“Have you ever had sex before?” Your eyes slightly widen and your eyebrows raised. Why would he ask that? Does he know? No. How could he know? You took a deep breath then cleared your throat.
“Yes. I have had sex before. Why are you asking me that?” Of course you were going to lie to him, there was no way he could know if you were telling the truth.
“Well, I wanted to see if you were going to lie to me, sweetheart.” You froze. No fucking way he knew. No one could have known. Maybe he’s just bluffing.
“Oh yeah, how would you know if I was lying or not? You don’t know me.” There was silence on the line for a few moments. Did you catch his bluff? What was he doing? Fuck, this was making you nervous.
“I’ll answer your question but not right now. This is my time, I will ask you the questions and you will answer them. Next time you ask there will be consequences. Do you understand?” His tone of voice was calm but you could tell he was serious, this was the most serious he probably had been since the start of the conversation. You felt like you had gained a bit of power back from that interaction.
“Oh, I’m sooo sorry. Did I slightly shift the power dynamic? Gosh, so silly of me.” You smiled in cockiness, but you made sure that your tone was the exact opposite. Innocent, small, submissive. You didn’t hear him say anything in response. Seconds turned to minutes and you were confused about what had happened to him. “Hello? Are you still there? Did I make you upset?”
“No, you didn’t. I’m just setting up.” Setting up? You wanted to ask him what he was setting up for but you didn’t really care, you just wanted this to be over with.
“Can you just ask your questions? I'm getting sleepy over here.” That was another lie but who cared.
“Okay okay, since you’re tired, I’ll ask two more questions. Since you said you have had sex before, what are some of your kinks?” You squint your eyes, was that really a question?
“I guess you’re a new viewer. I like a lot of things, too many to name them all but my top kinks are voyeurism, degrading, praising, breeding, humiliation, and I have a sir kink. Are you satisfied with my answers?”
“No, I actually am not. I want extreme stuff, not the kitty pool stuff.” Was this guy being serious? God, this guy was going to make you pull out your hair.
“Okay, fine. You asked for it,” you take a dramatic deep breath, “I have a piss kink.” You said jokingly. There was silence on the line. You thought he would obviously see that you were joking but as the silence grew it became apparent that he didn’t catch the joke. “I- uhh- I was just joking. I don’t have a piss kink,” you said embarrassed “fuck that was a stupid joke. Forget I even said that. Can we please move on now.”
You heard him clear his throat and awkwardly chuckle, “Yeah, let’s move on.” You mentally thanked him and listened for his next question. “This is my last question. Are you ready?” You nod your head out of instinct then give an audible ‘yes’ once you realize he couldn’t see your nod. “Okay answer this honestly… why didn’t you check out that thud that came from your living room?” Hearing him ask that immediately filled you with fear and anxiety. No fucking way. He couldn't have known about that since it literally just happened. Holy shit. He was in your house, there was no doubt about that. You couldn’t help but to start breathing heavily since adrenaline was pumping through you. You were most definitely not checking out the living room since that was horror movie rule number one: don’t check out the source of a strange noise. Your door was closed thank goodness but the lock on your door had been broken since you moved into the apartment. You did have a connecting bathroom to your room but it also had a door connecting it to another bedroom, but both doors had a working lock so that was your best bet.
“Sweetheart, what’s wrong? We were having a good conversation; I was asking you questions and you were answering them, even though you did lie to me a couple of times, I still loved it.” You didn’t reply to him as you quietly got up from your bed and made your way to your bathroom. “Oh, are you going to your bathroom? Oh please do so. I have a surprise for you!” That stopped you dead in your tracks. Fuck. Fuck! What the hell were you supposed to do?
“Please, just tell me what you want from me.” You couldn’t contain the fear in your voice. God. What should you do? What if he was bluffing and waiting for you to go to the living room, or what if he was double bluffing and was waiting for you in the bathroom? You looked between both closed doors, it was a 50/50 shot. Who knew what could happen if you chose wrong, well, one person knew… the man who was inside your house knew what would happen.
“Which door are you going to pick, little girl? Both have a surprise behind them.” This time his laugh was louder and this shook you even more, you realize he had no reason to quiet his laughter anymore.
“Please I don’t want to--”
“Pick a fucking door now. Or, maybe you want me to come into that cute little room of yours.” Tears began to form in your eyes and you shook your head.
“Please, I'm scared! Just leave me alone!” You shouted out, not into the phone but into your small apartment.
“You have five seconds to pick a door. If you don’t choose in those five seconds, I’m coming in there and trust me, it won’t be pretty.” Fuck! You weren’t good under pressure, especially when the pressure involved your fucking life! You tried to plead with him but he just began counting down.
“5...”
“Stop! Please! I’m not good under pressure and you’re making me nervous--”
“4…”
“Fuck! Wait!”
“3…”
“Okay! I’ll open the living room door!”
You were sobbing at this point. Nonstop tears rolled down your face and your breathing had gotten out of control. You took many deep breaths trying not to collapse onto the ground from your anxiety and it somewhat worked until you heard this voice again.
“Good girl. You sure don’t disappoint in the entertainment factor.” This was a game to him. Your life and wellbeing was a game. You were here having a panic attack but he didn’t care less. You were amusement for him. You walked over to the living room door and held your hand over the knob.
“Fuck this.” You said, quickly turning around and running towards the bathroom door. You burst through the bathroom door and locked the door behind you, and quickly did the same to the door that led to the other bedroom. You didn’t turn on the lights and the only thing you could hear was the wheezing coming from your throat. You slid down the wall and broke down. What the fuck were you going to do now. You didn’t hear anything coming from the man’s side of the call.
“Please just tell me what you want from me.”
You heard nothing.
“Please! I-I don’t have much money or anything valuable but take whatever you want!”
“Oh sweetheart, looks like you picked the wrong door.” You gasp. No. The voice. It was coming from within the bathroom. You gulped, it was unintentionally loud. You dropped your phone and quickly tried to get up onto your feet and unlock one of the doors but someone grabbed you by your shoulder and pushed you into the wall making you bump your head against it. You groaned in pain and instinctively held your hand on the spot that hurt.
“Tsk Tsk Tsk, little girl. So naïve and innocent, makes you predictable.” You looked up and saw a blurry, blinking red bot in the darkness but nothing else. You felt a slick liquid on your fingertips and you knew what it was. Blood. You began feeling light-headed. No. Not right now.
“Ugh, w-who are--” he hushed you and you suddenly felt a finger over your lips.
“Don’t worry about that. Save your energy. You’ll be needing it for what I have planned for you.” You tried to say something but you couldn’t form words, everything seemed slurred and everything seemed to be spinning. “Don’t worry, you’re safe with me, I promise.”
Request: @nuttybeardetective “Hai!! Would it be alright to request Michael Myers x chubby fem reader who is a Baker, and they find out about Michael's birthday and make him lots of cakes and pies ? Pure fluff if you please ♡♡”
Warning(s): Kind of out of character Michael.
Word Count: 1.7K
Note: I’m a little late. Ahaha. No but seriously, I’ve been going through some stuff. This year isn’t really my year. I just finished my state test yesterday and I just got into the writing mood. I hope this is to your expectations but if it’s not, just let me know.
Before you knew of Michael, he knew everything about you. Of course, he watched you long before he decided to reveal himself to you. He knew you ran the local baker in town and you were known to have some of the best birthday cakes in town, along with other famous desserts he heard people talking about. He would watch you bake cupcakes through the cracked backdoor of your shop, the smell of sweetness always made his mouth water and his stomach grumble. Maybe he wouldn’t kill you until he got to taste of your famous cake or something.
He watched you more and saw the things that went on behind closed doors. Your employees weren’t of much help to you, he could tell they were only there for the paycheck, he heard the things they said about you when they thought you weren’t around or listening, words that surprisingly made him irritated. He knew you heard them but you weren’t faded by them, you just continued mixing the ingredients while humming a song he did not know of.
He watched and watched, moving from just watching you at your job to watching you in your house. Watching your sleep through your bedroom window, watching you day and night. Until he finally showed himself to you. He just sat on the couch, waiting for you to come back home after working overtime at the shop, you weren’t faded by him just sitting there on your couch. “You finally decided to show yourself. If you’re going to kill me, do it while I’m sleeping.” Then you turned off the light and went upstairs, leaving him in the darkness.
The next morning you had awoken to you still being alive, then you blamed yourself for being so stupid to just fall asleep while there was someone in the living room. You had grabbed the ball you kept next to your bed and walked downstairs ready to hit anything that moved. Stepping off the last step, you saw the tall intruder sitting in the exact same spot as last night but he had the box of cupcakes you baked, opened and emptied out. You sighed but quickly focused on the intruder as he started to get up, you quickly hit him across the head with the bat and waited as he stopped and turned his head towards you.
You couldn’t see his eyes through the mask he was wearing but you could feel him staring at you. You were about to hit him again but he snatched the bat away from you and tossed to the side. He stood up completely which caused you to step back and raise your fists. “I’m not going down without a fight.” You were really hoping your death would be quick since you did not know how to fight and he was twice your size. The masked intruder stepped towards you and stopped right in front of you, he placed his hand over yours and pushed your fists down. ‘Well, this is the end.’
You closed your eyes but felt a bit of wind go past you along with the sound of footsteps. You opened your eyes and saw that he was no longer in front of you, you heard something tapping against something else and turned around to see where it was coming from. You saw the large man had gone to the kitchen and had his arm extended. He looked at you as if he was telling you to come to him and you cautiously walked to the kitchen then stood by him. He was pointing at the calendar you had hung up in the kitchen. You looked even closer and saw he was pointing to a specific date, October 19th.
You stared up at him and tilted your head in confusion. He pointed at it again then slowly pointed at himself by back at the date. “Is tomorrow your birthday?” You asked. He didn’t verbally give you an answer but he stared down at you. “Okay, so, what about it?” He turned and pointed to the stove. You were starting to put everything together. “You want me to make you something. Okay, what do you want?” He walked over to the counter and you followed behind him. He pointed to the dessert cook book your grandmother had given you.
You watched him out of the corner of your eye as you stood beside him and opened the book. “I don’t know if you can talk so just point out everything you want.” You flipped pages and every time he would point that it. At the end, he had pointed to all thirty pages. “You want all of these?! Can you even eat them all?” You felt him poke you in your side with his finger. You looked at him then saw him point at himself again. He wanted you to eat them with him.
You sighed and nodded, “Alright, I’ll make them. It's going to take me some time to finish.” You saw him walk away. You turned your head to watch him and saw that he was going back into the living room. He sat down on the couch and just stared at the television. “The remote is on the smaller table, where you put the box of cupcakes.” You turned around and began getting all the ingredients you needed and soon enough you heard the tv turn on.
You spent hours making the desserts the masked intruder wanted. You even had to go to the grocery store a couple of times since you kept running out of stuff, and during your last trip you overheard from the town’s elderly about a boy named Michael Myers who killed his sister on Halloween night. You didn’t pay too much attention but it did peak your interest since it was the first time you had heard of a crime such as that in such a peaceful town. After you got everything you needed, you went back home and continued making the desserts.
You finally finished around 11 pm and you were exhausted. You called the stranger into the kitchen and you could hear the floors creaking underneath his feet. “I’m done with everything you wanted.” You handed him an icing decorator and pointed at the newly finished cake. He looked down at both the cake and the icing then looked at you. You smiled, “Write your name.” He looked down at the cake and gripped the icing bag in an awkward way before you started seeing his hand moving.
You couldn’t exactly see what he was writing since he was a large guy but after some time he sat the icing down, you looked at the cake and read what he wrote: “Michael.” You furrowed your eyebrows. You thought back to when you were in the store and heard those elderly ladies talking about a Myers boy. It would be a plot twist if he was the Myers boy but did you want to risk asking him that. No, absolutely not. It might be a trigger for him and you did not want to die yet.
“Okay, Michael, help me bring the rest of the desserts into the dining room.” You grabbed the cupcakes and brought them to the dining room, he turned around and just saw Michael staring at the cake. You smacked your lips before you entered the kitchen. As you grabbed the plate, Michael suddenly grabbed your wrist hard. “Relax. I’m just bringing it to the dining room.” He loosen his grip a bit but still didn’t let go.
“Michael, I promise I’m not trying to do anything with the cake.” What was wrong with him? He didn’t even flinch when you hit him with the bat but he’s scared you’ll do something with his birthday cake? After some more hesitation, he released your wrist and you thanked him. You went to the dining room and placed the cake in front of a chair. You turned around and saw Michael right behind you which caused you to jump.
“Michael! You scared me!” You softly patted your chest to try to calm your breathing. He didn’t react in any way and continues to stand there. You cleared your throat and pointed to the chair with the cake in front of it. “You can go sit down if you want to.” You two just stood in silence. You wanted to move but you felt it would be wrong for you to make the first move. You noticed the Micael began to lift his arms up and you thought that your end had finally come. You closed your eyes but only felt him wrapping his arms around you then suddenly lifting you up.
“Put me down! Oh my goodness.” You didn’t know what to do. The whole situation was making you nervous. What was he trying to accomplish? He must have lifted you off the ground since your face and his were right next to each other. ‘Oh wow, he’s pretty strong.’ You could now hear his even breathing through his mask, at least you’ve confirmed he’s an actual person.
“Thank you.” A deep and raspy voice came through the mask causing you to freeze. He placed you back onto the ground but you were still frozen. He could talk? Why didn’t he talk earlier? You were brought out of your thoughts when you heard a chair screeching against the floor. You turned away and saw him sitting down and staring at you, as if he was waiting for you to sit down with him.
You jumped slightly when your watch went off, you looked at the time and saw it was midnight. It was officially his birthday. “Wait! Don’t eat yet.” You went into the kitchen and searched through the drawers for a lighter and candle. After searching two drawers, you found them and went back into the dining room. You quickly placed the candle into the cake and lit it. You began singing the birthday song to him but he just stared at the cake. At the end, you asked him to blow out the candle. He looked at you, you waited but he continued.
“Okay, I’ll close my eyes if you want.” You placed your hands over your eyes as you said you would. There was a few minutes of silence and you were starting to get tired of waiting, you were about to remove your hands but you heard a soft blow. You smiled and waited before removing your hands. Your eyes quickly adjusted to the light and you saw that he was staring at you, the candle wasn’t lit anymore.
You clapped and smiled at him, “Happy Birthday, Michael!”
Hello, everyone! I’m surprised people are still following me and everything. I will probably start posting requests and other stuff soon (days from now). My request will be closed in two days so if you want something, request it now. Also, for the people who requested something, don’t worry ;)
Request: @bootybetterbebruised “Hello! Since you did such a great job with the last request I’m going to request another one! I hope that’s ok. Could you please write hcs for Jesse, Jason, Vincent, and Freddy with a fem s/o with Tourette’s and a lot of her tics are saying dirty things or insulting people? Your writing is amazing!!
Warning(s): Language
Note: Hey! Thank you for complimenting my writing. I’ve been sick for this past week or so so I haven’t been able to really do anything really. I hope you enjoy!
— Jesse Cromean
He already knew she had tourette’s since he was always watching her and knew that she had it. He doesn’t laugh often but some of her tics do get a small giggle out of him, especially when a tic comes in time to call her dickheaded boss a “cock cunt”.
He would have no problems with her tics, especially the dirty ones. He would enjoy the insulting ones a bit too much than he would like to admit, but hey, he couldn’t control it either. He wouldn’t be the type to laugh at her so once she has her tic, he’ll either wait respectfully until she’s done or keep on talking and act like it didn’t happen.
If people try anything with her after she has her tic, he will shut it down. People that experience the inappropriate tics and think it’s flirty will get a quick reality check from him. People who get offended and try to start something with her will have to go through him. Usually once she has explained that she has tourette’s they apologize and are filled with embarrassment.
Whenever someone wants to be ignorant and continues their acts, even after it’s been explained that it’s involuntary, they now have to face him. They then get scared off since he’s a big guy but one time a guy around his size tried to continue his harassment after she called him a “limp dick”. After the confrontation, let’s just say the guy had more than a bruised ego and a limp dick.
— Jason Voorhees
Jason was very shocked when he first heard her “fuck me, daddy” to her friends. She didn’t seem like the type to say things like that so he did feel a bit bamboozled. Guess all girls were the same. He wouldn’t know much about other disorders besides from his since he was raised by a very conservative mother.
Once the two started going out, technically he just let her live and stay in crystal lake so it felt obligated that they begin dating, she explained her condition and put a lot of emphasis on the fact that she cannot control the things she says and that they might have to repeat them a few times if they’re not a certain way.
Once he knew that then he understood why her friends didn’t seem bothered by the way she talked to them. He wouldn’t mind it at all. He was different too. He was more different than her since he was an unbeatable murderer (and undead) but the point still stood.
He would hate it but he ignored his mother’s ignorance when she started talking about his s/o’s condition. His mother thought that she was pretending or that she was not trying hard enough to stop herself from having tics. It wasn’t like his s/o could personally talk to her or hear her so Jason would ask about her condition all the time. Once she realized that his s/o wasn't pretending or doing it on purpose, she apologized to Jason.
— Vincent Sinclair
He was honestly a little surprised when he realized. He didn’t notice her strange behavior until Bo said something to him about it. Vincent hadn’t really been around a lot of people to differentiate a normal person from someone who has tics. Once Bo said something about it, then he would write down his question when they were alone.
When she confirmed it, he had to ask every question that came to mind. Everything from what tourette’s is to how many tics does she have. He might ask stupid questions but he’s just trying to better understand what she goes through. He will immediately apologize if he asks sometime she doesn’t feel comfortable talking about.
He mostly follows after his brother but when Bo starts making hurtful comments about her tics, Vinc will size his brother up and give him a death stare. Since Bo is very stubborn and is considered the leader, they have a stare down for about ten minutes. Sometimes there’s a possibility that they might actually fight but she stops it and tells Vinc that it’s not that serious.
He would probably cuddle with her when they get alone and try his best not to be upset with his brother. She would have to comfort him a lot so he doesn’t end up physically fighting Bo, she does admit that she feels at fault for their conflicts but Vinc quickly shakes his head and hugs her tighter. He probably will confront Bo and try to explain that it hurts not only her but him when he makes those comments.
— Freddy Krueger
He found it very hilarious when she suddenly called him a “fucking cunt bitch” while they were first meeting. He wouldn’t get mad but when she told him that she had tics he was a bit upset since she was basically forced to say it. He thought that was all her doing. He would giggle every time she had an inappropriate tic and tease her about it.
He would be the type to say things so they become a new tic for her. Once she develops that tic he’ll tease her and say that she’s trying to become like him. In all honesty, he thinks her tics are adorable and after he’s had a stressful day, he loves hearing her and it brings a smile onto his face.
If she voices that she doesn’t like him messing around about her tics, he wouldn’t apologize. He’ll say she should know he wouldn’t actively try to hurt her or will tell her she’s being sensitive. But his comments will turn sappy and he’ll call them adorable to her face. If she tries to bring that up then he’ll deny it and call her crazy.
If he finds out someone is making her feel bad for her tics besides him, they’ll meet him soon. No one can make fun of her tics except for him. If the person goes missing or is found dead he’ll deny he had any involvement with it but will hint that it’s good that they don’t have to mess with her ever again.
Request: @athenaricham-loves-orcs “Hi there! A new blog that I'll probably be obsessing over with has appeared—I would like to ask for a Pyramid head x fem!reader or gender neutral reader whichever you prefer. Oh and make it nsfw [but if that's not your cuppatea then sfw :) always have to make sure the writer is comfortable writing! No pressure <3 ] Stay safe and healthy always!❤”
Warning(s): Nsfw ; fingering, cunnilingus, PH has a tongue, hits to the cervix, if you squint pain kink
Word Count: 1.3k
Note: Well hello! I hope you do become obsess with my blog! I made the reader a fem!reader and added that nsfw goodies so I hope you enjoy. Stay safe! <3
You had felt as if Pyramid head did not fully understand you were a human— a human with sexual needs. You tried to hint to him that your desires were getting the best of you but were too afraid to say it directly. You feared that he would see you in a different perspective and would think lowly of you. You dreamt and imagined various scenarios of you forwardly telling him you wanted him to ravish your body, engulf your form into his sturdy chest, to make you tremble with joy.
But, the keywords were dreamt and imagined, you couldn’t possibly tell him you wanted him to fulfill your fantasies. In every scenario, he would reject you. Feeling as though you had tricked him into thinking you were a pure angel, he would think to get rid of you because of this betrayal. In one, he understood you had needs and would fulfill your desires past your limits. Almost in a rewarding way. You were scared of his reaction but the frustration was starting to affect your day to day life.
You planned on telling him today, once he had got back from the other world. You heard the siren going off and stood up from the bed, it was coming back. You began to pace around the room and practice what you were going to say to him. You practiced until he heard screeching across the ground outside in the hallway. You stilled and listened, the noise continued until it arrived at the door. You then heard two very slow knocks. It was him.
You walked to the door and unlocked it. The door opened and there stood Pyramid Head, you smiled and opened the door fully. He walked into the bed and sat his enormous weapon against the wall. You closed the door and walked behind him, you wrapped your arms around his lower torso and sighed. You felt him place his large glove covered hand over your hands. Even though he rarely got hurt, it’s still good to know he came back fine.
“Hey... I need to tell you something.” You unwrapped your arms from around him and walked in front of him. His helmet tilted downwards a little, even though you weren’t sure if he even had eyes or a face, and waited for you to say whatever you were going to say. You took a deep breath and exhaled. “Can we have sex?” You froze and your eyes widened. That came out bolder than you expected. He didn’t react, but it was expected since he... is the executioner and stuff but you really wish he did.
“I didn’t mean for it to come out like that! I just... want you. But I understand if you’re not okay with it! I just thought I should, you know, ask or something.” You awkwardly laughed then cleared your throat. He reached down and placed his hand over your head, something you did to him when you guys were trying to work on his affection skills. You grinned then turned away feelings your cheeks begin to hurt. “Looks like your skills are getting better, big guy.”
He suddenly placed his hands in between your armpits, lifted you off the ground by a few inches, and placed you softly on the bed. You now had to crane your head up more to look at him and just looking at him from the new perspective was very intimidating. “Do you know what you’re doing?” You didn’t get anything in return except for a hand pressing you down by your forehead. You opened your mouth to say something but quickly shut it once you saw him lowering himself onto his knees.
You screamed on the inside once he started to feel on your body. Your breath shifted as he caressed your neck and circled your collarbone, he seemed to know exactly what you liked, that it was honestly kind of scary. His hands traveled down to your breasts, where he groped them and pushed his index fingers against your nipple with enough force to cause you to flinch in pain but not stop him. He released your breasts, his hands then gripped different places and you knew what he was about to do.
“Wait!” He removed his hands and you slowly sat up. You removed your shirt and bra for him so he wouldn’t rip them off, it was not that easy finding clothes in this universe so it would be better to save the clothing. You were hesitant but decided to speed up the process by wiggling your pants and underwear off too. You finished and quickly laid back down, you gave him a slight smile and told him he could continue.
His hands were back on you but this time they moved down to your pelvic area and just moved up and down your skin. You gulped and exhaled deeply. “Please... I need you. Please go faster. I can take it, I promise.” You were very embarrassed when he took his hands off of you so you couldn’t see what he was doing. You suddenly felt some hot skin rubbing against your clit, it felt like a finger. He had taken off his gloves. You bit your lip to help stay quiet. Things were going good until you felt two large fingers inside you.
You moaned out and quickly looked down, you saw and felt him begin moving his fingers inside of you. It hurt since there wasn’t enough to stop the friction but that wasn’t on your list of concerns. Your legs became spreading them further apart and your head landed hard on the bed as he pushed his fingertips against a sensitive spot. You knew of the G-spot, but this wasn’t it. It was something else, a spot where you could also feel him brushing against your cervix with his middle finger.
Your moans filled the room as he kept pushing up against that spot. The sound of something wet moving caught your attention but you felt so good, you couldn’t bring yourself to look at what was causing the wet noise. You groaned when you felt him remove his fingers from inside of you, you were about to say something but you were cut off by something other than his fingers moving inside you.
You finally looked down and saw that it was coming from under his helmet, it was long and slimy. It was a tongue. You were surprised, since you never thought he had a tongue. It pushed all the way to your cervix and seemed to widen out. You almost screamed at the pleasurable pain, you knew it would hurt moving tomorrow but it would be worth it. His hands moved to your legs and pushed them up to your chest.
Tears fell out the corners of your eyes and there was a big smile on your face. “This... amazing!” Your hand grabbed his wrist and held on for dear life as your other hand slid down to your clit. You rubbed your clit to match the pumps of his tongue, your eyes were rolled back and you were saying incoherent phrases. Your insides began clenching around his tongue but that didn’t slow him back, in fact, it caused him to speed up.
You screamed as you came and your body violently bounced, he seemed to slow down his pace to help you ride out your orgasm. You were breathing heavily and your hands were shaking. You released his wrist and placed both of your hands over your chest. You couldn’t say anything yet but you could smile. He removed his tongue from your sensitive walls and lowered your legs. You groaned as your clit was still very sensitive and closed your eyes, thinking you were going to pass out.
You were suddenly lifted in the air, Pyramid Head had stood up completely and held you to his chest. You weakly tried to wrap your arms around him but it wasn’t a success. You tried to thank him, but all that came out were mumbled words. You were still out of it but you heard something drop on the floor, you knew what it was when you felt something warm and big pressed against your pussy. It was his robe.
Request: @bootybetterbebruised “Hello can I please request Jesse Cromeans, Freddy Krueger, Jason Voorhees, and Michael Myers reacting to their fem s/o having an only fans? I’m really excited to read your writing!”
Warning(s): Maybe a little explicit. Actually.. maybe more than a little bit.
Note: I had fun with this one. I hope you enjoy!
— Jesse Cromeans
He would absolutely love it or absolutely hate it depending on what exactly she post. If she posts pictures of herself naked, he will immediately forbid her from having an onlyfans. Before he deletes it, if he’s able to, he’ll find out everyone who is paying for her pictures and videos real identities and kill them, male or female.
He will not have anyone other than him looking at her goods on full display. If she tries to argue with him, he will become scary. He can’t talk but she’ll know what he’s trying to say once he’s done throwing things around. If she still has attitude problems then he’ll bring her to the warehouse and show her what the consequences were for having a onlyfans by killing the person in front of her. Got to get the message across.
On the other hand, if it’s just teasing photos or videos without actually showing anything, he wouldn’t have a problem with it. In fact, he’ll encourage her to do it more. He likes thinking of all those people wishing they could see what was under those panties or what those titties looked like, it gets him horny. So horny that even he’ll subscribe to it just to see what everyone else is seeing.
If his s/o ever asked him (more like his dick) to be in a video, he’ll agree. She want to record her face while fucking so she could post it on her onlyfans, fucking sign him up. And he’ll definitely be the first to watch it. He’ll be invested so much that he will unknowingly become like a manager.
— Michael Myers
This man does not care at all. As long as no creeps try to find his s/o or anything, she can do whatever the hell she want with her body. Just make sure that doesn’t distract them from cooking him meals and messaging his shoulders.
Michael will walk in on her and just stand there until she’s done then walk up to her, depending on how long they’ve been together will determine her reaction. If they’ve been together long enough, she’ll get up and cook him some dino chicken nuggets (yes he eats them). Once he gets his food, she won’t have to worry about him appearing in the background of her pictures.
If creeps start coming to their house or start stalking his s/o, he will look at her with much annoyance. ‘Keep the horn dogs away from my resting place’ type of look. He will definitely kill the creeps then make her clean the blood off his knife, boots, and clothes. If he’s in an asshole mood, she’ll have to wash the blood off his body herself.
He probably won’t join in on her videos at first. He doesn’t understand why she would need him, she literally has toys and other shit to use. But once she suggests finding someone to be in the video, he’ll let her record whatever she wants. His mask is staying on and he will not hold onto the camera, homegirl is on her own with this one.
— Freddy Krueger
Freaky bastard. He likes that shit. Hell. He would most likely start his own after he finds out about his s/o’s. He won’t know how the hell to work it so that’s when his s/o has to come in and show him how it works. He’ll probably get mad because no one is subscribing to him, but he doesn’t advertise and post shit quality stuff.
She will have to teach his man how to post good videos and pictures and will make him a twitter account (which he becomes semi-famous on) and suddenly many people are flooding his onlyfans. Many people think he’s cosplaying as Freddy so he has a lot of fangirls and fanboys. He doesn’t understand but he loves the attention. And money.
He also subscribes to her onlyfans just to see what she posts. He might get a bit jealous if she makes more money than him but then he’ll think about all those people subscribing to her, trying to see her through a phone screen, when he has her right beside him. He could touch her, taste her, and even fuck her while everyone wishes they could do that. That will boost his ego a lot.
If she asks him to be in a video he’ll joke about how much he’s getting out of it. He’s not being serious but if she offers him a sum of money, that’ll persuade him to do more videos with her. But forreal, he won’t have a problem with it. He might ask her if she’ll like to do more videos in the future.
— Jason Voorhees
He would not like it at all. It’s promiscuous and blasphemous. He would make her delete it before his mother found out, he would be absolutely scared of what his mother would think of her. He would probably take her phone away and hide it somewhere for a few days before giving it back. He honestly wouldn’t look at her the same.
If she can convince him that they need the money then maybe he’ll let her do it. But he is still very much against the idea of her showing the world something precious like her bare body. He does become paranoid that he’s not being a good partner to her so he becomes insecure about himself and starts to distance himself from her.
She will have to comfort him a lot and get him to understand that she’s only doing it for the money. The cabin is great and all but it’s far from being completely livable. Once he understands that, he’ll be a bit more okay with her doing onlyfans. If he ever walks in on her taking pictures, he’ll completely leave and go do something else. He will try not to think bad things about her and try to remember why she’s doing it.
He will never ever join in. She should know Jason enough to know he isn’t that type of man. He will probably be upset with her if she ever asks that and will try to ignore his mother when she says terrible things about her. He loves her. He may not like what exactly she’s doing but at the end of the day, he is the one that gets to actually be with her.
Request: @crow-beasty “May I request Trapper x Fem Reader where the reader dresses like a housewife from the 50's and trapper has an obsession with winning the Readers affection? Thank you!”
Warning(s): Danny (Ghostface) being an asshole.
Word Count: 1.5k
Note: Okay so I have like three different versions of this but this is the best one in my opinion. I might post the other one because I really like it but this is the best one (in my opinion) that fits what you requested for. Also, thank you for requesting!
When Trapper first saw you during the trail, he couldn’t help but stop and just observe you. He hadn’t seen many survivors dressed like you before. You were wearing a navy blue dress with a matching blue ribbon tied in your hair, it was a very modest look. You must’ve been the new survivor all the killers were talking about. He’s heard that you were very polite to the killers, even while you were on the hook.
He honestly thought it was an act until he had more trails with you, he began realizing that was just how you were. Once that settled in, something else began settling inside of him. Feelings of some sort. He wasn't like the other killers though, he was loyal to the entity and ignored his feelings to satisfy the entity’s needs. He tried to ignore the feeling but he always did feel guilty for hooking you, sometimes you even smiled at him and told him it was okay. Gosh, why did you have to be so nice?
As his feelings began to crack through the box he kept them in, he would hear the things Ghostface would say about you. Vulgar and earthy things about you and the signature navy blue dress you wore. He tried to ignore it at first but once he accidentally stumbled across you and Ghostface meeting, he couldn’t ignore it anymore. You were too perfect for that vile creature, you deserved better, you deserve someone like.. him.
That was when he decided he would have you. You were going to his but he’ll do it by showing you how he was much better than Ghostface. He was an old-fashion type of guy so he couldn’t take you out to a restaurant or go open the car door for you. He didn’t even have a suit to wear and he definitely didn’t know if flowers even grew in this realm. But that wasn’t getting to stop him, he’ll just improvise some stuff.
He didn’t outright start letting you escape every game, but he did start he started letting you do your little tricks on him like he had no idea what you were doing then would mysteriously lose track of you. Then by letting you complete a generator before chasing after you or he would let you get some time in the basement before getting you. Until finally, he would let you get the hatch if you were the last one alive or he would let you open an exit gate.
Of course, he did have to sacrifice you sometimes but it was way less than all the other survivors. He did hear the entity asking if he was beginning to favor you and he confirmed it. The entity was upset but couldn’t do anything since he was still doing his job. He did start asking the entity for a favors. Small things like a suit and return he would be more efficient with his work. And with that, he started becoming extra brutal during the trails, especially the ones you weren’t in.
Survivors started noticing how things were different for you when it came to Trapper but you thought nothing of it, though, you had noticed the signs. He gradually let you escape during the trails and you wanted to ask him for his reason but you didn’t want to seem like we were overreacting. You and Trapper never had a conversation just like everyone else but you did know that some killers had their favorites and some decided to take that further. You just hoped that wasn’t what he was trying to do to you.
Luckily, all your worries were washed about when Trapper wanted you to meet him for the first time. He got all dressed up in his suit and did his best to be presentable. When he saw you looking for him just a few feet away, he had to take some deep breaths before he stepped out from behind a tree with a blanket and flowers in hand. He walked up to you and couldn’t help but gawk over how beautiful you looked.
You were wearing a long skirt with a white button up tucked within the skirt and had a white ribbon wrapped in your hair. Trapper on the other hand had on a regular suit except didn’t have a coat to wear. He wanted to impress you so bad by saying something cool but he couldn’t get the words out, so he just handed you the flowers. You accepted the flowers with a genuine smile and thanked him.
“So Mr. Trapper, what did you want from me?” You looked at him while smelling the flowers, they smelt like real flowers. You wondered how he was able to get these since everyone told you flowers only exist during a certain time period. Trapper held his hand out and you placed your hand within his, he lifted your hand to his mask and “kissed” the top of your hand. He lowered your hand and looked into your eyes.
“Want to take you on a date.” He said as best as he could, he didn’t talk very much so he has to get used to using his voice and letting people hear it. You stood there contemplating whether he was being serious or not. He did get you flowers and he was all dressed up, he put in all his effort so maybe he wasn’t joking. You nodded, “Oh okay, I.. accept.” In the pit of your stomach you could feel butterflies, just what did he have planned?
He walked beside you then turned to face the direction he had come from, he held his elbow out for you to wrap your arm around and smiled under his mask when he felt you snake your arm through. You two walked through the forest for a bit before you came to a clearing. He quickly laid down the blanket and he showed you a wine bottle along with two mugs. “There weren’t any wine glasses, my apologies for that.”
You laughed and shook your head, “It’s fine, I really appreciate you doing this for me.” Trapper relaxed and slightly nodded his head. He walked on opposite of you and waited for you to sit down before he did. He opened up the wine bottle and poured some for you then some for him. “You can call me Evan, (Y/n).” You nodded and you both began to talk to each other about random things, like past hobbies, favorite things, just anything that interested you guys at the moment.
You don’t know how long you were there but Evan could hear the entity warning him about time almost being up. “I’m sorry but it’s almost time for us to go.” Evan drank the last bit of his wine then stood up with ease, he held out his hand and you grabbed it to help yourself up. “Evan, I really had a nice time with you. you did all of this for me and I just can’t thank you enough.”
You gripped his hand harder and cursed at yourself, you knew he was doing this for that reason but you wanted to hear him say it. “What are you trying to get out of me?” Evan paused and thought, he knew that he wanted you, for lust or for love he had no clue. “I don’t know yet, but I know I want you.” Your eyes widened and you gulped, you laughed out of embarrassment and released his hand. “I will do everything I can to convince you if I have to.”
Evan picked up the blanket, mugs, and the wine bottle and wrapped them up within the blanket. After he was done, he held out his elbow again and waited for you to snake your arm through. You were hesitant this time but you did as you did prior. There was silence as you both walked back, neither of you knew what to say. As you arrived at the place where you met, you removed your arm and turned to face him.
“Well, then I guess you better start planning more dates.” You smiled and walked away, heading towards the camp. Evan watched as you walked farther and farther away until you were no longer seen. “Wow, Trapper, didn’t know you had a thing for gals like that.” Evan turned around at the familiar voice while mentally sighing, Danny. He had his mask on but Evan could still tell he was grinning, he didn’t have time for Danny’s little games so he just walked past him.
“I wonder who’ll get her first.” That made him stop in his tracks and peak over his shoulder, only to see Danny walk beside him. “I bet she’ll come to someone like me, someone.. experienced.” Evan clenched his jaw and turned his head away from Danny. He walked off not wanting a kid like him to have the opportunity to get him upset. Evan knew he was going to win you and your affection, even if he had to play against someone like Danny.
About: It’s the day of Halloween and your friends try to convince you to go out with them to a party, just to get them off your back, you agree... forgetting that Michael is never far away and hates you going out on Halloween.
Warning(s): Nsfw ; choking, suffocation, thigh riding, sir kink, saliva
Word Count: 1.3K
Note: Damn this is some good shit. I’m very proud of this.
“Come on, (Y/N)! You never go out with us on Halloween, all you have to do is go out with us this one time.” You were on your way home from the Halloween store, you had to get some extra stuff from the decorations and coincidentally meet your friends, Nela and Brooke. During the walk to your house, they’ve been trying to convince you to go to this annual Halloween party that’s always the most anticipated party every year.
You would absolutely love to go but you have one “small” thing stopping you, your 6’7 boyfriend that absolutely hates you going out of Halloween. You don’t exactly know why he doesn’t want you out but you could assume that was the time he didn’t want you wondering outside and accidentally meeting him during his killing mode. You could only hope that was it because it’s honestly kind of sweet of him to want to protect you.
“Guys, please.” Everyone turned down your street while you sighed and tried to get them off your back. “I don’t feel like-” “You don’t feel like going every year! Why can’t you just come with us this one year, everyone will be there except you, (Y/N).” You rubbed your temple at Nela’s claim and stopped right outside your house. “Alright! Fine, I’ll consider it but it’s not a definite ‘yes’.”
Nela hugged you then clapped her together as she alternated looks between you and Brooke, “Alright. Party starts around 9 so go there at 10, don’t want to be early.” You nodded and turned away, you heard byes and raised your hand just above your shoulder so they could see. You dug out your keys from your coat pocket and unlocked the door, pushing it open then closing it once you were fully inside.
You called out for Michael but no response. You walked over to the kitchen and sat the bag down. You called out for him again but still nothing, you assumed he was out stalking or killing and shook your head. You looked at the time on your watch and it read 6:29. “Damn, I need to finish up the decorations and start getting ready.” You took out the items you bought and started finishing up the skeleton.
It was now 9:47 and you were almost done with your costume, you didn’t really plan on going out so you had to dig through your clothes to find a costume you could still fit. Finally, you found a cat woman costume, it was hard to put on but now that you’re looking at it in the mirror, it was most definitely worth it.
You fixed your mask one last time before exiting your room and tiptoed your way downstairs, just in case he was downstairs. You looked around and didn’t see him. ‘Good..’ you walked to the door and unlocked it, opening it and stepping out while also looking for him. “Alright. Here we go.” You closed the door and reached above the door frame to grab the extra key, the latex suit made it harder to stretch up your arm so you ended up dropping it on the mat.
You damned yourself as you bent down to get the key, that’s when a shadow engulfed your entire body and you felt someone pushed against your ass. You recognize the stare even though you hadn’t turned around. ‘Michael.’ You stood up quickly and turned around with your back pressed against the door and your head tilted up at the figure.
“Michael, what are you doing out in the open?” You said, trying to take attention away from your obvious plans of going out. He didn’t do anything except point at your suit. You nervously laughed and waved your hand, “I was going to Nela’s house. She wanted us to have fun and stuff.” You could feel him staring at you and most specifically your latex costume. You just stood there and waited for him to do something.
Without you noticing, he reached his hand out to the door knob and twisted it open. He stepped closer to you which caused you to step back until you finally noticed you and him were two inside. “Hey-” he slammed the door shut up without removing his attention from you. You cleared your throat and tried to go upstairs, he quickly stepped in front of you. “Michael, I’m sorry. I know you told me to go out but,” you stopped yourself from telling him your friends were forcing you to go, “I wanted to go out and have fun. I love Halloween but it’s boring up staying inside and not doing anything.”
He stood there like he always did and you huffed. You attempted to get past him but you were held against a wall with his hand around your throat. You felt him squeeze the sides of your neck where the large veins were and couldn’t help but close your eyes back and hold back your moan. You then felt his thigh in between your legs, pressing against your clit. “M-Michael, what are you doing?” You asked as you started feeling lightheaded.
You grabbed onto his wrist, wanting him to release his grip but he pressed his thigh into your clit harder. You moaned and held onto his waist with both of your hands, you don’t know if you should be grateful you didn’t wear anything under the costume or if you should be regretful. You felt his grip released which caused your eyes to immediately roll back and your mouth to ajar.
“S-sir, it feels good! Please keep going!” You moaned out as you felt him place his free hand on the bottom of your back and push your farther up his thigh, your feet barely keeping contact with the ground. He began bouncing his leg and you gasped at the pain but at the pleasure mixed within it. You felt the latex starting to stick to your skin but you didn’t mind since you were occupied with receiving pleasure.
You started moaning like crazy as he bounced his leg faster, you held into his stained overalls as best as you could, you felt yourself getting close. Suddenly, your mouth and nose were completely covered by the large hand that was supposed to be on your neck. Your eyes widened and you stared into the darkness of the mask where his eyes should have been. One of your hands gripped around his wrist and clawed at it, but nothing changed.
Saliva began spilling out of your mouth onto his hand and your eyes rolled back to the point where it hurt. Your moans increased in volume as you got closer and closer to your release. You were so rapturous and you didn’t know his head was right beside yours until you heard him say something. “Come.” Your thighs clamped around his, your body violently shook, and your eyes rolled back as far as they could; no sound came out your mouth as you came and your grip on his body loosen causing your arms to swing down beside you.
You felt like you were only moments away from passing out and you think you actually did because the next thing you remember is being dropped on the ground, grasping for oxygen and even spitting out your saliva. It took you awhile before you were able to breathe steadily again. Still with his shadow looming over you, you looked up and saw Michael just looking down at you with his head tilted.
Your eyes scanned down his body and saw his obvious erection poking through his overalls, you looked up to the masked man and swallowed hard, knowing what was next. ‘Sorry guys, but it looks like I can’t go.’
I — Be specific. If gender is not specified then the reader will be gender neutral. If a request is something specific, give traits that’ll go with the reader. If you want it in headcanons or in any other format, say it. can’t read minds you know.
Ex. One: “Can I request a fluff jason x m!reader with jason comforting the reader after he sees him coming home in a bad mood?”
Ex. Two: “Can I request Michael stalking a girl reader hc? The reader is an extrovert, social butterfly, but also very flirty. When Michael finally tries to kill her she tells Michael he’s ‘double caked up’ and begs to slap his ass before she dies.”
That was interesting to come up with but you get the idea. I can work with both types of request but the first type is more for people who don’t have anything in mind and are okay with receiving how I think the reader would react and behave, and also the format I write it in.
II — Maximum of four people per request. Anymore than that would be too much and I don’t feel like writing all that, if you want more people, ask for another part.
III — If requesting nsfw, say if you want it to be light or heavy. If it’s not specified then it will be whatever I choose.
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