I wanna fuck ghostface so hard that he blacks out or passed out from the sheer feeling of pleasure and pain. 😭😭😭
Hell yeah. Same thoughts. 18+ TOP READER
Ghostface’s knees buckled, his legs consistently trembling while his hands scrambled around the mattress for purchase. The cheek of his mask was firmly planted against the sheets, finding himself unable to look back at you without interrupting himself.
“Oh God! Oh God—hnngh, right there!”
He punched out a moan, relishing in the way your thick cock ruthlessly carves an imprint on his slick-graced walls. His feet were on the ground, his upper half on the bed, and his ass raised to you. Your hands gripped his hips, forcibly prompting him to fuck himself back on your dick in time with your thrusts.
“Yeah? Right here?” You ask, pulling out enough to allow him to feel the threat of you leaving his entrance before you roughly bottom out and hit his sweet spot, earning yourself a high whine. One of your hands reach up, grasping his nape and pushing him down. Making him take it.
Ghostface can barely breathe, weak gasps barely managing to leave his agape mouth. You were fucking him like you hated him, his obscured face uncomfortably digging harder into the soft bedspread.
It hurt. Hurt so good.
Your hips were meeting with his backside with audible smacks, accompanied by a force that’ll surely cause him to become terribly sore. He clenches around your cock with a whimper, heat rushing to his gut, a climax rapidly approaching him.
It was dizzying. It was electrifying, and he was so horny. The killer groans out, long and broken, his mind momentarily numbing. He’s so close, his wet dick beginning to throb, and he can feel himself right—
Ghostface suddenly becomes limp, his hips subconsciously bucking forward as his pretty slit spits out his messy release.
pairing: ghostface & pyramid head x reader
tags: threesome, spit roasting, degradation
a/n: in light of 2v8 ending, here's a small blurb for the dbd fans :3
"Don't you think it's funny?" Says Danny's distorted voice under his mask.
You look up at him from your position with teary eyes, your only answer being a choked hum, as your mouth is currently occupied by his cock thrusting deep into your throat. "How the rest of your teammates are working hard to get out of here- mhmf," a low whine escapes his throat, "and all you're doin' is getting fucked by the killers?"
You roll your eyes, breathing deep with your nose and letting him reach impossibly deeper into your mouth.
He chuckles, then adds. "Well, maybe you're working hard too, the only reason we don't go out there and kill everybody is because of that tight pussy and cute little mouth."
Behind you is Pyramid Head, holding the sides of your hips with an iron grasp and splitting your pussy open with his monster cock. Your pussy flutters everytime his hips tilt against your asscheeks and hits that sweet spot inside of you. If it wasn't for these two holding you, you would've collapsed from the overstimulation already.
You had Ghostface's cock gagging you and Pyramid Head's cock fucking you from behind inside the killer shack. Your teammates were outside repairing the insane amount of generators, probably confused because no one is trying to kill them, while you were enjoying yourself with the ones supposed to slash them up.
You couldn't care less, though. Not when you were experiencing hot-white pleasure from being filled in both holes at the same time. Your cervix is being bullied by the tip of Pyramid's cock and your mind is being mashed into nothing but a moaning mess with Ghostface's words.
"Such a good girl for us, don't you think?" Danny speaks directly to Pyramid Head, holding your hair in his gloved hand and yanking you off him. You take the opportunity to take a deep breath. You're a mess, spit and tears wetting your face and dripping on the old wooden floor.
Pyramid doesn't answer, obviously, he just continues pounding your pussy and enjoying the wet sound it makes. Ghostface tsks.
"Are you a good girl, baby?" This time he adresses you. You can feel his intense stare behind the pitch black holes from his mask.
You nod, whimpering a hoarse 'Yes'.
He lets out a dark chuckle. "Oh-hoho, no, babygirl," Danny shakes his head, petting your chin like you would pet a dog. "Good girls don't get fucked by monsters, do they?"
Your hair gets pulled hard and you whimper. Danny takes the hunting knife next to him and caresses your wet cheek with the sharp tip. The cool metal mixed with the sudden fear alert shooting from your brain and the sharp pleasure from Pyramid behind you gives you gooseebumps.
"Answer," demands the man in front of you.
You shake your head.
"Exactly, that's what sluts do..." He drops the knife and grabs his cock by the base, starting to pump his gloved fist up and down in front of your mouth. The sight so tempting you just want to taste him again all over your tongue.
"Are you a slut, baby? Are you our slut?" Distorted grunts and whines escape from Danny's voice modulator.
And as he asks you such deliciously degrading question, Pyramid's pace starts to increase and become more erratic, hitting your g-spot nonstop with such agression that tears start forming at the corners of your pretty eyes.
"F-Fuck, yes, yesyesyes, I'm your slut- oh my God don't stop!"
Everything is too much. You don't recall what happens exactly after you cum all over Pyramid Head's cock and Danny bursts his warm seed all over your face. But you can faintly hear Dwight's voice somewhere near you mumbling "What the fuck..." and then screams of horror.
As you close your eyes on the hard floor of the killer shack, Pyramid Head grabs an old blanket laying around and covers your naked body. For a serial killer and an otherwordly monster, they are kind with you during aftercare.
summary; you’re at a haunted house and have a bad experience with these annoying scare actors 🙄
warnings: blood and gore, smut, p in v, non con, rough sex, no protection, fondling, fingering, creampie, penetration, mean ghostie, size kink, intended dacryphillia
meant so you can imagine any male ghostface :)
nsfw content below !!
this time of the year was always gloomy and dark, the forest air foggy and limiting the man’s view. his mask didn’t allow him much access anyways, but all these branches hitting him in the face as he ran wasn’t the best either.
he could hear the girls loud crying from in front of him, her wheezing and low coughing. he had to hand it to her, she was managing to still run away from him with stab wounds and several scratches. some of his victims gave up immediately the second they saw his shrieked expression, but no, not this girl. he was slightly amused by it, but also annoyed.
this dumb blonde had somehow managed to drag him all the way into this forest, dirtying his robe. he swore, he could feel the splinters pricking at his skin. her screaming for help didn’t help his annoyance either.
in the distance he caught a glance of a large amusement park, the trees slowly moving out of the way and showing the night sky more clearly. the wind blew, the loud music becoming more and more clear. the girl noticed as well and started to run towards the open gate. he tsk’d under his breath, stopping for a moment to catch his breath, before continuing his sprint. he tucks his knife into his robe and looks at where the girl is headed.
straight towards a haunted house. a tall, black house with gothic exterior and cobwebs decorating the windows. he could see the led lights from the front, the large sign with all the information written down on it.
anger washed over him as the girl ran into the house through the back door, leaving her bloody trail behind her. why was his job so hard? this girl should of dropped dead minutes ago. adrenaline was a silly thing.
at the front of the haunted house, you stood gazing at the sign with an unsure expression. you had come here with friends a few hours back, all dressed up in cute little halloween outfits in celebration of the spooky holiday. but not even a hour in everyone split up and left you all alone. what a shitty friend group.
to your left you caught a glimpse of a figure running into the back of the haunted house. you frowned and took a peek, watching as a dark robe followed in after her in a hurried manner. weird.
anyways, the sign said admission fee was seven dollars. wasn’t too bad, you guessed. you hesitantly handed the employee a ten dollar bill and waltzed in.
the inside was dark with a fog machine taking up the hallways, giving it an eerie aura. the lace curtains, the dark furniture, the tall paintings of people you had never seen before— this seemed like an actual house more then a haunted one. it was all part of the gig, right?
you wandered into the kitchen, only to get jumpscared by a scare actor that was almost twice your size. he was dressed as a beast, hiding in the corner. with a scream, he pounced at you and caused you to stumble back and drop your soda all over your top. gasping for air, you looked up at him with a pissed off expression, fingers trembling.
the man stared at you for a few seconds with an unsure look, before shrugging and shuffling into the darkness once again, looking for another unsuspecting victim to scare.
“great, just great.” you mutter bitterly to yourself. you sigh tiredly and throw your empty bottle into the garbage, patting some droplets off your top.
you were dorothy for halloween, matching with the rest of your friend group. you were all fairy tale characters. …a more slutty version of them, that is. you had on a blue plaid dress that stopped at your mid thigh, red flats, with your hair styled with cute bows keeping it in messy pigtails.
your pretty blue dress was now covered in soda though, so that wasn’t the greatest. you took another minute to look around the kitchen, flinching at a spider that you realized was fake after a minute, almost slipping on some cobwebs, before shrieking when another scare actor dressed as a bloody bride came out of nowhere.
today was not your day, not in the slightest.
"AAAAH!" a sudden scream from the hallway catches your attention. you shriek and turn quickly, blinking for a moment before shuffling forward and creeping into the door that leads to the hallway. there's a blood trail on the floor that leads to the staircase. that must mean the haunted house wants you to follow it, right? is this one of those haunted houses that has a specific pathway so you can experience every part? probably.
"mmmm, okay." you say to yourself, shrugging and following it up the stairs. it's slippery. you cringe and reluctantly look around the upstairs. scary music plays obnoxiously loud in the background, the lights flickering to give a mysterious feeling and a creepy edge. it's working. working too well.
a door slams to your left and you flinch, looking in that direction immediately. you see the same black robe flash in the distance, the same robe you've seen already. what a committed scare actor. was he targeting you? or were you just witnessing him scaring his other victims?
"SOMEONE! HELP ME!" a girly shriek resonates from said room. you blink dumbly for a moment, looking at the other doors that have cobwebs and poorly drawn blood platters on them, some doors having signs on them. one sign said “danger ahead!” and another said “beware of ghosts!”.
after a moment of thinking you slowly walked down the hallway into the dark room, looking around in surprise. it was a media room that was completely wrecked. the couch had its fabric ripped with stab marks all over it, blood marks, and some stuffing spilling out of it. the table was thrown onto its side with the glass vase shattered.
at the end of a room was a large door with decor hanging off it. you stepped forward and opened it slowly, blinking in surprise as you were immediately met with a reflection of yourself. your lips parted in awe as you realized it was a mirror maze. what creeped you out was the bloody hand marks on the mirrors. this haunted house was very realistic. you didn’t like it.
you walked forward, only to immediately head butt into a mirror. you blinked rapidly in shock and looked around, patting your surroundings and trying to find the pathway to the exit. another long minute passes as you pat the wall, letting it lead you deeper and deeper into the maze.
someway through your little adventure someone suddenly rams into you, making you shriek and give the mirror in front of you another headbutt. she gasps and curls into you, tugging at your clothing and crying out annoyingly loud.
"okay buddy, i don't think scare actors are supposed to get physical-" you grumble, swatting at her clammy hands. she cries and cries, blood all over her clothing and her face covered in tears.
"please! please! h-he's chasing me a-and i-i"m so s-scared and i don't want to d-die—" her voice cracks a dozen times as she sobs into your chest, pulling you closer and closer until you both are pressed together like lovers. you squirm in discomfort, not liking how personal she was getting. you were pretty sure scare actors weren't supposed to cross boundaries like this.
"okay, please get off me." you hiss sharply, gently pushing her away. she sobs more and shakes her head, silently begging you to listen to her. she can barely utter out any words, limping in pain with several stab wounds under her clothing.
she pales as she looks behind you. you turn hesitantly, not wanting to turn your back to this crazy lady. you see the reflection of a shrieked mask, making you flinch and hug the girl in your arms.
“okay, uhm, you guys are very good at your job—“ you chuckle nervously, hugging the girl tightly. she was shorter then you, her head tucked into your chest. she was trembling so much. you frowned.
“are you.. okay?” you asked hesitantly.
“he STABBED me!” she shrieks, aggressively tugging at your hands and showing you her stomach. right there laid a gigantic bloody wound, blood dripping down onto her skirt. your face paled even more and you stood there like an idiot, face to face with this girl who had a gigantic stab mark.
“o-okay— okay— let’s get, let’s get out of here? okay? you’re safe with me,” you shush her gently, helping her walk as you hurriedly pull her alongside you. you lead her to the entrance of the maze, backtracking your pathway. you mostly just followed the bloody hand marks from earlier, though.
the next few minutes is a blur. you’re helping her down the stairs, she’s crying and hyperventilating, you’re freaking out because the blood is looking too real and the creepy music in the background isn’t helping. your heart is pounding and you don’t know what to do.
as you help her down the stairs, she grasps onto your shirt with a terrified look, tugging you. “h-he’s following us!” she screeches. you blink at her for a moment, frowning in fear and not looking where you’re stepping. you open your mouth to respond to her, only to step on air. you send the both of you stumbling down, a scream leaving her as the hard wood digs into her wounds.
you gasp sharply, squinting your eyes to clear your blurry vision. you turn to your side to check on the terrified blonde, only to gape in shock at the sight of her limp on the floor. her eyes are lazily fluttering open and shut, the blood from her gut spilling out. the impact had made her wound deeper and probably set her on the waiting list for the afterlife. and it was all your fault.
“h-hey— hey- hey—“ you choke out, getting up and hurrying to her, patting her face and trying to get her to respond. your hands are full of blood as you inhale deeply, your heart about to jump out of your chest. she looks up at you with all the strength she has, lips moving weakly.
"b..behind you." she whispers.
your heart stops. you blink down at her pale face and slowly peek over your shoulder. down the hall is a tall man in a robe, a white glowing mask on his head. the fog surrounds him as he tilts his head at you, silently watching. you couldn’t see his eyes but goosebumps immediately spread all over your body, making you squirm in discomfort. he didn’t look like a scare actor. no, he looked like the black blur you’ve been seeing all day.
his hunting knife was covered in blood, and that was all you needed to know before you broke out into a sprint in the opposite direction of him. the hallways were closing in on you as you rushed down towards the back door, the screams of the girl echoing throughout the house. you could hear the knife slashing at her, making your eyes water in fear.
you didn’t want to die. no, you were too young! too pretty, too kind, too— you hadn’t even graduated yet. you still wanted to earn your bachelor's, go out on more dates, and get more friends. but no, you couldn’t anymore, because you were about to get butchered by some psycho in a halloween costume.
your sweaty hands pulled and tugged at the door handle, blinking away the tears. you sniffled, your heart somehow dropping further down into your stomach as the door didn’t budge.
“awww, no no sweetie, you’re stuck in here with me. they already shut down the entire park.” you hear his menacing voice coo from behind you. it was dark and deep, a mockingly soothing tone. maybe it would of lulled you to sleep in any other situation. it sends shivers down your spine and a hiccup leaves your throat.
“who are you? why are you doing this?” you mumble hesitantly, your voice small in the gigantic house. he tsk’s at you, waving his knife in a wagging motion at you.
“no, you don’t get to ask questions, sweetheart. you’re a dumb little bitch who got involved in things that didn’t concern her.” he growls darkly, stepping closer and closer. you back to your left and rush behind the couch, shaking. he laughs at your pathetic attempt at getting something in between you two.
“why would you kill her?! is this some sick prank?!” you snap, some tears streaming down your face as he simply shrugs. shrugs.
“what the fuck.” you whisper at him, the sight of her blood all over him making you sick to your stomach. as if you could drop to your knees and vomit. you might, actually.
before you can react, he jumps over the couch and grabs you. you scream as he shoves you face first into the couch, quickly straddling your body. you thrash underneath him, sobbing and shaking your head, letting out incoherent mess of please don’t kill me and i’ll do anything. he’s slightly annoyed by how loud you are. should be cut your vocal records so you don’t gain attention? but then again, no one is near by. no one to hear your pretty screams except him.
his heavy knife glides alongside your spine, his hand only applying light pressure. you hear the sound of your dress getting ripped and more tears slip, your lips quivering as you squeeze your eyes shut. you shiver as the cold air brushes against your back, the back of your bra being revealed to him. what a day to wear your favorite set, right?
“look at you, dressed like a god damn slut. you wanted this, didn’t you?” he hissed, hooking one of his fingers underneath the clasp and snapping it against your skin. he chuckled lightly at your girly squeak. your hands squirm some more and he huffs in annoyance, grabbing them and shoving them above your head.
“keep them right there, got it? you move them and i’ll cut your wrists open, stupid girl.” he bonks the back of your head hard. you yelp and nod, shaking as you hold your hands together tightly above your head just as he asked. more soft cries leave you as he pulls the back of your dress further apart, goosebumps all over your porcelain skin.
“why are you doing this?” you force the words out of your throat, leaving a bitter taste on your tongue. it might be blood.
“because i can.” he hums simply, running his fingers down your spine. his hands unclasp your bra and slip it off your body, and you squirm as your nipples press against the scratchy fabric of your dress. you quietly mewl into the couch.
“you don’t need to do this. i-i have money— not much, but i have some,” you beg desperately, trembling as his large body presses you more into the cushion. you felt like you were getting suffocated. you were so overwhelmed and scared, covered in blood and getting stripped down by the reason.
“you think i need your money?” he scoffs, shoving his hands uder your chest and groping your breasts. you squeal hard as he meanly fondles and squeezes them, his large hands covering a lot. his fingers pinch your nipples, causing you to whine loudly into the couch. you can’t help that they harden right away, your body becoming more sensitive to his touch. moans start to slip from your throat as you feel his knee lodge itself between your thighs.
he roughly grinds his jeans fabric against your panties, your skirt lifted and showing the lewd sight of the thin fabric sticking to your messy cunt. the denim material of his jeans is rough and hard, applying a good enough amount of friction to lubricate you further.
little moans leave you involuntarily, trying your best to muffle them by biting down on your bottom lip. your thighs squirm and attempt to close, but it only ends up trapping the man’s knee against your pussy. more rubbing has you crying and moaning, subtly grinding your pussy back onto him. he, of course, notices and swats the back of your head again, your moans stuttering.
“look at you, getting off on this shit.” he whispers into your ear, leaning down so his chest is against your back, his mask is pressing against your head. his hands don’t stop their assault on your breasts, marking them up with hard pinches and twisting your nipples until you're begging him to let go. “i didn’t expect you to be such a down bad slut.” he sneers.
“s-shut up..” you sniffle, your voice muffled and your body covered entirely by his robe. if someone walked in they’d see a small girl getting completely smothered by some dude in a halloween costume. this couldn’t be any more embarrassing.
"s-shut up." he mocks in a high-pitched voice, giving an extra harsh twist to your nipple. he gets harder at the sound of your pained cry. he smiles creepily under the mask as he presses his large hand to your panties, rubbing your clit through the thin soaked material. your body squirms at the feeling of having your sensitive core played with, rubbing your wet face against the cushion in a weak attempt to wipe your tears.
"dont touch me— no, not there- stop!" you gasp desperately, whimpering into the cold air as he keeps rubbing your clit and touching you right where it feels so good. the savory sensation had your lips parting subconsciously and your thighs inching away from each other. you're ashamed of the way you're enjoying this, how you're begging in your head for him to slide his fingers nice and deep.
"i can feel how wet you are, damn. you must really want me to ruin this little cunt of yours, huh? gonna beg?" he sniggered, sliding his fingers underneath and letting the small brush of his middle and ring finger against your hole be all you feel. his eyes are burning through the back of your head, inhaling each movement and sound you make, analyzing your reactions and how you take his touch.
"m'not gonna beg. i'll gonna beg for you to get your dirty ass hands off me—" you're interrupted by him sliding his two fingers deep inside you, immediately curling them painfully into your g-spot. the pleasure takes you so off guard you let out a pathetic mewl, bucking your hips in surprise. his free hand comes down on your waist, holding you down into the couch as he fingers your pussy open roughly.
"what was that?" he hums, pushing them impossibly deeper, scraping the rough fabric of his gloves against your walls and making you cry out in a mix of pleasure and pain. "I'm sorry, did you say something?" he said in a sick tone. he was having so much fun, it's not everyday he gets to fuck his victims. most of the time they're too annoying and he finds himself hating their guts personally after hearing the colorful words they call him.
more little moans leave you as he makes scissoring motions, his grip on your waist bruising and making you hiss softly in pain. his fingers are large and taking up all the space inside you, making you feel so full and satisfied. it felt so good, so good that you were sick to your stomach at how much you were enjoying it. you could feel her blood coating your skin, making you gag softly on your moans as he kept going.
soon enough, you bite back your loud moan as your body cums all over his fingers, coating his gloves in your essence. he rubs the sticky fluid between his fingers with a chuckle of amusement, watching as the blood and cum mix together.
“you’re a filthy slut, you know that? ive killed soooo many people,” he starts, humming softly as he pushes the bottom of his robe aside to unbutton his flip, revealing his dark boxers. the large bulge is visible as you peer over your shoulder with a heavy breath.
“separated families,” he continues, talking in an innocent voice as his hands grasp at his cock. his top springs against his lower abdomen, nice and big with a thick base. you gulp nervously. “ruined lives—“ he coo’s sickeningly sweet.
“and now i’m gonna ruin yours.” he grabs your hips, position his tip against your hole. he gives you barely a second to process his words before he slams himself deep inside you, causing you to shriek and press your face down into the couch.
“a-ah~ s-stop.. wrong..” you blabber cluelessly, your brain all soapy and spilling out of your ears. your body felt weak and limp, giving into his touch as he gave a few shallow thrusts, your moans giving him more encouragement.
“wrong?” he mocks, one hand grabbing your hair roughly to pull at it. you shriek at the harsh tug, your head forced back as he starts to rock his hips at a mean pace. “for someone who hates this, you’re awfully wet and compliant.”
you feel his hard denim slap against your butt each time he sends a punishing thrust into your pussy, more moans streaming out of you. your eyes are fluttering shut as he batters your insides, mouth agape with drool forming at the edge. the sight was slutty— a young girl with her dress all ripped up and her skirt lifted getting fucked by halloween enthusiast.
“feels so good,” you hiccup, sniffling your fat tears as your doe eyes tried their best to stay open, squinting through the tears. your breasts bounce and sway, bubble butt jiggling at his thrusting. he wasn’t letting back on you, not at all.
“you want me to make you cum, sweetheart? hmmm? you want these hands that’s stabbed dozens of people to rub that tiny clit of yours?”
“please.” you say in such a pathetic tone that he can’t help but obey, his hand on your hair letting go to reach under you and gently tap your clit, his pace not stopping for a split second.
“this right here?” he pinches. you whimper and nod, shaking. he snickers and rubs figure eights into your bud, the immediate reaction of your body tightening up on him making him hiss sharply.
“jesus fuckin’ christ, girl. tight ass pussy, huh?” he gives your butt a hard smack. you whine at the impact, cock drunk and not processing a single thing anymore. he focuses on making you climax and grabs your hip tightly, holding you still as he starts shoving his cock as deep as it can go.
your noises grow more high pitched, letting him know he was on the right path. he can feel himself grow harder and more stiff, about to be pushed over the edge. incoherent curses and grunts leave him as he tenses up behind you, still rubbing your clit hard as his cock explodes inside you. his cum paints your walls white, groaning as he fucks you harder.
he feels you clamp down and release as well, a loud sigh leaving you as your body goes limp, your ass being held up by him being the only thing not flat against the couch. the second he lets go of your hips, it drops onto the couch. you groan weakly, cum all over your thighs and dripping down onto the couch.
he stares at your ruined form a few seconds, debating on wether he should stab you now and make a run for it. but then he remembers his dna is currently painting your insides and he sighs. he wipes some of the cum off your leg and fingers it back into you, your caught off guard squeal giving him some motivation to keep you alive.
“shut it.” he jabs the last of the cum into you before parting, patting your butt and smoothing your skirt back down. he glances at your purse that was hanging off the side of the couch, thrown off you at some point, and grabs it. he finds your wallet inside and peeks at your id, blinking at your name. he makes sure you’re not looking(you’re too busy being half conscious face down) and takes a quick photo of your address and number as well as your pretty body under him.
pulling away, he makes sure to tell you one last thing. he roughly grabs your hair and yanks it back, awakening you immediately from your daydreams. you shriek and blink terrified at his bloody mask, eyes blinking widely in shock.
“tell anyone about this and i’ll kill your entire family and force you to watch.” he then proceeds to list your entire name and address, making you gape at him like a dumb puppy, clueless on how he had this information.
“y-yes- yes!” you nod, sniffling with your watery eyes. he gives a condescending pat on the cheek before disappearing down the hall as if this never happened. you lay there on the couch confused before hesitantly getting up and shivering as cold air brushes against the back of your ripped dress.
“uhmmmm….. hello..?” you call out awkwardly to the hall. you peek and see him standing over the blondes dead body, about to grab her by her ankles to assumingely drag out the back door. he stops to stare at you wordlessly.
you frown and motion to your ripped dress. his reaction takes a few seconds to happen but he eventually grabs the hoodie off the dead girl and throws it at you aggressively. you jump and catch it, cringing at the blood and stench. you fucked a murderer and now you have to deal with the consequences.
“thanks.” you choke out before running out the back door. he rolls his eyes at you before continuing to drag the dead body out.
it had been a few days since the incident. he had been haunting your thoughts, making you wonder what the hell was wrong with you to let yourself get fucked by a serial killer.
you had decided to search him up and attempt to find out who he was. all you found out was that there were killings in the near by towns that all linked the one name— ghostface.
you sat on your couch with your feet up on your. coffee table, laptop open on your lap with a dozen tabs open. each tab was a different articles about him, some about his killings, other about the mysterious surrounding his identity. no one had a real idea on who he was or what his motive was— only that he was a force to be reckoned with.
your thoughts were interrupted by a familiar name being said on the tv. you look up and your heart drops as you see her blonde hair and bright blue eyes stare at you from across the room. there she was— on the tv, smiling innocently. her full name was below the photo of her sitting with her friends and her age.
rebecca garcia
age 19
found dead behind halloween horror nights amusement park, her body cut up and put in several bags. she was stabbed repeatedly in the stomach before eventually dying by the hands of the local serial killer, ghostface.
your stomach turned inside out as you maintained eye contact with the photo of the happy girl. the news reporter shared how the town would be on high alert the next few weeks, alerting us of keeping our doors locked and keeping your eyes out for any suspicious behavior. the report ended with a god bless apology to families.
the silence that followed after was deafening, your heartbeat being the only thing you could hear. your palms felt too clammy and the couch was too rough, your clothes pricking at your skin and your eyes welling up with tears. everything felt too real and too close.
the sound of your phone ringing broke the silence, making you flinch. you peered over, blinking through the tears as your shaky fingers picked up your phone and brought it to your eyes.
you frowned in confusion at the unknown number, sighing gently before picking it up and bringing it to your ear. before you could open your mouth, the voice of your nightmares spoke.
Kinktober week 5 - Threesome, double penetration and primal
Words: 4.1k
Warnings: NSFW, female reader, fingering, unprotected sex, anal penetration (reader receiving), p in v, no proper prep, nipple play (reader and Michael receiving), biting, petnames, english isn't my first language, probably forgot something
A/n: So life got in the way so this took longer than expected but better late then never.
I'm planning on writing a male and probably also gender neutral version of this which shouldn't take too long but I finished this first and wanted to post.
I'm really not used to writing two characters actually engaging with each other so I hope this turned out fine.
The night was cool, the sound of rain overwhelming you while the fog moved around the realm. You ran, your breath coming in short, ragged gasps as you maneuvered between the trees, your heart pounding in your chest.
Every rustle, every shadow seemed to come alive as you sprinted deeper between the trees. You knew this was a game, a sick, thrilling game that had been crafted just for you by the two predators on your trail. Michael and Danny had already wiped out the other survivors, but they kept you alive. And you knew why.
They loved the chase, the adrenaline, the hunt. And you couldn’t deny that some twisted part of you loved it too. The feeling of being prey, of being stalked by not one, but two deadly killers, had heat pooling in your belly. Your relationship with them was… complicated, to say the least.
You weren’t just some faceless survivor to be eliminated. No, with them, it was different. The three of you had a connection that went beyond the usual hunt, a dark and exciting bond that kept you coming back for more. And tonight was no different. Your breath hitched as you glanced over your shoulder, catching a glimpse of movement in the shadows.
Michael’s figure loomed in the distance, his expressionless mask a stark contrast in the darkness, moving silently through the trees. You could almost feel his gaze on you, like a physical weight pressing against your skin.
And then there was Danny just out of sight, but you knew he was there. He always was, lurking, waiting to strike when you least expected it. A thrill shot through you as you pushed yourself harder, your legs burning as you darted between the trees, your heart hammering in your chest.
You had to keep running, had to stay ahead. But deep down, you knew it was only a matter of time before they caught you. They always did. And part of you couldn’t wait for it.
The sound of footsteps grew louder behind you, the rustle of leaves and the snap of twigs signaling their approach.
You could hear Danny’s familiar voice, taunting, teasing. “You can run, sweetheart, but you know we’ll catch you. It’s only a matter of time.” His words were filled with amusement, like a cat playing with its prey.
A sharp breath escaped you as you stumbled, your body hitting the ground hard. For a moment, everything went still—the forest, the air, even your heartbeat seemed to pause. And then, you felt it. The presence of your hunters closing in.
Before you could scramble to your feet, a shadow fell over you, and a strong hand gripped your arm, pulling you up. Michael. His mask was blank, unreadable, but you could feel the power radiating off of him as he loomed over you, holding you in place with ease.
Danny appeared at your other side, his knife glinting in the low light as he crouched down, his fingers brushing against your cheek. “Caught you,” he purred, his voice thick with satisfaction.
Your heart raced, but it wasn’t fear that made your pulse spike it was something far darker, something more primal. You could feel heat pooling between your legs as they both loomed over you, the rush of being caught setting your nerves alight.
“What do we do with you now, huh?” Danny’s voice was teasing, but the hunger in his voice was obvious as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear.
“You look like you enjoyed the chase, didn’t you?” You couldn’t help the small gasp that escaped your lips as his words sent a shiver down your spine. Michael’s grip tightened on your arm, pulling you even closer to him, his body solid and unmovable against your back.
Danny chuckled, his breath hot against your skin. “I think it’s time for your reward.” By the time they had dragged you to a place better suited for your reward, the tension between the three of you was nearly unbearable.
Michael’s grip on you hadn’t loosened, his hands possessive as they roamed your body, Danny removed his mask his sharp gaze following Michael's every movement, his smirk never fading.
They didn’t speak much, not that Michael ever did, but you could feel the silent understanding between them. Danny was the talker for both of them, his taunts and teases filling the air as they slowly, stripped you down to nothing, their hands roaming over every inch of your skin with a reverence that sent sparks through your body.
“Look at you, all worked up,” Danny muttered, his lips trailing down your neck as he pressed you back against Michael’s chest. “You love this, don’t you? Being the prey. Being hunted.” His voice was thick with amusement, but you could hear the heat beneath it, the barely contained hunger in his words.
You whimpered softly, your body trembling as Michael’s hands slid over your waist, his grip firm, holding you in place as Danny’s mouth moved lower. “You’re gonna look so good between us,” Danny murmured, his teeth grazing your collarbone as his hands wandered lower, his fingers brushing against your thighs in a featherlight caress. “Aren’t you, sweetheart?”
Michael’s grip on your hips stayed strong feeling him holding onto you as Danny took his time savoring every inch of your exposed skin. He let his hands roam over you, leaving trails of heat wherever he touched, teasing you with feather-light caresses that left you squirming between the two of them.
Danny’s fingers brushed over your cheek as he leaned in, voice a low, tantalizing whisper. “You know he’s watching you,” he murmured, letting his thumb graze your lower lip. “Watching every little reaction, just like I am.”
His gaze darted to Michael, who stood like a shadow behind you, unmoving but you could feel him watching everything.
Danny’s eyes shone with a playful light as he shifted, moving close enough to press his lips against Michael’s mask, planting a slow, deliberate kiss against the blank face. The motion was almost mocking, yet oddly tender, as if daring Michael to break his silence.
You could almost see the tension crackling between them, and Michael’s hand slid down to grip Danny’s wrist, forceful but not resisting. You watched, breathless, as Danny chuckled, peeling the mask up just enough to reveal Michael’s mouth.
For a moment, Michael was exposed, his lips parting as Danny leaned in again, capturing them in a hard, possessive kiss. You felt heat coil inside you as they moved against each other, Michael’s hand tightening around Danny’s arm with an unmistakable intensity.
After a few moments, Danny pulled back, his lips curling into a wicked grin. “See, he’s hungry too,” he said, his voice low, almost taunting. “And it looks like you’re the prize for both of us.”
Danny’s mouth returned to you, hot and insistent as he worked his way down your neck, leaving a path of bruises and bites in his wake. His teeth grazed your skin, sharp enough to sting but not break, his tongue following each nip with soothing warmth.
Behind you, Michael’s large hands slid possessively over your waist and hips, his rough fingertips gripping with a force that left you trembling.
Michael’s breath fanned against your neck as his hands moved upward, skimming along your ribs and finally cupping your breasts. His touch was firm, possessive, his fingers brushing your nipples in rough circles that made you gasp.
Without a word, he leaned down, brushing his lips against the nape of your neck. Each kiss he left lingered hotly on your skin, his mouth branding you as his.
Danny’s hands slipped lower, fingers grazing the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. His mouth curved into a wicked smile as you whimpered under his teasing touch. “Look at you, already trembling,” he murmured against your collarbone.
“Can’t decide if it’s from fear or excitement, can you?” His voice was mocking yet dripping with desire as he knelt before you, pulling your legs wider to make room for him.
Michael’s hands slid back down to your hips, steadying you against his broad frame as Danny settled between your thighs. Michael’s height left you caught perfectly between them, his powerful body supporting you from behind while Danny’s lips and hands worked their way lower.
You felt Michael’s hardness pressing against the curve of your backside, a silent reminder of what awaited you, as Danny’s fingers teased and tested you.
Danny’s lips trailed down your body, leaving a burning path across your stomach. His fingers splayed across your thighs, thumbs brushing just close enough to your core to make you ache. “So ready for us,” he whispered, his voice thick with satisfaction as he spread you open.
His eyes flicked up to yours, watching your every reaction as his tongue darted out to tease you. A soft gasp escaped your lips as his fingers pressed against your slick folds, spreading you further.
“You’re already dripping,” Danny teased, his voice dark and mocking. “So desperate for us to ruin you.” His thumb pressed against your clit in slow, deliberate strokes, testing how much you could take.
He circled the sensitive bud with agonizing patience, his fingers slick with your arousal as he finally slid one inside, the stretch making you moan.
Michael’s hands gripped your hips tightly as Danny worked. The firm press of Michael’s chest against your back left you grounded, his presence overwhelming even in silence.
One of his hands moved upward again, fingers brushing your neck before sliding into your hair and gripping it firmly. The tug forced your head back, exposing your throat to him. He leaned down, lips brushing over your pulse before nipping at the skin.
Danny’s smirk widened as he pushed another finger inside you, the stretch exquisite as he began to curl them in slow, deliberate strokes. His free hand gripped your thigh, keeping you in place as he worked you open. “That’s it,” he murmured, his voice low and dark as his fingers thrust into you with increasing intensity. “You’re taking me so well.”
His eyes darted upward, meeting Michael’s over your shoulder. “She’s perfect, isn’t she?” Danny said, his tone laced with smug satisfaction. His pace quickened, fingers plunging deeper as his thumb pressed harder against your clit. The combined sensations left you trembling, your body arching into him as he continued his unrelenting rhythm.
Michael’s grip on your hair tightened, pulling you back against him as he let out a low, approving growl. His free hand slid down to your chest, cupping your breast roughly as his thumb brushed over your hardened nipple.
Danny leaned in closer, his breath hot against your inner thigh. His tongue darted out, flicking against your clit in time with his fingers. You cried out at the sudden burst of sensation, your legs shaking as he pressed deeper. “That’s it,” Danny whispered, his lips brushing against your skin. “Let us hear you.”
Michael’s hand joined Danny’s, his larger fingers brushing against Danny’s as they both worked to stretch you further. The contrast in their touches was maddening, Danny’s quick and teasing, Michael’s deliberate and firm. Together, they pushed you higher, their coordination leaving you helpless between them.
Danny pulled back slightly, his lips wet and glistening as he smirked up at you. “You like that, don’t you?” he taunted, sliding his fingers out just enough to leave you feeling empty before plunging them back in. His pace was relentless, his free hand now gripping your hip to steady you as he curled his fingers just right, hitting a spot that made your breath hitch.
Michael leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear hearing his heavy breathing. His fingers pressed harder against your clit, circling with calculated precision.
Danny’s mouth quickly replaced Michael's fingers, his tongue flicking over your sensitive nub before sucking it between his lips. The combination of their touches left you gasping, your body arching into them as the pleasure built to an unbearable peak.
“Come on,” Danny coaxed, his voice low and commanding as he added another finger. “Let go for us. We’re not even close to done with you.”
You cried out, your body trembling as waves of pleasure crashed over you. Michael’s grip on your hair softened, his hand sliding down to your waist to steady you as Danny slowed his pace, letting you ride out your climax.
When Danny finally pulled his fingers away, he brought them to his mouth, his eyes locking with yours as he licked them clean, savoring every drop.
Michael released his hold on you just enough to guide you down, his hands firm as they moved you to straddle Danny.
Danny exchanged a smirk with Michael, their unspoken understanding clear in the intensity of their gazes.
Michael’s silence spoke volumes as he gripped your hips, his strong hands cold against your heated skin. The warmth of his breath against the back of your neck made your stomach twist with anticipation, a stark contrast to Danny’s bold teasing. The quiet exchange between the two men only intensified the heat pooling in your belly, leaving you trembling with desire.
Danny’s smirk never faltered as he took the lead, his mouth finding yours in a bruising kiss that left you gasping for air. His tongue teased and tangled with yours, possessive and challenging, as his hands roamed over your body.
Behind you, Michael shifted slightly, the hard press of his cock against your ass making your breath hitch. His quiet authority paired perfectly with Danny’s unrestrained hunger, the two of them overwhelming you with their opposing but somehow matching energies.
“You’re ours,” Danny murmured against your lips, his voice a low growl that sent a shiver racing down your spine. “Let’s see how well you can handle us.”
Michael’s hands tightened on your hips as Danny’s slid lower, gripping your thighs as he positioned you over him. His cock pressed hot and firm against your entrance, the sensation enough to make you whimper.
Danny’s lips curled into a satisfied smirk as he guided you down onto him, the head of his cock slipping inside slowly, teasingly.
The stretch was exquisite, his cock thick as he pushed deeper, filling you inch by inch. “That’s it,” Danny groaned, his hands gripping your thighs as he watched your face contort with pleasure. “Take me… every fucking inch.”
Behind you, Michael moved closer, the heat of his body warming your back as he pressed you down onto Danny’s cock. The contrast of their touches, had you trembling between them, completely at their mercy.
“You feel so fucking good,” Danny muttered, his voice thick with lust as he thrust up into you, slow and deliberate. His hands gripped your hips tightly, holding you steady as he began to move, each thrust driving deeper, testing your limits. “So tight, so perfect. God, I could fuck you all day.”
Michael’s deep grunt behind you sent a fresh wave of heat coursing through your veins. Danny paused for a moment, letting you catch your breath. Just as you began to relax, you felt one of Michael’s thick fingers trailing lower, brushing lightly over the tight ring of muscle there.
The sensation made you tense, your breath hitching at the unexpected touch.
“Relax,” Danny murmured, his hands gripping your hips reassuringly as he leaned up to press a soft kiss to your lips. “Let him take care of you.”
Behind you, Michael’s large hands splayed over your ass, steadying you as his finger pressed more insistently against your unprepared entrance. The intrusion was slow, deliberate, and you couldn’t stop the gasp that escaped your lips as the tip of his finger slipped inside. The sensation was strange, new, and your body tensed instinctively against the unfamiliar pressure.
“It’s your first time, isn’t it?” Danny’s voice was a low, teasing purr against your ear, his fingers brushing lightly over your thighs. “Don’t worry. He’ll make sure you’re enjoying it.”
Michael’s finger pushed deeper, the thick digit stretching you inch by inch. The burn was sharp at first, but it was impossible to ignore the way your body responded, the slight twinge of discomfort giving way to an unfamiliar pleasure.
You squirmed beneath him, torn between nervous anticipation and the growing heat building low in your belly.
“You’re so tight here,” Danny murmured, his gaze dark and hungry as he watched your face. “Fuck, I can already tell how good you’re going to feel for him.”
Michael didn’t speak, but the way his finger moved—slowly curling, testing, coaxing you to relax—said everything. Another finger joined the first, the stretch making you whimper softly as your hands gripped Danny’s chest for support.
Your breaths came in short gasps, a mixture of nerves and arousal as your body adjusted to the unfamiliar sensation.
“You’re doing so well,” Danny praised, his fingers sliding up to tease your nipples, sending sparks of pleasure through you. “Just let him open you up… you’ll love it.”
Michael’s fingers worked deeper, the steady, relentless pressure making your body shudder as he prepared you for what was to come. Despite the initial apprehension, you found yourself relaxing into his touch, the heat pooling between your legs overwhelming your hesitation.
The stretch was intense, but the raw, almost primal pleasure that accompanied it had you trembling in his grasp.
When Michael finally withdrew his fingers, you couldn’t suppress the whimper that escaped your lips, your body clenching at the loss. But there was no time to dwell on the emptiness. The blunt head of his cock pressed firmly against your entrance, the sheer size of him making you gasp. The pressure mounted as he pushed forward, inch by inch, the stretch, unlike anything you’d ever felt before.
Danny’s hands gripped your hips tighter, his lips brushing against your temple as he whispered, “Breathe, sweetheart. You’re doing so good for us.”
The thick head of Michael’s cock finally breached you, the sensation sharp and overwhelming as your body struggled to accommodate him. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, but the low, guttural groan that rumbled from Michael’s chest sent a thrill through you, the sound of his pleasure drowning out the lingering discomfort.
“Fuck, she’s perfect,” Danny murmured, his hands sliding over your thighs as he guided you down onto his cock, filling you completely once again. “Taking us both so well.”
Michael’s deep, steady thrusts began slowly, the purposeful pace giving you time to adjust to the stretch. The burn eased with each movement, replaced by a growing, heady pleasure that made your body tremble. You could feel every inch of him, the thick length of his cock driving into you with an intensity that left you gasping for air.
The feeling of them both inside you at once was almost too much to bear. Danny’s cock filled you completely, his pace quickening as Michael stretched you even more, the two of them moving together with a rhythm that left you utterly wrecked. Michael’s hands gripped your hips with bruising force, his silent dominance a stark contrast to Danny’s teasing words and frantic movements.
“Look at you,” Danny groaned, his voice thick with arousal as he watched your every reaction. “Taking us both like you were made for this.” His hips bucked up to meet Michael’s thrusts, the combined sensation sending waves of pleasure crashing through you.
Michael leaned down, his breath hot against your ear as he drove into you with unrelenting force. The sheer power of his movements left you trembling, your body stretched and filled completely, every nerve ending alive with pleasure.
“You’re ours now,” Danny murmured, his voice a dark, possessive growl. “And we’re not letting you go.”
Michael’s silence only made his movements more commanding, his cock driving into you with precision, hitting that perfect spot inside you with every thrust. His grip on your hips never faltered, his strong hands keeping you exactly where he wanted you as he pushed you closer to the edge.
Danny leaned up, his lips finding your neck as he nipped and sucked at the sensitive skin, leaving marks in his wake. “You’re gonna come for us, aren’t you?” he whispered against your ear, his voice a low purr. “I can feel it… you’re so fucking close.”
Your moans filled the air as they both fucked you, their cocks stretching and filling you in perfect unison. The pressure inside you built with every thrust, your body trembling as they drove you higher and higher, their movements relentless.
Michael’s hands slid up your body, one of them tangling in your hair as he pulled your head back, exposing your neck to him. His breath was hot against your skin as he pressed his lips to your throat, the faintest growl escaping him as he marked you with a sharp bite.
Danny’s wicked grin widened as he watched Michael’s rare display of possessiveness. “Even he can’t resist you,” Danny teased, his voice full of amusement as he thrust up into you harder, drawing a loud moan from your lips. “You’ve got us both completely fucking hooked.”
Danny’s cock slammed into you with unrelenting force, his fingers digging into your thighs as he chased his own release, while Michael’s powerful thrusts sent shockwaves of pleasure through you with each movement.
Your body was trembling, the pressure building inside you, threatening to spill over as they both pushed you closer to the edge. Michael’s thrusts grew harder, his grip on your hips bruising as he drove into you with monstrous intensity, while Danny’s teasing fingers played with your nipples, heightening every sensation.
And then, without warning, Danny’s hand slid up to Michael’s chest, his fingers brushing lightly over his nipples, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he toyed with the silent killer. Michael didn’t react at first, but the way his hips faltered for a split second told you everything you needed to know.
Danny chuckled low, his fingers twisting Michael’s nipples, drawing a low, barely audible grunt from the man behind you.
“So even Michael’s sensitive here,” Danny teased, his voice laced with amusement as he continued to play with Michael’s chest, his fingers flicking and pinching the sensitive nubs. “I knew it… even the big guy has his weak spots.”
Michael’s thrusts grew more erratic, his breath coming in heavier pants as Danny continued to tease him, his hips slamming into you harder as he tried to maintain control. But Danny’s playful touch was relentless, his fingers working Michael’s nipples in time with his own thrusts, making you both shudder with pleasure.
The sight of Danny teasing Michael sent a fresh wave of heat through you, your body trembling as the tension built to an unbearable level. You were so close—right on the edge—and you could feel Danny grinning beneath you, sensing how close you were to falling apart.
“Come on, sweetheart,” Danny murmured, his voice low and rough as his hand slid back down to your hips, gripping you tightly. “Let go. Let us hear you scream.”
The pressure inside you finally snapped, and you came hard, your body trembling violently between them as waves of pleasure crashed over you. Your walls clenched around their cocks, drawing low groans from both of them as they continued to fuck you through your orgasm, their combined thrusts driving you to heights you didn’t think were possible.
Michael’s grip on your hips tightened as he followed you over the edge, a deep, guttural grunt escaping him as he buried himself deep inside you, his release spilling into you in hot, thick pulses. Danny wasn’t far behind, his hips bucking up into you one final time as he came with a low, drawn-out moan, his cock twitching inside you as he filled you completely.
For a moment, the three of you were still, your bodies tangled together in a heated, breathless mess. The only sound was your ragged breathing the intensity of your orgasm leaving you entirely spent.
Danny was the first to break the silence, his lips curling into a satisfied smirk as he brushed his hand against the bitemark on your neck. “You look so fucking good like this,” he murmured, his voice low and teasing. “Completely wrecked and perfect.”
Michael didn’t say anything, but the way his hands remained firmly on your hips, holding you in place even as he softened inside you, spoke volumes.
Danny chuckled softly, his hands sliding over your waist as he shifted beneath you, his cock still buried inside you. “Think she can handle another round?” he asked, his voice full of mischief as he glanced up at Michael.
Michael’s grip tightened slightly, his silent response enough to make Danny laugh. “Guess that’s a yes,” Danny said, his lips finding yours in a heated kiss. “Better get ready, sweetheart. We’re not done with you yet.”
warnings/tags: nsfw, dark content, dub-con, knifeplay, fuck-or-die
work count: 3k
You tried your hardest to fend off the grabby hands reaching for you. Pushing, kicking, and snarling at the masked man before you, hoping to deter him from his plans. Your shoving grew more determined, and you were successful in putting space between you. But each time a bit of distance was made he was closing it easier than it took for you to do the opposite.
Based on how easy it was for him, you wondered why he was entertaining and tricking you into thinking you could stop what was in motion. Why was he dragging this out knowing he had you bested? Despite your efforts being in vain, you still tried to escape. A part of you loudly protested your defeat, not allowing the creeping fear to set in.
It was a dance of messy movements and tangled limbs as you attempted to yank your arm from his vise-like grip. You felt his gloved hold loosen just a bit, sparking your drive. Your other hand joined the fight prying his fingers off you and when his hold snapped you wasted no time after finally being free of his grasp since the moment he attacked. Adrenaline pumped through your veins as you stumbled away before righting yourself as you fled your room.
“Fuck!”
You heard the shout of your stalker as heavy footsteps joined the pursuit. You fought the urge to turn around to see how close he was. It was now or never and the door to safety was just in sight. You had to make it. Your legs pushed harder, helping you reach the door. Immediately you tugged on the knob, trying to rip the door open. Realizing your mistake, you hurriedly unlocked the top and bottom locks with shaky hands. The door slammed open and the cool night breeze welcomed you as your feet touched the porch. Your victory was short-lived as the gloved hands tugged on your shirt, pulling you back until you hit his chest. An offending scream built up in the back of your throat. Your last plea for assistance.
“Hel-” Your plea was cut short as he pressed a knife into your throat. The serrated edge fixed into place to silence you forever with just a quick pull of his hand. Your mouth remained open but no sound came out as you swallowed your words. He pulled you over the threshold before firmly shutting and locking the door while his knife kept you in line. The jagged edge pressed into your throat uncomfortably as you gulped struggling to swallow the despair that almost choked you. Controlled breaths left your parted lips as you willed yourself to be calm.
He forced you around, and the gaping mask mirrored your expression as you remained statuesque before him. The blade remained pressed to your skin despite your resilience being blown out like a candle. “You almost got away.” He chuckled tilting his head as he examined you. “Who knew you had that much fight in you?” His mirth showed through the mask as he observed you longer than necessary, dragging out your defeat. “Where is it now?”
Leather creaked as he readjusted his hold on the handle. Then white noise ensued. The fear you desperately fought off slowly crept in. Its hands encompassed you and plagued your mind with nothing but thoughts of your demise.
“What happened to all that fight?” He asked in a sardonic tone, taunting and baiting. “Don’t tell me you’re giving up already.” His tongue clicked in disapproval and his hold tightened that much more when you didn’t reply. “What— cat got your tongue?”
The knife was glued to your throat while his free hand gripped the back of your hair, yanking your head back. You had no choice but to remain still to keep the sharp blade at bay. Your eyes met his hollow sockets pleadingly.
“Do you hear me talking to you?”
Irritation bubbled under his skin at your lack of response, but what could you say? There was nothing you could say or do that would make him take back his actions.
He pushed the knife into your skin, pricking your flesh in the process. The sharp sting of your fresh wound had you racing to cradle your wound only to be met with more anger.
“Put your hand down.” He snapped and your body listened. “So you do hear me” He stated. “If I were you I would start talking.” With his threat, he nicked you again. This time he dragged his knife along your chest, allowing the blade to cut through like butter.
Your eyes watered and you bit back a whimper at the stinging pain that erupted. “I’m sorry,” you pleaded. “You-you don’t have to do this. I promise I won’t say anything.”
The man let out a humorous chuckle. “I know I don’t have to, but I want to.” He dragged the knife along your chest in a teasing manner, hovering over your heart. So close to sealing your fate.
With a cloying amount of fear and desperation, you resorted to groveling. “Please don’t kill me. I’ll do anything,” you begged. His reputation and the gruesome crime scenes attached to his name flooded your mind. The vicious stab wounds and the picture left as a token scared you the most and you willed for that not to be your fate. But if he was already here, how far was he willing to go?
Your heart thundered in your chest as you waited for a reply, hoping he’d bite.
Instead, his grip tightened, and suspicion seeped into his voice. “Like what?”
“Whatever you want.” You added, staring into his mask. He tilted his head, loosening his grip, giving you an inch to go further. With false confidence you skated your hand down his torso, stopping at his waistband. Your heart pounded in your throat as you dropped to your knees, wiping your hands off on your thighs before getting into character.
Your eyes stayed on his as you undid his pants, and his focus didn’t waver. You hoped for him to give you an out but he was silent as he watched you dig yourself a deeper hole. His knife remained dormant in his hand as a silent reminder, telling you there was no turning back.
With no sense of urgency, you pulled his dick out, finding it semi-hardened. Your mind went into overdrive of meeting his expectations as you wrapped your hand around him. With faux confidence, you held his gaze as you stroked his awakening length. Every part of you hoped you didn’t look any bit of the nervous wreck you felt like as you dragged your tongue along his length, slowly building your momentum. Your hand continued rubbing him, feeling his heavy cock as you appeased him.
You took him into your mouth, catching his eye as your cheeks hollowed around him. With your mouth full, you swallowed and sucked. His cock hardened against your tongue filling your mouth more as his body responded to your touch. Saliva welled in your mouth coating his length. The mask stared down at you as you throated his cock, forcing your mouth wider. He released a throaty groan, and his thumb grazed your bottom lip before dropping to your chin to spread your mouth wider to take him before his hand settled at the back of your head.
“Relax your throat.”
That was the only warning he gave as he pushed the rest of his length into your mouth. His tip reached the back of your throat, leaking arousal for you to swallow down. Your eyes watered as you willed your throat to keep up with his pace, moving along with his thrusts. Your mouth spread open as he thrust into your cavern groaning obscenities.
“Fuck.. just like that,” he praised as his hand gripped your hair tighter to push you down more. His approval eased the heart-wrenching anxiety you felt, hoping you were doing enough to save yourself.
He was close. His hips thrust against your face as you obediently kept your mouth open gazing upon him. Your hands settled on his thighs for purchase and he stiffened beneath your touch, slowing the pace of his movements. Without thinking your hands traveled to his cock, stroking the base of him while your other hand massaged his sack.
His eyes rolled into his head. His grip faltering as you sucked around him harder, taking control as he relinquished his reign, watching in bewilderment at the sight before him. His stomach tightened and he felt unsteady on his feet as you sucked him dry, prying nut from his twitching cock. You swallowed every drop not ceasing your sucking until he was done spewing into your mouth. Then you pulled back, your mouth messy as his drenched cock left your tongue, leaving him breathless. Your glossy doe eyes gazed at him and he closely watched the strands of spit parting from your lips, too caught up in the intricate details before him, and nearly forgetting the circumstances.
Once he snapped himself from his delusions he reared on you, pulling you to your feet none too gently. “What are you playing at?” He snapped.
The fear came creeping back. “What- what are you talking about?” You questioned as his grip on your arm tightened uncomfortably. Confusion etched onto your face as you analyzed your actions that triggered him.
“Don’t forget I can still kill you.” He harshly reminded, tugging you around. “The only reason you’re still breathing is because I allowed it.”
You shook your head in acknowledgment. “I’m sorry.” You apologized not knowing what you were asking forgiveness for but that didn’t abate his bad mood. He pushed you to the couch not caring that you stumbled before the cushions caught you.
He looked down at you. The knife was still in his grip like he rethought his decision to spare you. You watched him as tension filled the space hoping he wouldn’t attack as you scooted back.
“Take off your clothes.” He commanded. The bit of gentleness he showed earlier was completely gone. Did you misread him? You swallowed heavily, pulling your shorts off leaving you bare. You went to remove your shirt before he stopped you. He advanced closer, spreading your legs for his eyes. He caught the shimmering gleam of arousal between your lips and the fullness of your clit.
His cock throbbed in his pants, waiting to be inside you. He touched between your legs startling you as he spread your lips apart. Your wet hole on display to his prying hands. His gloved thumb ignored your winking opening and went to your clit rubbing the throbbing bud. “You’re disgusting.” He insulted, making you flinch. “Spreading your legs for a killer that planned to harm you. Yet you’re leaking all over yourself,” he continued applying more pressure to your clit.
Shame ate at you, but it did nothing to tamper the desire flooding your cunt. You averted your eyes, but his voice called you back. “Don’t look away now. You asked for this didn’t you?” When you didn’t respond right away. He gripped your jaw forcing you to watch him as you fingered your cunt and despite yourself you clenched around his digits, fueling the fire in his eyes. “You’re getting off on this.” He admonished like his cock wasn’t stiff and twitching alongside you while your cunt squelched around his fingers and your desire smeared on your thighs.
Before you could stop yourself you were questioning his actions, “Why are you being so mean?” You hated the way your voice faltered showing how he was affecting you.
He chuckled, embarrassing you further. “Because I can, and no matter how mean I get. You’re still gonna give me this pussy.” With each word, he invaded more of your space and shoved his fingers deeper in your cunt allowing his palm to caress your swollen clit. “Look at how wet you are.” He added, removing his fingers to showcase your arousal catching the light before bringing them to your lips. He looked at you expectantly until your mouth dropped open to taste your musky arousal. He watched with a heated intensity, pushing his fingers deeper into your throat and you made no move to object.
Then he was pulling you onto his lap. Your cunt now astride his crotch as he spread your legs. With little maneuvering he freed his cock and your eyes lowered, catching his hand stroking his erection before you averted your eyes and you knew he was smirking at you. In a silent demand, he tapped your thigh and you knew what came next.
You looked down. His size was intimidating between your legs. Still, you raised your hips and aligned his cock to your cunt, dragging his length between your folds to moisten his entry. His head grazed your hole, nudging to be inside you. You lowered yourself. His cock nestling inside as your hips eased him into your core. Your thighs trembled at the size of him. Your cunt clamping down wanting to push him out which was impossible due to the position and you knew this was what he wanted. To be buried inside you without interference. You gritted your teeth, bracing yourself on his shoulders. Your hands twisting in the fabric of his cloak as he gained more access to your body.
Your stomach tightened once he was buried to the hilt and you couldn’t help your curiosity. Your eyes dropped between your legs, seeing how his entire cock was sheathed inside you. Your lower half firmly pressed into his and the resounding ache was felt in your gut at being filled so thoroughly. Despite everything your clit buzzed with need, craving friction from being pressed so close to his body.
But you couldn’t move. You were frozen as you adjusted to the sensations flooding you; much to his displeasure. His knife lay forgotten along the cushions as his hands found purchase on your hips. Tightening along your flesh before he lifted you along his cock, dropping you back down as he made you ride his throbbing length. Your head fell forward, wanting to hide from the gaze that picked you apart.
“Am I gonna do all the work?” He snarked, harshly fucking into you. His grip left indents in your flesh as you willed your body to follow suit. The intensity licked at your skin as you gathered your wits and adjusted your position, placing your hands atop his as you rocked along with his movements. You bit back whimpers. The noises clawing to be released as he fucked you open and battered against your spot. As you moved with his thrusts, reminding him that you were willing to be spared. His domineering presence lessened giving you the power you didn’t want.
You bounced along his cock, hearing the slick sounds of your cunt gliding along him. Your hands found solace around his neck as your insides were battered. His tip brushed against your spot with each descent leaving you shuddering in his hold. His hands continuously gripped your flesh squeezing at your hips and dragging you in closer as you pleasured him. The only sign that you were doing what he liked as you fucked yourself onto him. Then his arms latched around your waist since he was unable to help himself as he met your thrusts in tandem. Your ass bouncing on his lap as fluids coated your thighs.
“I can’t wait to fill you up,” he groaned. His impending release looming closer and closer. He was grateful for the mask covering his blissful face. His eyes fluttered from the feel of your drenched pussy taking him in more and more and constricting around his girth. He was deep inside with nowhere else to venture and you rocked against him enticing him to touch you more. To keep you spread open for him a bit longer.
He thumbed your glossy clit, wet from your combined actions, and the moan that left you had his cock hardening further as he watched you focus solely on his pleasure, but he could see the evidence on your face. He watched intently as he massaged your bud and you rocked against him, grinding along his length, allowing him to stay deeply seated.
The buzzing in your body intensified and you felt your release approaching which you attempted to ignore which he made impossible. His hands were everywhere, groping and teasing your clit as he filled you deeper than ever. Your stomach tightened and his cock welled inside you, begging to flood your cunt.
You were impossibly close to him and his hold ensured you couldn’t move away. His thrusts quickened. His hips rising to meet yours as he rutted into you. His hands gripped your ass, using his hold to spread and hold you onto his cock. Your body shivered above his, hips grinding onto him as his climax neared. He soothed your aching clit, strumming it as he focused on the fluttering of your walls. Unable to hold back his groans as your pussy encased him with so much warmth and fulfillment.
He held your waist down as he felt the build of his release and his fingers continued moving along your clit. His cock tremored within you, spurting ropes of white inside. Your hips continued rocking against his, milking every drop from him before your body quaked for him. Shudders wracked your frame as you rode it out and his hands continued teasing you. In a show of weakness, you leaned forward, resting upon him as your walls clamped and spasmed around him.
Finally, he removed his hand and allowed you to come down. Your thighs were slick and you could feel the mix of fluids plugged inside you.
He settled you onto your back. His cock still hard and moist from your joint release. As if he were taunting you, he knocked your knees apart, aligning his cock to your pliant hole and pressing himself inside. Your eyes shut due to the intensity of being filled so deeply again while his mind focused on the warm sheath surrounding his cock as he wished for the feeling to remain. His hands clamped onto your hips unable to withstand the bit of space that separated you as he plowed into your pussy.
His actions were more urgent and hungry as he took you apart, shoving inside you with no mercy. You couldn’t refrain from whining with each deep thrust as your back arched and toes curled and he was delighted to have you beneath him. His hand wrapped around your neck, applying light pressure until your eyes met his hollow sockets. You could feel the depravity wafting off him as he smirked at you.
switch!danny, switch!reader, sub!jake park | post!entity & pre!entity, toxic behaviors, descriptions of violence/gore, talk of murder,stalking, oral f!receiving, p in v, unprotected sex, fwb!jake park x reader, slight Leon Kennedy x reader, voyeurism, sub!Danny and Dom!reader mostly, riding, stabbing 9k words
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danny was sure he would never become obsessed and in love with a victim, well obsessed yes but only for a few weeks before finally going for the kill once he felt like it was right, and keeping a news clipping that jed wrote and his own photos that danny took in a box in his apartment.
that was until you, working at a hardware store he often shopped at, well stole from most of the time and bought things that wouldn’t make him look suspicious for just walking around and not buying anything.
danny had been there plenty of times without seeing you and knew you had to have been new when he passed an aisle and saw you putting back screwdrivers and nail bits that some kids had most likely taken and put somewhere else. Danny knew, the hair on the back of his neck stood up and he got goosebumps all over his arms, the feeling he got when he found the perfect victim sparked in him when he caught sight of you.
observing you as you did your job, not paying any attention to what was around you just trying to do your job right since you were in that beginning stage of the job. Danny took in how cute you looked while focusing on the task at hand, in the red apron that was basically the only uniform required, and jeans that hugged you in the right places along with a simple grey shirt.
you looked so sweet, innocent, submissive and just him thinking this had him wondering when the last time he got laid was, danny normally didn't feel any sexual attraction to any upcoming or already victims but this time was different, the spark felt different.
something new, something different, and of course he’d have other people to mark off his mental list while he entertained this new spark.
You sighed, putting the nail bits onto the metal rack. Roseville was a new start for you, a way to better yourself and get away from things that were tearing you down even though this place wasn't much different from where you came from, your sister begged you not to move to Roseville Florida, that there was “so much” for you in Pennsylvania which was straight bullshit because if anything that was the place that had so much shit happen to you and it wasn't anything good. You wanted to be somewhere sunny even though you weren't a big fan of heat but you would manage. you could see yourself on the beach wearing big sunglasses with a huge sun hat while wearing your favorite swimsuit, sitting on a towel with an umbrella dug into the sand to hold it while you read a book or magazine.
That's what you thought it would be, you, unfortunately, were semi-wrong. Yes, you could go to the beach, one that was small and dirty with broken glass and needles sticking up from- you weren't even sure if it was sand, it looked more like dirt. Of course, you moved to where the beach was ass, it was just outside of Roseville and you thought it would be great but were so disappointed when you saw it then you drove back to another shitty town, just one you didn't know so well.
You got a small house that you could afford, it came with a backyard that led into a creepy wooded area and a loud-ass neighbor that played music around 4 am every morning which never failed to wake you up, and sometimes you could fall back to sleep but most of the time not. Once you got your phone set up your sister called nonstop, every day asking you “what's it like in Florida?” “do you like it there?” “you can always come back here” which you normally just replied with “mhm yeah it's cool” and, “ill think about it” and of course you never did.
Luckily while you were looking at new doorknobs you saw the now hiring sign, you were broke with no job so why not apply? When you walked up to the front the manager looked tired, completely worn out, he saw you walking up and his eyes almost bulged out of his head. Once you asked for an application he basically shoved it in your hands and said there was an office in the back where you could fill it out right away. You just smiled and nodded, then he showed you to the office.
Sitting down and filling it out was easy, you finished it in a matter of minutes, when you left the office the manager had a red apron in hand and basically snatched the papers out of your hand and looked over them quickly then you were handed the red apron and were told you were hired and you started Monday.
You liked the new job, it wasn't as bad as you thought it would be though you were put on the night shift after your training which was weird because it was the only shift that didn't have three or more people scheduled. It was just you and Aaron, he was sweet and showed you where everything was but there was one thing that he said that stuck with you.
“I'm really surprised you accepted the night shift so easily” Aaron laughed, sliding a box cutter through the tape on a cardboard box, you both were standing around a register restocking the candy that sat on little shelves beside it.
You smiled, “what do you mean?” you asked, bending at the waist and resting on your elbows.
“You know, all the shit that's been happening recently” he answered with a sigh, you furrowed your brows.
“Wait what's going on? What happened?” you asked.
Aaron looked at you, trying to tell if you were just playing stupid but then looked around to see if anyone was around.
“The Ghostface murders, they’ve been happening for months, don't tell me you moved here and didn't know” he whispered. So that’s why you were thrown on the night shift and were given pity looks when seeing other coworkers leaving their shift. Of course, you moved to a place where active murders were happening, not only that but it was a smallish town.
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You got the feeling of being watched. you took a deep breath and looked around, nothing, there was no one around. You shook your head before going back to work, it must have been from how tired you were, you had gotten maybe a few hours of sleep when you came home before your neighbor's music was blaring and your dog started barking then you tried to go back to sleep once they finally turned it off but by that time your sister had called then before you knew it was two hours before you got off the phone, then the time you had to take a nap before your shift was ruining by you needing to run to the grocery store.
Just a few more hours left, it was already 2 am and you got off a 5 am then you could go home and to your warm comfy bed. Getting up from your crouching position and walking to the register, trying to shake the sleepiness. The way your days and nights have been turned around just starting about a week ago, you think you adjusted to it well, but now there was a new sudden nervous feeling ever since Aaron told you about Ghostface.
It was quiet, you haven't seen anyone for hours which was not uncommon since people were afraid to come out at night and would rather wait in their “safe” homes but maybe being out and about would be people's best bet, since what you’ve read about the Ghostface was that he tended to favor in-home kills and it seemed like no matter how “safe” the home was he always got in, you read about a guy that had three dogs in his house and Ghostface still got in. it was just like any other Ghostface kill, the picture at the scene with him and the victim, but the article said that the three dogs were laying in their crates with a bone and a picture of him with each dog, only something someone with a sense of humor would do, it would slap everyone that thought they were safe with guard dogs.
when you read the article you looked at your little pug, him laying in his bed on his back with his paws up in the air and loud snores coming from him. you know winnie was no guard dog, maybe a cute distraction but definitely not a guard dog.
You looked around, not seeing anyone of course, then snaked your hand to the candy bars. You grabbed ahold of one and quickly brought it to you, unwrapping it and then eating the creamy chocolate. The night was going by so slowly, dealing with rude customers at the beginning of your shift made you yearn to go home but thankfully tomorrow was your day off.
Danny was contemplating checking out or just waiting till you left, he quickly grabbed something, not even looking at what it was, he decided on checking out so he could talk to you plus he needed to move his car.
You threw the wrapper away and listened to the music that was playing, some weird country song that you've never heard of. You stared at the door before turning your head when you hear footsteps.
Danny walked up, putting on his greeting face and handing you the pack of small lightbulbs. You smiled and scanned it, “did you find everything you were looking for?” you asked, glancing up at him and then back to the register. Danny reached in his pocket for his wallet.
“Yeah, yeah, took a while though, big store.” danny lied, he looked around and gestured to the aisles. You nodded with a smile, the store was huge, you still got lost in the back and around the gardening section.
“I know right? the total is 4.79, i still get lost and I've been working for a week but i do give myself the benefit of the doubt since i just moved here” you laughed, danny studied your facial expressions, something he would write down in his little notebook in his glove box, his brain screamed about how lucky you were, getting a whole page in a notebook when normally it was a few sticky notes but a part of him scream back; yelling that this wasnt going to be like normal, not yet at least.
Danny watched you swipe your fingertips on the balm they had beside the register before grabbing the plastic back and opening it with ease, thanks to the balm, and putting the bulbs into the grey bag. Danny handed you the money, easily able to graze your fingers without you noticing it a weird way then smiling as you handed him the bag after putting the money into the register.
You bid him a pleasant night before getting a paper towel and wiping the balm off your hands.
Danny made it to his car quickly, the nerves in his stomach mellowed as he already knew a perfect place to hide out, a place he already had picked out for months now. Danny tugged off the fake glasses into his passenger seat and the brown leather jacket was now tossed into the back seat then put on a black hoodie. The Ghostface attire sat neatly in a black bag underneath his passenger seat, reaching back to feel the fabric was comforting, so comforting.
Soon after writing things down with a blue chewed-up ball point pen, his mind went to the light bulbs, a waste of fucking money since they didn't fit anything he had, the price he had to pay for acting on a whim.
You walked out hours later, your coworker showing up a bit late but you still had a smile on your face. Danny had already scribbled down your license plate and car model, you carried a jacket and a donut that your coworker brought you. Danny turned the page.
car handle gets stuck easily. push up and pull hard.
Chocolate donut. Do you even like chocolate or are you just eating it to be nice?
Looking up from his notebook and he watched you toss the rest of the donut out your window and start your car. Danny circled “just eating it to be nice” with a silent laugh. Danny tossed his notepad to the side when he noticed your car started to move.
Following you home, a feeling that felt far too familiar for him.
he watched your day to day life.
wakes up around 10 am on days off
wakes up around 5 am on work days if the neighbors dont wake her around 4
goes in at 6 am when working mornings
goes in at 12 am when working nights
stays in on fridays and goes shopping on sundays
this felt normal to him, observing was something he was good at and something he knew how to do with ease, not missing a single thing. something was weird though, he would constantly get the feeling of being watched and hearing voices, whispers about that it was almost time, time for what? it made him beyond confused and at first he thought it was you somehow sneaking into his subconscious, manifesting that “jed” would be your prince in shining armor in this shit town but as it went on he knew it was something else, it talked in words, only using one or two words at a time.
fog
almost time
feasting
fear
violence
eternity
you pick
danny started to think he was going crazy, he tried to piece it together but nothing made sense.
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“come here a lot don’t you?” you quipped, sneaking up on jed.
danny turned his head, he smiled at you. he wouldn’t come as often if it wasn’t for you, he didn’t really want to spend his free time in a hardware store but he needed to watch you more.
he laughed softly, “yeah, gotta have little projects to do when you're in a shitty small town” he lied straight through his teeth, he didn’t have time for projects not when he had his hobby.
”i'm starting to realize that” you sighed. jed nodded, he was about to say something but you cut off his thoughts.
“the only the thing around here is true crime and coffee shops” you groaned and tilted your head.
“alright now, dont hate on the coffee shops, I need them to survive for my job, i like being able to switch it up sometimes” danny lied, he hated it. he had given jed a coffee order different than his own, making jed his own person meant something to him. jed made it known he only liked sweet coffee, any coffee he got he would dump out and wait till he could get his hands on just some black coffee.
“i haven't even been in one of them, they seem expensive” you said bashfully. jed nodded and agree, he had learned that when he first moved here and kept the cup with the order tag on and rinsed it out and kept it to bring to work then would hide it in his desk and get his mug he actually drank out of and put coffee in it. the only time he actually bought it now was when he was with another coworker and had to try to get the coffee down his throat while looking like he liked it.
“expensive but worth it, I'd recommend it if you really like coffee but if you don't there is a nice little place down the road that has amazing tea that's very affordable,” he said with a smile
your eyes lit up, you liked tea, he knew that but why the fuck was he giving you genuine advice? he didn’t care if you knew where to get good tea, honestly it would just be a change in your routine for him.
“thank you i'll have to check that out after work, god, i- should get back to work” you mumble, you checked your watch then looked over at the cash register.
people were lined up waiting.
”sorry for getting you distracted” jed apologized, danny wanted to smirk.
“don't apologize, guess its my fault for wanting to make friends- not many people are friendly around here” you said mindlessly.
jed laughed and nodded, agreeing once more.
“they like to keep to themselves, especially since the ghostface murders” he said trying to see your reaction, you furrowed your brows and nodded, maybe you wished ghostface never existed.
jed nudged you, “better get up there, they look like they'll attack the next person that walks by if they wait any longer” he jokes which made you laugh but also caused a pit in your stomach knowing you'd be chewed out for taking so long.
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days passed and you hadn’t seen jed around at all, even going into one of the coffee shops after work. you felt a little stupid, you thought you two could’ve been friends.
you were about to get off your shift, it was incredibly slow.
aaron came an relieved you and basically shoved you out the door, saying you work too much. you had taken off the next day since you needed to get ready for your sister coming over.
danny watched you basically be pushed out the door, he had been observing…on his days off. he put his car into gear and got ready to follow you.
he never felt like this, he knew something was wrong when late at night while tangled in his sheets and when his hand slowly sneaks into his boxers all he thought about was you. something was wrong.
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“God, Winnie shut up” you muttered, Winnie's barking never eased, he stood at the backdoor, barking harshly. You groaned loudly as you tossed the magazine you were looking at onto the space beside you. You got up as annoyance took over you, grabbing your robe and putting it on quickly.
“M’coming m’coming, damn” you groaned as the barking continued. Slipping on your shoes and stomping to the back door.
Winnie ran as soon as you opened the back door, you walked out onto the porch as Winnie ran to the line of trees and just stood there. It was a lot foggier than you remember, it hadn't been too long since you let Winnie out to pee, how did it get so foggy so fast? Winnie’s barking had stopped and now you could hear a soft whine as he just sat there looking out into the forest.
“Winnie baby cmon, come back inside” you called out, he didn’t listen, not one bit. You called his name a few more times before seeing fog roll in from the forest, what the fuck?
You walked off the porch and Winnie finally turned and ran towards the house, whimpering and whining, you looked back as Winnie stood on the porch. Turning your attention towards the fog as it crept closer and closer.
It felt impossible to move as the fog started to engulf you, your breathing quickened as you started to panic. It felt like quicksand, your chest was tight as it made its way up. Your vision started to fade and your hearing muffled.
ghostface watched as the whole thing unfolded, the voice telling him to follow and that he had chosen. he came out from where he was hiding, danny turned to look at winnie whining by the door.
a sigh came from him as he walked to the door, and opened it.
he filled a few bowls with water and refilled his food bowl. danny knew your sister was coming to visit in three days so winnie should be fine.
danny wrote a letter and stuck it on the counter, a simple ‘please look after winnie ill be gone for a few days- love, y/n’
danny walked out the backdoor. the fog was heavy, inviting to say the least, it made danny feel good. he stretched his neck before walking towards it, it called out to him beckoning him to come.
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Your back ached as you became aware of the hardness of the ground, a breeze hit you, a breeze you hadn't felt in a long time since moving to Roseville, even during the winter months. Your eyes fluttered open then your stomach dropped.
Where the fuck were you? You could hear faint voices, you sat up on your elbows and looked around, there were people sitting around a campfire then woods all around you.
the throbbing in your head was more noticeable now, looking away from the people and down to your clothes. you were still in your pajamas, red and black plaid pajama bottoms, and a black spaghetti strap along with your thin black robe and moccasins.
You swallowed thickly, noticing the bag that was beside you. You stood up slowly, taking your time to get up as your bones cracked from being in the position on the ground for so long. You looked back at the people gathered around the campfire, there were tents not too far from them.
Picking up the bag and starting to walk toward them, your mind scrambled and your eyes felt like they would never stop tearing up.
It wasn't long before someone spotted you, a reddish brunette came running to you, meeting you halfway to the fire.
“Where am i?” you muttered, looking at her as she took the bag off your shoulder, her look softened and gave a comforting rub on your shoulder.
“We’ll explain the best we can,” she said, her tone sad and body tensing in a way that made her look nervous. She sighed as she fixed your bag on her shoulder, then moved her head towards the fire and her hand moved to your upper back.
“I’m meg, what's your name?” she asked, walking you to the fire.
“y/n” you mumbled, looking around, studying the place. You could now see a gate, your hopes rising.
“I wouldn't get your hopes up, we can only come through it after a trial–if we're lucky enough to get to the gate, we can't leave through it.” meg sighed sadly, seeing the hope drain from you as you two continued to walk.
Soon you were greeted by others.
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Your hearing went muffled again, just like when you were taken by the fog, your heart started to speed up, and your vision when black. When your vision came back you were with three others, Dwight, Meg, and Leon. you looked up and there was a countdown, you all had a minute till what you understood as a trial. You watched as Leon dug into his pocket and pulled out something, you walked closer to him trying to see what it was.
“What’s that?” you asked, he looked at you and then back at it, meg tossed hers into the fire which made it flicker and go higher.
“An offering, we get these whenever the entity decides, whether we’ve pleased her or not but sometimes she feels generous and gives rare ones or gives us new things like medkits or toolboxes, or maybe even flashlights or keys, it's all up to her,” Leon said, you tried to understand but it's not like it makes any sense so it kind of went through one ear and out the other.
Dwight threw in his offering, it looked like an envelope with a yellow-gold coloring, Leon let you look at his before he tossed it, it looked like flowers. You felt bad for not having an offering to put in but Meg told you not to worry about it. Leon carried a toolbox in one hand and Meg and Dwight had medkits which left you out once again.
“If it’s the doctor I'm literally hiding in a locker the whole time, hate being more paranoid than I already am” Meg groaned, Leon laughed.
“It’s most definitely huntress, she's been the entity’s favorite recently. You know what, if I'm right you have to give me your medkit next time we're in a trial together” Leon said, sticking his hand out so they could shake on it. Meg smirked and shook his hand hard.
A loud noise made you cover your ears and you realized it was time, your vision started to fade.
You could hear crows and the sound of a machine, trees came into sight. You followed the sound of what you were pretty sure was a generator from what the others told you, you had no idea what you were doing, they told you it would make a loud noise if you messed up.
“Oh there you are, I was hoping we were close to each other” Meg whispered, coming to you and crouching by the generator, she waved her hand, telling you to come closer.
“I’ll show you, come here,” she said, you got on the ground and watched her open things and put things together, putting wires in the right spot and so on. You tried to remember and noticed how the things on top would get faster and eventually all be moving up and down constantly.
After Meg showed you and finished the generator you two parted ways, you timidly walked around trying to hide within the trees. Your brows furrowed, and you could hear a lullaby and it kept getting louder, you crouched behind a tree and tried to peer around it.
Dwight's scream made you jump, you could see a tall women pick him up and toss him over her shoulder. You dashed to these brick structures that were somewhat close to you. The huntress had seen you and thrown one of her hatchets your way, it grazed your leg, cutting your thigh then landed on the ground.
A hand clamped over your mouth right when you were about to scream in pain, tears pricked your eyes as Leon repeated in your ear for you not to scream. He dragged you back, to a different brick wall and helped you sit on the ground then got in front of you. His hand still covered your mouth, “she's gonna go hook him then she’ll probably come back over there to look for you, you need to keep quiet so she won't hear us, okay?” lean asked, you nodded trying the best you could as he slowly took his hand from your mouth and put them on your thigh.
Your back leaned against the bricks, the coldness seeping through your robe and shirt, Leon looked at your leg then looked at you.
“Here i’ll show you something, i call it bite the bullet, i take some cloth from my clothes-” he said, ripping your pants, gathering a good amount and folding it, “- then i put it in my mouth-” he continued, bringing the shredded pieces of your pjs to your mouth. “- like that, just like that, then bite down on it to help you stay quiet while you get healed up, it helps if you pretend it doesn’t hurt, fake it till you make it you know?” Leon finished. he looked at you taking in the information, this felt intimate. his hands were back on your thigh, adding pressure to the wound and you could feel his thumb gently rubbing your skin.
You nodded again, biting down on it for your life. Leon moved one hand to open the medkit that was next to him.
“Dwight and I switched,” he said, you guessed he noticed how you were looking at him, you hummed. He took out some things that you really couldn't care about at the moment. You grunted when he poured the alcohol over your wound.
“Shh, shh. You’re doing so good, just stay quiet” he said, cleaning your wound as tears fell down your cheek. Everytime his hands would touch your thigh it felt like fire, you tried not to move your leg.
“Almost done” Leon whispered, looking up at you and nodded a bit with worry on his face, he wrapped your thigh in a bandage. You felt better, your leg still hurt but not as bad as before. Leon tugged the cloth out of your mouth and tucked it into your pocket.
“I know it feels weird, healing is not like how it is normally, sick sense of humor she has.” he said. She. she as in the sick fuck that took you here.
“Just use that when you get hurt, it helps keep everyone alive. You did great.” he said, getting up and then helping you up. You thanked him. He smiled a bit at you.
“What about dwight? You said he was hooked?” you asked, following him to a half-done generator that was close by. He got on his knees and started fixing it and you followed his actions.
“He’s off-hook now and mag healed him up already” Leon responded. He looked focused and like he didn't want to be bothered while he did this.
“How do you know?” you asked, trying to get one last question out before you shut up.
“When you’re here, you can just sense things, you’ll understand once you get used to it” he whispered, he pulled bits from the generator and sat them down next to him. You furrowed your brows but decided to keep quiet.
The generator roared once you two finished it, Leon gathered the bits and pieces that he took from the gen and stood up. “I’ll teach you how to make a flashbang one day but for now there's a gen over there-” he pointed to a flashing light “- I’ll get her over here while you do it” he finished.
“Okay,” you said, a loud noise made Leon's eyes light up. He smiled.
“Perfect, we only need one more gen before the gates turn on, you got some severe beginner's luck” he laughed softly then nodded his head towards the gen he told you to do.
you stuck your hands into the gen, you were almost shaking, touching and connecting wires carefully but quickly. you heard meg scream, she was down then thrown over huntress’ shoulder. you almost wanted to cry, why did you get dragged to hell? was it something you did? you asked yourself over and over.
now you pulled levers and cranked things, a feeling of knowing that meg was now safe but not healed washed over you, it was subtle and you guessed this was what leon was talking about.
the gen roared to life, the light on top staying on and not blinking like it had been. Another feeling washed over you, meg was healed now.
you saw dwight out the corner of your eye, he was pulling a lever and it came to you that, that was the gate leon was talking about.
you snuck towards him, hearing the huntress' grunts and noises from the right of you.
you looked over and saw leon throw something down as meg ran quickly to the gate that just had opened. a flash happened, a big bright flash that stunned her. So that was a flashbang? leon ran behind meg and spotted you, he motioned for you to come on and looked behind him.
you ran to him, dwight had already gone through the gate and meg waited by the border of freedom and death.
the huntress drew her hatches up, ready to throw it once she deemed fit.
leon took your hand, making you run faster. you heard the hatchet being thrown.
it landed right into your calf, you screamed but you still ran or was being dragged by leon which made you keep running but you couldn’t remember, it happened so fast, you looked behind you after you both crossed the path where the huntress could not hurt you anymore.
she stood there, watching through her mask, the grip on her hatchet was terrifying. your leg still bleed but you couldn't care at this moment, leon's hand in yours, chest burning.
you two caught up with meg and dwight, catching your breath as you sat down in the grass, waiting to be sent back to the camp.
days or months, maybe even years passed after that first trial and now you had the hang of it for the most part, you still felt new and like you were dragging down the team but you had found some of your own things to help you. leon had showed you how to make a flashbang and elodie taught you how to open lockers and trick the killer into thinking you were inside of it.
jake had taken a liking to you, showing you knew things and how to not make the crows fly away when walking by them, he was sweet and welcoming. It was nice to talk to someone while kate would play her guitar, it felt like a camping trip if you really wanted to pretend you weren’t stuck here for who knows how long.
trials came and went, you were required to do 3 a day, if days were something you could even keep track of. you had gotten new clothes, medkits, toolboxes, flashlights and offerings as well as things to help with what you could bring into a trail. you had been to many of the realms and midwich was the one you hated the most.
jake was with you in this trail, he stuck by you for most of the time.
you grunted as you connected wires and pulled levers, haddinfeild was somewhere you left a little comfortable, the houses made you feel like this could all be a dream and you were actually just having a nightmare and would hopefully wake up in your bed.
“do you know who it is yet?” jake asked as he helped fix the gen.
“i haven’t heard any chainsaws or seen any tvs yet so i dont think is any of them, maybe michael or wraith?”
“smart girl, you’re picking up quickly”
you smiled, you got a weird feeling of being watched. you scratched the back of your neck and looked around.
“well i guess ill see you at the gate if we make it?” you said, about to turn and go into a new direction.
jake threw his arm around your shoulder. “how about you stick with me this trial, i wanna keep a close eye on you, i noticed you haven’t been escaping recently” he said, directing you to a generator.
jake was cute and nice, you liked to be around him.
“you know what a hatch is right?” he asked as he started on the gen.
“yeah, zarina explained it a few trials ago… we had spirit and i was the first to go, didn’t even have a chance to see it” you sighed.
“dont worry, you’ll get it one day. it feels good…getting the hatch, you feel like you’re resting and everything feels like it was just a dream until you get to the campfire again, but listen-“ jake says, stopping what he was doing and looking at you.
you nodded to show you were listening.
“-sometimes and i mean sometimes, a killer might let you get it, i begged and begged the trapper to let me go and he just looked confused and watched me get the hatch” he whispered, like it was a secret.
jake pulled you closer, “lets keep this quiet, im only telling you because im fond of you” he whispered again. you nodded as you looked at him.
you looked behind you, you saw something white move behind a rock. you furrowed your brows. the feeling of being watched came back.
jake was looking to but seemed to not be bothered.
“you don’t feel strange right now?” you asked.
“no, not more than the usual” he responded as he put wires together.
“no, no something is wrong” you said shaking your head.
“cmon you’re being a scaredy cat” jake joked and put his hand on your arm to soothe you.
you looked over again and screamed. you fell back on your ass as jake grabbed you and tried to stand.
ghostface was running at you two. you felt weak, like how you felt when the shape was stalking you but this was worse, maybe it was because you knew him and now you wondered if this is what lorie felt. jake let go of you and started to run.
you got up finally and tried to run but ghostface caught you, his knife going into your shoulder, making you go down.
ghostface huffed, cleaning your blood off his knife.
“i knew you looked familiar, fate must have brought us together huh?” he said with a cocky laugh. he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder.
he had been through a few trials and hadn’t seen you, he started to lose hope and think the whole “you pick” thing was bullshit and the woman upstairs cheaped him out and depicted him but now he was grateful.
you hadn’t gotten new clothes yet unlike him he now had a few new pieces but he liked your pj, the way your robe was splayed out before he had picked you up.
he wanted to chat but had made a deal with her, he was sacrificing everyone.
the hook pierced your shoulder as you screamed, your mind ran with thoughts.
jake slid you off the hook as quickly as he could then lead you to a safe location.
“he’s new i think, probably came around the same time as you- ace was telling me about him, he likes to take pictures” jake said. you nodded, you knew that, you had read it in the paper plenty of times.
“i-i- i know him” you whispered as jake healed you and told you how good you were doing.
“you do?” he asked.
you nodded, sharp pain coming from your back. “florida, he was in the paper non-stop,” you grunted.
you stayed with jake until you got to a new gen, jane was just unhooked by jill and started on a gen.
the trial was brutal, you died on hook last, just watching him stare at you.
-
the group asked for details once they learned ghostface was your killer, you had nothing to tell them other than what you had read in the papers.
you and jake started to get a lot more close, he never let you stray too far and would always make sure he would get you off the hook.
detective tapp, you, jake and ada all stood together, jake had brought the escape cake and all of you got a slice, you had taken two bites before being taken by the fog.
when you came to you weren’t by anyone, you started to walk, trying to be quiet in the snow.
it was so bright and cold, you hurried to a gen god you were so ready to get out of here.
you could see your breath and your hands hurt from the cold, tapp came behind you.
“you good here?” he whispered, you nodded.
“yeah i'm almost finished, i was about to go into the building and start the gen afterward if you wanna get ahead start” you suggested, tapp smiled, he loved when people could hold their own and work together.
”good idea, i'll see you there” he said his goodbyes before leaving.
you finished the gen about 1 minute after tap left, you stood up and bumped into something. you were about to turn around before a gloved hand clamped over your mouth.
your hands went to his as you screamed into his glove.
he shushed you, his warm breath by your ear.
“calm down, calm down. i just want to talk” he whispered.
you tried to slow your breathing.
“good girl, i just wanted to check on you. see how you liked it here, you know, it beats roseville by a mile, never see this type of weather in florida…well maybe in pennsylvania you do” he chuckled. you tried to pull his hand from your mouth.
you mumbled against his hand and he hummed, moving his hand down slightly.
“what’d you say princess?” ghostface asks, his grip tight on your chin.
“fuck you” you spat.
“how cliche” he laughed, “you know what i like about you? no matter how long you’ve been here, you still seem like your old self” he added.
“like you would know anything about that” you gritted your teeth, and tried to move.
ghostface laughs, “trust me, doll, i know a lot more than you think.”
he notices it, the way you sit on a log at the campfire like you would on your couch, the way you ate the icing first then the actual cake, the way you fixed your hair; he could go on and on.
ghostface dropped his grip on you, letting you run away.
your mind went crazy, ghostface was stalking you before this, way before this, you thought it wouldn’t happen to you.
the gen in the building was already finished, tapp hid in a locker nearby before he knew it was you.
“y/n where the hell were you?” he huffed, stepping out of the locker.
“i ran ghostface, thought it would be more helpful than to just lead him here” you lied through your teeth.
tapp patted your arm, “good job” he praised and took a look around.
the rest of the trial was like usual, no more talking ghostface, just slash and hook.
once you all were back at the campfire you sat down, jake sat down next to you.
“im sorry i couldn’t find you” he said with a small pout.
”no worries, it wasn’t that bad, i had tapp with me” you reassured him.
-
you hadn’t seen ghostface in awhile, trials came and went, you had gotten lucky a few times and got hatch then got moried for the first time by the artist.
you had a recent trial with pyramid head which was entertaining, you and yun-jin joked about how big the sword was, which maybe wasnt a good idea since soon after you both died pretty quickly.
you had gotten a new outfit, it was laid on your sleeping bag in your tent, neatly folded. a grey shirt and simple leggings, it was an outfit you wore to work just missing your apron. you changed, it was nice to have a new outfit and when you left your tent you seen that kate and feng had new outfits too.
soon your vision went out again. leon, nancy and steve were beside you, steve and nancy talking about how much she missed her little brother. you missed your sister but holy fuck you missed your dog so much. you hoped your sister had taken him.
once you came to your heart almost stopped. you thought this was all a dream until you saw lights to a gen in the distance. tears swelled into your eyes as you looked around.
it was the hardware store you worked at, you looked by the register and saw the newspaper, you picked it up and saw a sketch of ghostface on the left of the page then a huge article.
“look familiar doll?” a voice speaks out, you whip around to be faced with ghostface sitting on the table that held all the new flyers to be put out for new sales.
you ignored him and went back to the newspaper.
ghostface huffed, “and i thought we weren’t loved enough to get our own place” he laughed.
you scoffed.
danny wanted a reaction, he wanted you to talk back or just talk at all even.
“we met here”
you tensed, taking a deep breath.
“we met at my work?” you asked softly and turned to face him. ghostface nodded.
“plenty of times doll, even met some of your friends…jed i think his name was” he added, smirking under his mask. your ears perked up.
“you knew jed?” you asked and put the paper back.
“of course, he was a bitch- a real pushover” danny snickered. He watched your reaction.
you huffed and tried to walk away, digging your nails into your hand.
“hey i wasn’t done talking to you doll face” he called after you, getting down from the table. he liked watching you get all mad, just the tiniest of reactions made him feel good.
“are you just gonna follow me the whole time or are you gonna do what you always do?” you asked, you looked around to see if anyone was around as you came up on the gen.
“i have time to spare, all we have is time” danny quipped. you wanted to hit him, just sock him in his face under the mask.
you got down and started working on the gen, you were tense and didn’t wanna blow it up. your mind wandered off, thinking about home and how if you had stayed in PA this wouldn’t have happened.
“worried about winnie?” he asked. his voice was slick, he knew this would get something out of you, “your sister?” he added.
you didn’t know if the entity would let you or a big knife would just go through your hand instantly.
you swung up, punching him right in his mouth, his teeth cutting the inside of his lip and blood seeped out, your hand hurt, knuckles throbbing. you huffed and held your hands.
danny groaned as he recovered, his tongue swiping over the gash, tasting his blood. He thought he was completely in power here, that you could only be hurt.
“i liked that. hit me again”
ghostface’s voice cracked. he took deep breaths and looked at you. he pressed his lips together to feel a bit more. deep down he hoped you would.
you shoved him hard once you heard the gates go off, you sprinted to the gates seeing nancy at the gate watching you run. ghostface ran after you, you could hear how close he was behind you, he got one good gash across your back before you ran out of the gate. you didn’t look back.
-
the trial with him was tense, you had become pretty good at hiding, as if you weren’t taking notes from him.
you knew he was looking for you, you knew if you gave him a reaction it would fuel him more,
you held your breath, you had never been so close to him while he didn’t know. you hid behind a wall and watched him stalk one of your friends and before you knew it he shot up quickly and started sprinting at them. you let out a deep breath and closed your eyes.
once you opened them a glint caught your eyes, something on the ground.
you looked around, making sure it was safe before you crawled over.
it was a wallet.
you opened it carefully, scared it was some type of trick. you pulled out a driver's license
jed fucking olsen. your stomach sank.
that was who ghostface is, you looked further into his wallet and found another driver’s license. you had to get the moon in the right spot so you could see.
danny johnson.
you bit your cheek and put the two licenses into the wallet then shoved it into your pocket. you wanted to tell him you knew, right then and there but you needed to do something. you knew he didn’t like to share and you are going to use that to your advantage.
you hoped and prayed that you would be able to take it out of the trial with you, you did everything in your power to either find the hatch or make it out the gate.
once you arrived back to the campfire you checked your pockets, you smiled when you pulled out the wallet, she did have a sick sense of humor and you think this would amuse her.
for the first time ever you thanked the entity.
trial after trial you tried your hardest to survive and even leon had complimented you on it.
you had gotten a new outfit once again, an outfit you had wore in the summer, a white tank top and a jean skirt, sneakers.
you sat on the gen, jake settled between your legs, your hands touching on him under his shirt.
you knew danny was the killer, you had seen him when he hooked david, you didn’t save anyone this trial since you had other things to do. Soon enough it was just you, Danny and jake. you moved your foot and kicked down a lever and the gen roared, the lights turning on, blinding you for a second.
Jake could feel it, being watched was never an easy thing to shake. He opened his eyes and looked to the side, he looked at ghostface standing there, breathing heavily. Jake pulled from your kiss and ran, he tried to take your hand but you let it slip out of his grip.
Danny walked closer to you, he wasn’t one to share. you stared at him, your hand going into your back pocket and pulling out his wallet.
“You know, we're not the only ones that can drop things,” you said and threw it at him. He caught it of course, which made you sigh.
Danny laughs quietly, looking up at the entity. she was watching, like always. betrayed by her, or maybe she wanted to add some of her own touches. He tried not to be mad at her, his own plans now out of the picture.
he got closer to you, “does it make you upset” he asked, his gloved hand lightly grazing your skin. “That I brought you here, I picked you. I'm her favorite.”
Your eye twitched. You hated him.
“I made sure your dog was taken care of,” he said softly. His hand gripping your thigh wanting a reaction out of you. Your hand went to his mask, lifting it up, Danny was about to reach for it but you already knew what he looked like.
You toss his mask to the ground, Danny's hair fell messily and his eyes adjusted to the light. You took in his appearance, the tension was thick as he inched closer to you. You wanted revenge.
Danny’s lips pressed against your neck, your fingers tangled in his hair. You feel his tongue on your skin then soon his teeth. Danny’s hand inched closer to your cunt, his other held you in place.
He had dreamed of this, while waiting to be picked, she had generously gave him his own a replica of his own apartment. He would lay in bed, drifting in and out sometimes thinking he was really back in roseville. He was never really into sex, wanting to get off and get going, but you, he wanted to take his time and enjoy it, maybe even make it romantic.
His cock was tightly contained in his pants. What is wrong with him, there was part of him that resented you. His mouth went lower, now on your chest, his hand now massaging one of your tits.
You started to guide his head lower, he looked up at you, his eyelashes batting at you as he got onto his knees.
Danny pushed your skirt up and panties to the side, he never ate pussy before, his tongue met your cunt, he tried to be soft. Making out with your cunt, your hand stayed in his hair, tugging a bit. Pleasure was starting to build. His tongue landed on your clit and your thighs tightened around his head. Danny was an observer, he picked up on everything.
He licked at your clit again, he could hear you making noise which pushed him more. You were surprised you could even feel pleasure in his hell hole.
Soon danny started sucking on your clit, his fingers had moved to your hole, his middle finger inside of you then it was his middle and ring finger stretching you out. You could hear him breathing heavily and softly moaning against your cunt. You looked up at the sky.
“Right there” you moaned, he kept his pace and what he was doing. You stared up at the sky, a small tear coming to your eye and coming down your face.
Your orgasm washed through you, his fingers moving faster and his eyes squeezed shut. You rode it out as your thighs shook. You pushed his face away from your cunt once it was overstimulating.
Danny’s face was flushed, he removed his fingers and came up, his lips on yours now. He pulled you off the generator and you both made you way to the ground harshly. Danny was on top of you, his hand going to your neck.
He was trying to take control, you used all your strength and flipped you two over. You straddled him. He laid back, looking at you, admiring you.
You moved down a bit and unbuckled his pants, his cock sprung out once the fabric moved. He was painfully hard. You spit in your hand and stroked him, danny trembled at your touch, it was humiliating. He was wanting you to return the favor but he knew you probably had too much pride.
You hovered over him, his hands softly touched your thigh. You sank down onto him. He was big, your mouth fell open. Danny’s head went back, you felt amazing. He was grateful you didnt start moving, he would've busted instantly. He tried to regain his breathing.
Danny grabbed your waist, he was begging with his eyes. You narrowed your eyes at him and came off his cock a bit then going back down, moving your hips in a rhythm. Your shirt was dirty, his hands going to the collar of your shirt and ripping it. You started to move faster. Danny started to squirm, he was moaning and grabbing at your exposed skin.
You could feel his knife hitting your leg, you knew what you wanted to do.
“y/n”
It came out as a cracked moan.
“Danny” you responded, you rode him faster, hand going to his throat.
“Do you forgive me?” he asked, a smirk on his face. Your eyebrows furrowed and you squeezed his neck.
“No”
Danny bit his lip there was a part of him that wished you did but another that loved that you didn’t, he knew not to think about it too much, he had always been sick and twisted. He started muttering curse words as he got close. His head was reeling, he looked at you, you were beautiful.
He was so close, you watched his face as his cock twitched in you, danny let out a loud groan as he started to cum. You reached behind you and grab his knife. He opened his eyes as you left go of his throat and pushed one of his hands to the ground, you sank the knife down into his palm and the dirt.
He groaned and clenched his teeth together. You got off his cock and his cum dripped out of you and onto his clothes, you moved your panties and stood up, looking down on him. His cock was still dripping.
You fixed your skirt, danny stared at you, the pain in his palm was rough but he knew you were too pussy to stab him anywhere else. You breathed heavily, lifting your foot and stomping on the knife one good time. Danny pushed his lips together and squeezed his eyes shut.
Once danny opened his eyes again, you gathered the spit into your mouth. You spit in his face, watching him react to you. He breathed heavily. “Fuck you” you whispered and turned away from him, running off into the distance. Horns blared, jake had finished the last gen. Danny stared up at the sky.
KINKTOBER // CNC AND BLACKMAIL WITH GHOSTFACE (MALE)
CHEEKY CONTENT AHEAD - if you decide to press on the keep reading link, you are actively engaging with lewd content, in which, may also have referenced kinks that you may not be comfortable with either. please make sure to read the kinks listed past this point, and if this isn't your cup of tea, please don't hesitate to scroll pass etc.
ABOUT ;; so this fic was originally titled 'brag about it,' mini lore drop there - and we are also revisiting the sex tape trope EHOWENFN, i don't know how to explain myself for this, so i apologise in advance soz xoxo. also working on the pyramid head fic as it is a bit of a long one, currently just editing through it now. this is kinda shortish and tagging @hyenaspots <33
tags - potentially strong language, DUBIOUS CONSENT/CNC (consensual non consent), this is a sexual roleplay, virginity kink/corruption kink, blackmail and manipulation, ghostie is not nice in this fic so please bear that in mind, recording without permission/or rather forced recording, sex tapes, stalking, home invasion, reader has a non specified partner, dacryphilia somewhat, knife play, ambiguous ending etc.
by justwolosers 2024. do not steal, copy or repost.
KINKTOBER MASTERLIST OR WEEK THREE OVERVIEW
GN VERS | FEM VERS
GHOSTFACE X MALE READER ;;
“C’mon, toots. Say it, just for me.”
He wasn’t entirely sure as to what the issue was; it wasn’t that hard to say, was it? Three words at the most. Three words at all. He’s been patient more than anything; it wasn’t difficult to play pretend, to just follow along. The familial surge of irritation returns again for a brief moment, itching underneath his skin - he could be sweet, gentle.
Capable of love; surely, you knew that?
Panting heavily, he rocks his hips ever so slightly, the flushed head of his cock just brushing up against your rim, circling back and forth - your thighs resting lax around his waist. And, he can’t bite back the breathy chuckle at the sight of you writhing underneath him from such a small thing - something so minor. He hadn’t intended to make such a mess either, smearing pre-cum between your inner thighs and across your lower abdomen, obscene below the dim lighting.
Or maybe, you were following along, putting on a well-deserving performance underneath him - you were always good at playing hard to get. ‘Course you wanted this. It was cute. You, putting on this tough front as if you could wait it out - the constant push and pull of not knowing whether to fall into his embrace, actively seeking his touch to ease the ache or falling back.
The familial, recognisable red LED light of the camcorder blinks atop your shelves, positioned towards the both of you - and it’s comforting in a way. Routine. A memento to take back with him, rewatching over again. And again and again and again. A keepsake. Immortalised on film - now, isn’t that romantic?
He’d even been sweet enough to disregard the fact that you’d slept with someone else before him; letting them work you open in such an intimate way, with one finger, and then two and then three past your rim, puffy and swollen. Nudging and rubbing up against your prostate. Maybe letting them wrap a soft hand around your pretty cock, digging a blunt nail just below the slit, urging more pre come out in tandem with their fingers. Maybe interlocking hands with one another, desperate, swallowing each other’s moans with each sloppy kiss.
Your partner was just a clear placeholder for himself.
The slight hum, accompanied by the usual whirring tells him it’s started to autofocus due to the dim background. He had never, truly considered himself a jealous man - what was there to be jealous of if he was eventually going to get it?
(Get you).
It would only, and always be a matter of time. But, lately, it was becoming more and more difficult to distinguish between varying emotions, specific emotions pertaining to you. They would always blur into some sort of vague, messy mass. They’d always said the lines between love and hate were incredibly blurred - but it was love. It had to be. He wouldn’t have done this if he didn’t love you. You’d understand.
“I know you’ve already fucked ‘em, don’t need to be shy about it. Real noisy thing, aren’t you? Did they fuck you good? Properly?” The grasp around your jaw tightens harshly, forcing you to look at him, gloved fingers digging painfully into the bruised flesh, and you hiccup pathetically in response. “But, maybe we can pretend like it’s the first time. Your first time - you owe me that much, right? Afterall, I’ve been so sweet to you, toots. You gonna let me open you up, welcome me in?”
Unintelligible, incoherent whines escape behind his palm and his hips rut up again once more in reflex, desperate. A power trip.
“D’ya think they’d mind if I recorded it? Sending it in a ‘lil envelope, maybe with a ‘love from’?”
“Stuh- Stop it. Puh- Please,” the words sound heavy, muddy on your tongue, and you’re now frantically struggling, tugging at the bindings secured around your wrists, noting the rawness of your skin from the constant friction, “I don’t want the-”
He exhales deeply - see, now you are starting to break the immersion.
“Stop acting like a fucking bitch.”
The glint of his knife reflects the dim lightning, the blinking red - drawn up along your jaw. Bleary eyes now wide, flickering down to the weapon which he assumes to be a limited peripheral. And, his gaze is heavy, holding your own and he can tell you hate it. The helplessness, the fear - a restrained, silent plea to stop. If anything, it was fueling the fire further. That look suited you.
And, the static crackle of his voice modulator cuts through the silence once more, the knife now just resting against your throat.
“You gonna be good f’me, sunshine?”
You nod shakily, swallowing, your movements halting entirely.
Although, it wouldn’t be too long before the temporary paralysis kicked in either. It would be easier from that point onward.
“Just say it then, just for me,” the belly of the knife inches deeper into the soft flesh of your neck; the pressure wasn’t enough yet to make a direct cut, but it was clear from the indent that it was beginning to smart the skin, “Can be our ‘lil secret, toots. Pinky promise! It’s only a few words - it’ll jus’ be a cute homemade film for my eyes only.”
With glassy eyes and damp eyelashes, your eyes search for what you assume to be his own, struggling to focus properly, fearful. No doubt confused by the sudden whiplash in expression. Clear and apparent that the drug was finally working its way through your system, kicking into full gear. The earnest pleading behind your eyes, even if you weren’t exactly coherent enough, has a warmth curling in his stomach - cock hot and heavy between his thighs, twitching at the sight. He was certain you never graced them with that expression - he was the first to experience this. To take you apart.
“It’s not like they’re gonna know either, right? What they don’t know, won’t hurt them. We made a promise on that.”
An almost stifled sob slips out.
A beat.
“‘M a virgin.” Your voice comes out slurring somewhat, almost shy at the sentence.
A hiccup.
And, he can’t bite the grin playing on his lips, underneath his mask. It’s instinctive. He wanted to hear it again.
Again. Again and again and again and-
“Attaboy. There you go. That wasn’t so hard.” He can’t help but slip back into a jovial tone, upbeat.
Energised.
The camcorder continues flashing.
“Didn’t take you for someone so emotional either, but, I get it. I do, really,” and he swipes away at your tears with his thumb gently, eyes swollen and skin blotchy - a near tender act in spite of everything, but his voice is condescending, taking on a mocking, pouty tone. “It must be so overwhelmin’ - the thought of bein’ so full of me, too full to think.”
His other hand still remains clutched around the knife, in a white-knuckled grip. Almost grounding in a way. That this was really happening - the sudden thought of splaying a hand across your lower stomach, how it would sink into the soft flesh has him involuntarily shuddering - where he’d carve himself into you.
