*Jake Peering around a corner with Dwight just behind him*
Dwight: "What are they doing?"
Jake: "They're uh.."
Frank: *breaking into every Vending Machine and Convenience Store in Trickster's Delusion, eating all the food like wild animal, while crying tears of joy* "It's been so long!"
The Monsters' Favourite: Special Episode Forced Threeway (A Dead by Daylight Fic)
(For @nemugyo please go check them out they are a fantastic artist!)
Ghostface doesn't always do the fucking, sometimes he just likes to watch...
Warnings: Noncon/Rape, Forced Sex, Forced to Watch, Cuckolding, Bondage
This didn’t have to happen…
You squirmed against your bindings unconsciously, desperately trying to ignore the heat steadily pooling in between your legs. You couldn’t believe that this had happened to them, of all people. Well… Dwight you can imagine, sure, absolutely.
But Jake?
You didn’t know what he was thinking… It wasn’t like you had never died before. It wasn’t like it wouldn’t have mattered, even if that were the case. You had gotten so used to the feeling of a cold blade against your neck that you didn’t even register it anymore. The look on their faces was enough to curl your stomach in sick excitement. Fear and apprehension, and a secret third thing that was only apparent on sweet Dwight’s face. Jake was your lovely white knight, always fighting for you, even when others began to finally wake up and realized that things weren’t quite right with you. While he’d never believe you were more complicit in this than anyone could guess, Dwight already knew, and he still kept his mouth shut and looked away, flushed pale, as though he were still scared and uncertain of the outcome of the upcoming events.
Ghostface was as good with rope as he was with his favourite knife. The knots against your wrists were tight enough to make your hands go numb. The masked killer was as rough with you as he was with Dwight and Jake, all but shoving you against the wall and onto the ground after your hands were bound behind your back. You watched as your friends were subjected to the same treatment, Jake grunted with aggravation and Dwight whimpered as they were forced to the floor, the toe of steel-toed boots threatening Jake’s ribs as he reflexively tried to rise to his feet.
“None of that, ‘mountain man’. You were never the hero type, and it’s better to keep it that way.” Ghostface’s knife flashed uncomfortably close to Jake’s under eye, and with a dismissive tut from the killer, he dropped back down to his haunches, then flat on his ass as Ghostface faked out a swift stab just the the side of his underjaw. With a silent snicker, he left to find the remaining survivor.
Poor Meg was the odd one out. You didn’t need to hear her cut off scream to know that her death would be uncharacteristically quick. Your heart hammered in your throat as you brought your knees up to your chest, unable to make eye contact with either Jake or Dwight as you knew full well what was about to happen. It’s not like you wanted this to happen… Or rather, you didn’t set any of this into motion. You didn’t need to do anything.
It was only a matter of time before this happened… You couldn’t do anything to stop it or change it, even if you wanted to…
“All the girlies still here? I’m surprised! I figured at least you would have tried to get away, Jakie.” Ghostface tutted as he stomped up the stairs. Your body ached as your eyes flicked over towards a dark stain that still remained on the upstairs floor of the Myers’ home. The chair that Ghostface crashed into was seated just behind it, so your eyes kept drifting back towards it every time you looked in his direction.
“See something you like, precious?” Ghostface’s voice cut through the thick, chilly air, causing not only you, but Dwight and Jake as well, to jump in surprise. You quickly look away, a nauseating heat filling your stomach as you squirm against your bindings. Jake shuffles closer to you and glares at Ghostface as Dwight cowers against the wall.
“What do you want with us, asshole?! Huh?!” Jake would have stood, but his legs were weak from the beating he took earlier. Ghostface knew he would be the biggest issue between the three of you, and breaking a few ribs was a sure way to keep him in line.
“Hmm, nothing much, I ain’t gonna kill you, so long as you play nice.” Ghostface chuckles under his breath as he draws lazy, nonsensical shapes into the air with his knife. His head, tilted to the ceiling, snapped forwards suddenly and his body straightened as he leaned towards the three of you.
“I just want a bit of fun. A show, if you know what I mean.” His head turned towards you, and you could feel his eyes snap onto your own, and you found yourself unable to look away even though every nerve in your body screamed for you to do so.
“And I think you know what I mean…” There was a thickness to his words that made you curl into yourself. You could feel it, a compulsion that takes over you at the behest of your Master. Your cheeks flush as a hungry need begins to colour your perspective and your upcoming actions.
“No, you’re going to have to spell it out for me, prick.” Jake spat. You wondered if he really didn’t know what he meant… Dwight certainly seemed to know, with how he sunk into himself, face red and body trembling with anticipation and fear.
“Why don’t you tell him, sweetheart? After all, you’re gonna be the star of the show…” Jake turned towards you, face screwing up in an expression that was difficult to read. It was somewhere between discomfort, disgust and apprehension.
It was the correct response, but one you couldn’t share with him.
“He… He wants us to- to… do stuff.” You mumbled under your breath. You heard Ghostface click his tongue, disappointed you didn’t say outright what you were about to do to your two companions.
“Come on. We’re all adults here! Just say it how it is!” He pointed his knife at you, bobbing it up and down as he bounced his knee, impatient.
“Say ‘I’m going to fuck you, raw, right here in front of everyone, including my boyfriend.’”
Jake baulked, and Dwight whimpered loud enough for everyone to hear. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Is this fucker serious? But Ghostface didn’t laugh, and he didn’t stop staring at you, and Jake realized he was dead serious, and he felt a sick feeling overtake him as memories of that trial flashed through his mind.
“No.” Jake shook his head. He almost laughed, maybe he would have, if you and Dwight didn’t look so… so ready to just give up. The corners of Jake’s mouth pulled downwards, and he found himself shuffling backwards until his back hit the wall.
“Oh yes. It’s gonna happen, whether you like it or not.” Ghostface gripped his knife tightly ,the sound of leather gloves creaking against the hilt causing you to shiver.
“No- No. Ha- Just-” Jake choked on his words as the room began to spin around him. No, no he can’t- He won’t. Not to you.
Not to you…
Ghostface was growing impatient, resting one of his palms against his knee. He squeezed it tightly, eyes boring into you as he waited for your next move.
Will it be done ‘willingly’, or through force?
You swallowed thickly and gently nudged Jake with your shoulder. “Hey, it’s okay… It’s- It’s fine…” You blinked rapidly, fluttering your eyelashes as you looked him over. Jake looked… haggard. Or more haggard than he usually did. He was disheveled from his scuffle with Ghostface, and it was clear he was on edge, not wanting to give into the killer’s demands, but also looking a little… flustered. How cute…
“Don’t worry. Since… Since it’s you guys, I don’t mind…” You anxiously rub your thighs together in anticipation. You could hear Dwight whimper behind you, shifting in place as well but when you glanced over your shoulder, he avoided your gaze with a red face and a trembling lip. He’s so turned on, he doesn’t know what to do with himself…
“Really, I don’t mind…” You mumble as you lean over towards Jake’s lap.
“H-Hey-! Don’t-!”
Jake froze as he felt you nuzzle into his crotch. His eyes widened as he stared at you, eyes wanting to flick over to the killer out of necessity and over to Dwight as some sort of apology. He liked you, right? So this is-
“URK-! W-What are you doing?!” Jake’s voice rose an octave as he felt… something. At first, he didn’t know what it was. You, obviously! But what were you doing?! Your lips were feeling around his groin area, evident even through his thick trousers. His heart leapt into his throat as his head snapped back down, Ghostface making himself comfortable in his seat with a wide-legged spread in his peripheral vision.
“What, are you a virgin or something, Parky?” Ghostface snickered as he leaned back in his chair. “Just lay back and enjoy it! This slut’lll take good care of you, isn’t that right, Fairfield?” The masked killer tilted his head in Dwight’s direction, who turned away and brought his knees to his ears in a bid to hide his growing blush and the tears that welled in his eyes. You managed to unbutton his pants and lifted the tag of his zipper in between your lips with your tongue.
“D-Don’t call her that… S-She’s not a- a-” Dwight’s denial died in his throat as Ghostface stared at him, silent, as the killer flicked the knife in his direction.
“Really? Is that why she’s about to fuck your buddy, right in front of you?” He tilted his head to the side.
“You two are a thing, right?” Dwight sputtered, unable to speak as Jake squeaks in horror. He tried to raise his knees and cross his legs, but you were already in the process of straddling his thighs.
“D-Don’t-! You don’t have to do this! Please-!” The way Jake said your name gave you goosebumps. His legs trembled and a panicked breath left his mouth as you felt yourself slide against his length. There is no barrier between the two of you, the skirt of your sundress providing only a small amount of modesty, as it was so thin it did nothing to hide the fact that Jake’s cock was siding against the valley of your thighs.
“You- You don’t have to do this! I don’t c-care what he does to me! You don’t-” He choked on his words as you shifted over top him. Jake wasn’t sure if this was even happening, or if this was some kind of fucked up dream that he was having. His body didn’t feel grounded, even though he could so clearly feel your weight and your warmth on top of him… Jake struggled to keep his eyes open as you raised your hips, teasing his tip and pressing your weight down onto him, not quite enveloping him but dangerously close to doing so.
“S-Seriously-! Seriously-! It’s okay! You-!” Jake’s mouth opens in a silent gasp as he feels himself sliding inside of you.
“D-Don’t-! You don’t-! N-NGGHH-!~”
Jake is unable to stop himself from bucking into your warm, inviting hole. You squeak at the sudden fullness, unable to stop yourself from moaning unabashedly as you bounced on his lap. Dwight watched nearby, mouth agape and dick clearly straining in his pants as he watched you fuck Jake right in front of him. Sure, it was technically against your will, but did it make it any less hot for him to watch?
No, not really.
His cock felt so, so so good inside of you. You had been aching for it for a long time, maybe ever since that trial with the Trapper so long ago. Jake has always been… kind to you, in spite of everything he’s been through. The trial with the Doctor clearly left an impact on him, it was evident in the way he always tried to protect you, no matter the circumstances, and no matter how hard Feng Min always tried to convince everyone that you were working against their best interest. As though any of them knew what that even was… You didn’t either, to be honest. All you knew was what the Entity expected of you, and you would live up to it, even if every fiber of your being revolted against you and screamed that ‘this is wrong, wrong, wrong and it needs to stop’.
You can’t stop it. You can’t even control it… Is your mind even your own, anymore? Or are you just a husk for the Entity to parade around?
You rested your forehead against Jake’s trembling shoulder, whispering and whining about how ‘it’s okay… it’s okay…. you can fuck me’ over and over again into his ear. His hips stopped moving, which annoyed Ghostface who was tapping his foot and sighing under his mask.
“Is that how you fuck a girl? Are you a virgin or something-?! Sorry, sorry- Were you a virgin or something? Don’t know how to use your dick to pleasure a woman?” Ghostface snickered, resting his chin on his palm as he watched you ride Jake’s twitching cock. Dwight watched with watery eyes and a saliva-filled mouth. It didn’t upset him to see you fucking other men- quite the opposite, really. He was… excited. A bit emotional, but so turned on that his cock pulsed with arousal and visibly twitched. You noticed this and beckoned Dwight closer with a tilt of your head.
“C-Come here, Dwight- M-Mmm-!~ Come here!” Your voice keened and you sounded desperate. Dwight’s eyes flicked between you and Ghostface’s knife. The killer stared at Dwight and shrugged, leaning back in his chair as he watched you fuck a squirming and red-faced Jake and a flustered Dwight awkwardly scoot closer to you, until he was close enough to you that he could touch you… If his hands weren’t tied behind his back, that is.
“W-What-? What is it-?” Dwight was abruptly cut off as you leaned over and nuzzled your face into his lap.
“H-Ha-?! No, n-no! You don’t have to- OUGH-?!~” Dwight made incredibly awkward eye contact with Jake, who was desperately trying not to thrust up into your rocking hips… and failing to do so. Whatever mask he had carefully built for himself had completely slipped off, revealing a trembling, flushed-faced mess that had tears leaking from his eyes as you fumbled with Dwight’s buttoned pants and his zipper with your mouth.
“S-Sor-rry- UGH-! Sorry! Sorry-!” Broken apologies tumbled out of Jake's mouth. He knew Dwight liked you. He knew you liked Dwight. Why did this have to happen? Why did it have to be him-?! Why does it have to feel so damn good?!
“N-Not your fault… Not- HMM-!~ -not your fault…” Dwight’s ears turned bright red as you took his dick into your mouth.
You ended up on your knees, ass still resting on Jake’s lap as you gave Dwight head. It must have been a lewd sight, your yellow sundress not doing much to hide exactly what was going on underneath it. The position was compromising, humiliating, especially for how your hands were bound behind you, making it clear that not only you, but your companions, were here and doing this against your will.
What a shame…
Dwight couldn’t hold back. His cock was already slick with precum by the time you wrapped your lips around him, and it was no surprise that it took him no time at all to explode within your mouth. The moment you took him deep into your throat as you ground deeply against Jake’s cock, Dwight cummed suddenly and hard. How embarrassing for him, and right in front of someone he would call a ‘friend’... He really did try to hold back- Dwight swears he tried to hold back!- but he couldn’t. How could he when it was you doing it to him?! It felt so good- too good- and… well…
Watching you fuck his ‘friend’ was one hell of a turn on…
Tears overflowed from Dwight’s eyes as he cummed. He wanted to pull the hair from your eyes, he wanted to cradle your head, to wipe the tears from your eyes as they watered from the gags that you held back as you swallowed everything that was pumped down your throat… Instead, all he could do was buck his hips and groan, doubling over and resting his forehead on your shoulder as he finished in your mouth.
“-oddamn it! Goddamn it! Goddamn it-!” Jake gritted his teeth and screwed his eyes shut. You never stopped moving your hips, never relented, even when Jake’s squirming underneath you became more and more erratic. When’s the last time he got off? It’s something both you and Jake wondered to yourselves. In the end, it wouldn’t matter, because regardless of how hard he fought it, Jake found himself climaxing against his will.
Fighting so hard against it proved to only enhance the pleasure he felt when he was unable to hold back the tide any longer. Jake’s brows pinched together and his toes curled, back arching and hips bucking skyward and into you as he cummed. It was sudden, seemingly spurred on by you tightening around him as Dwight cummed in your mouth. It was no surprise that you found yourself cumming as well, the feeling of hot, sticky fluids pooling inside you deeply.
“M-Mmm-!~ Mmpfh!~” You moan around Dwight’s cock, feeling it throb in your mouth as it remains hard. Your eyes flutter slightly, glancing over to Ghostface, who seemed only too engrossed in the entertainment before him, leaning forwards in order to get a better view of you getting your holes filled from both ends.
With great effort, you release Dwight’s still hard cock from your mouth, raising both your head and your hips as you move to rest on your sore knees. Jake’s softening dick slid out of your pussy, causing you both to shiver. You made a show of gathering saliva in your mouth, swallowing thickly in an over the top fashion since you knew that was what Ghostface would want to see. You showed your clean tongue, grimacing and panting as you felt Jake’s cum leaking out of you and sliding down your inner thighs.
“Wow… even after fucking your friend against his will, and in front of your ‘boyfriend’, no less, you still can’t help but to act like a slut, huh?” Ghostface chuckled a little as he stood up.
“Figures.” He turned to walk down the stairs.
“W-Wait-! You bastard! Untie us! Or k-kill us, one! The damn match won’t end otherwise-!” Jake stuttered, glaring at the killer as he tilted his head to the side.
“Oh? It won’t? Wanna bet on it?” Ghostface mockingly laughed at Jake as he descended down the stairs. No one really knew what that meant… What the hell was he doing?! The gates aren’t powered! How are they supposed to do gens with their hands tied behind their backs and with their dicks out?!
But surprisingly, he was right. The match did end, and the Entity released them from their bindings and sent them on the long walk back to the survivor’s camp, where silence was met with reluctant stuttering from Dwight, which was met with more silence…
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