⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 robin buckley and nancy wheeler 𓂃 ⋆ who just wanna hear you scream.
summary · ghostfaces moved through shadows with knives in their hands and grins they knew you couldn't see. dangerous, unsafe, and evil—until they met you, that is. you knew they were bad, but they felt so good. you wanted to think they were sweet, but they were killers... right?
watch out · ghostface!ronance, fem!reader, praise, lesbian, sapphic, nsfw, smut, fanart @m1lkywaves, teasing, old draft I finally finished, bleeding, knives, not very dark don't worry, ⋆˚࿔ inspired by bleed by Gunnr.
october 31, 1996 marked the seventh and final day of the recent murdering spree in woodsboro, california.
you were just an ordinary highschool student. well were, because that was how every horror story started. a senior, an academic weapon, and solitary—not out of alienation but out of the want for peace and quiet.
that was why when two masked figures broke into your house you had no one to call except the police. there was no boyfriend climbing through your window and not walking through the front door because your dad hated him, and there were no girl friends giggling in your bed, painting their nails with you, and gossiping.
no one to help.
luckily for you, it wasn't your life they wanted.
"get the fuck away from me!" you shouted, voice wavering slightly as you held one of your father's empty wine bottles and backed up until you bumped into the dresser in the living room. you'd cut yourself with it grabbing it, and you'd sworn the moment you had the killers in front of you had adopted a sort of... primal hunger or need for you.
"awww, don't be that way. look. I know this is... scary, but I'm not gonna hurt you. we're, not gonna hurt you." the left killer said. they were women you realized, and it confused you just long enough to be distracting and allow the one on the right to grab the bottle from you.
"yeah, that typically does throw people off. the whole female thing," she said, performing a flourish with the bottle before placing it on the kitchen island, "but anyway, we do have business with you—"
"very, very, important business with you," the other husked, the smile on her face audible in her voice.
fuck. two against one, and you'd just stupidly lost the only weapon nearby. maybe you could try and play the acceptance card? you'd play any card to get away from them.
and so you did.
"what kind of business?" you smiled sweetly, stood tall, and loosened your body. they detensed. you smiled wider.
good. it was working.
"well we've been watching you for a very," a step, "very," another, "long time." even through the mask you swore your eyes met hers.
"yeah? and why is that?" you asked cautiously.
instead of using her words, she pulled her mask off, revealing herself to be none other than nancy wheeler and kissing you. it was firm, but soft enough you could pull away. if you'd have wanted to.
the truth was, you'd had a crush on nancy wheeler and robin buckley since freshman year. nancy was far too popular for you to be comfortable just walking up to, and robin was always there on second then disappearing the next, and with the year being 1996 you knew nothing was going to happen. clearly, and thankfully, you were wrong.
"you weren't supposed to take that off, nancy," the killer who was still masked sighed. as if the universe had heard your wishes and personally took on the weight of making them come true, she too took the white ghastly expression off to reveal robin buckley in the flesh.
what was going on?
robin ruffled her hair a little bit, and you and nancy pulled away from each other to catch your breath.
you looked between them both, then looked at the floor, and let out a breath you didn't know you were holding.
"wow," you laughed in disbelief, "I thought you both were gonna kill me and, and you just kissed me."
it was silent for a moment.
"we said we weren't gonna hurt you," robin rolled her eyes despite the smile crawling onto her lips.
"exactly. just do a little bit of this." suddenly the pads of nancy's fingers were beneath your shirt and grazing your stomach. you shivered a little at how cold they were, but she only chuckled and pressed a kiss to your neck.
you weren't sure how because of the lust and adrenaline filled daze you'd been put in, but you'd ended up in your bedroom completely naked. robin kneeled at the foot of the bed with her hands prying your thighs open, and nancy was seated on your face.
"now, you want this right?" nancy asked firmly.
you nodded your head frantically.
"and you know what we're about to do?"
you nodded again, more eager.
"and you're feeling okay?"
god, why were they taking so long when all you wanted them to do was just fuck you?
"oh, we're eager, are we?"
you blinked. "did I say that out loud?"
as opposed to responding and chastising you with cruel words, they mutually decided that the best punishment for your impatience would be railing you so hard you saw stars.
as soon as robin licked up your cunt and nancy humped your face, you were crying out into the wet, creamy cunt of the girl above you.
"gosh, you're a natural." nancy moaned. meanwhile, robin grunted and groaned as she lapped up drop after drop of your slick, nosing up your pussy and brushing your clit every now and then.
every time she made a noise the vibration went straight to your core, and every time nancy ground down into you you swore she was the best thing you'd ever tasted.
despite how hard you'd been trying to, you didn't last forever and with a few suckles to your clit and "good girl"s from nancy you were practically screaming as you thrashed while your orgasm rammed into you.
like a chain reaction, nancy came too, her juices coating your entire face while robin kept licking and sucking and god she was so good.
"robin," you whined as she continued her assault on your clit even after the waves of pleasure from your orgasm subsided.
"fuck, gimme one more baby. I just wanna hear you scream one more time for me," she cooed. she was absolutely entranced by the way your sensitive bundle of nerves twitched every time she touched it, and how your pussy was leaking all over the sheets.
I know the whole point of ghostface!robin and nance is that reader never finds out that they’re killers but I can’t help but imagine them revealing the truth. They plan a chase, one of them tiring out the reader and eventually catching up to them but confusion sets in as a second figure wearing the same mask comes into view and poor littler reader can’t rap their head around it all. Things only get worse as the masks come off and reader realizes that it’s the two girls they trust most who have been terrorizing her for months. At that point reader is too confused to protest as the girls coo at her cries and grope her pliant body, they just can’t wait to take their prized possession home for good
that anon about the gloves gave me another ghostface!ronance thought:
it was quiet in Nancy's bedroom. the only sounds were the faint music from the record player and Robin's whines as the reporter cleaned the wound on her leg.
In your last round of Ghostface's trivia game, you had missed one answer. But instead of chasing you immediately, your girlfriends preferred to delay your punishment for the next day, when the dreaded mask appeared on your way back from the gym (they loved watching you run in those shorts). the fun was shortlived though, as your parents had come back to town sooner and they had to leave quickly to avoid witnesses. And in the rush of trying to jump over a fence, Robin tripped.
The drive to the Wheeler house was tense. With your family at home, and Robin's obvious injury, they couldn't visit you, couldn't enjoy what they'd done to you, and what they would do. And with that frustration, there was also the matter of Robin's punishment on both their minds.
"There you go, all done." Nancy said as she put away the first-aid kit.
"Thanks, Nance. I'm sorry for-"
"Save it. Just make sure to keep the bandages out of her sight." She sits on the bed lifts Robin's chin with her fingers, facing her with a softer look. "She might be too scared to suspect us, but we can't be sloppy. Not until we break her completely. Until she's nothing but our dumb little baby who needs us to protect her from her own shadow. Isn't that what we want?"
"Y-yes, of course. So what do we do next?"
"Get rid of her parents. We'll start planning tomorrow." Robin nodded, eager to finally add more bodies to their count.
"Now take your pants off," The brunette continued, her eyes stern once again. "and bend over."
-👻
why am i so into them. why do i want them to cause me severe psychological damage.
R finds something, like black gloves laying around the house while cleaning and asks the girls about them.
Robin panics, saying they are gloves for driving motorcycles or something. And R just shrugs and puts them away.
She does not notice the way Robin looks extremely nervous, how Nancy stares at Robin with danger in the eye.
She does notice that Robin seems to whimper when she sits down later that day, she does however not know that it's because Nancy spanked the poor girl for an hour with no mercy.
Me suddenly in a daily bases: "God Billy sucks doesn't he? He is such an a**hole. Did you know he pushed me the other day? Unbelievable! And have you heard what he did to Max?"
Robin would probably just go ???
And Nancy would realise immediately I know
Might even go to my room in costume after she is done with Billy
in this variation you're a bit smarter than they give you credit for, noticing little things that help you put it all together. but you keep playing dumb bc they like that (and so do you)
however, you star trying to sway their target choices, like, complaining about your cheer captain for putting you in the wrong position, crying bc a teacher gave you a bad grade (they both helped you study so hard for that test!), or worse, casually mentioning that some boy tried asking you out.
when each of their names are mentioned on the town paper, all three of you read proudly. nancy and robin for what they did, and you, for being the one they did it for
but like specifically after you realize it’s them and everything they’ve done and your just to attached to them to care they’re all you have left and there must be a reason they did what they did they just love you so much
and this just drives them (specifically nancy) wild it’s like the final step in their manipulation of you you’re finally under they’re full control and maybe even somewhere along the line you start to help them of course you too fragile to do any of the dirty work but you’re their little helper cleaning the weapons and getting proper information on the victims
them fucking you while covered in blood and asking if “you liked watching mommy and daddy end someone’s life” your just their cute little toy for them to take care of and play with mad you’re just so happy to have protection and love you don’t even care what they do it’s a perfect combo and i am sick-🐁
