You wake up cold in the middle of the night. You grope around behind you to find the blanket and reclaim some of it from your man. You tug at the blanket, but he's hogging it and you can't get enough to cover yourself. You scoot back against him and grumble that you're cold. He drapes it over you and spoons you. You're too sleepy to notice the fabric is smooth and different, or that his arms are bigger. Everything's bigger. He's warm. You drift off in his arms, wrapped in his robe, and your boyfriend’s body is getting cold on the bedroom floor.
hiii~ how do you feel about writing something about ghostface x reader (either billy or danny) inspired by "sweet serial killer" or "queen of disaster" or thag line from cinnamon girl "if he's a serial killer then what's the worst that can happen to a girl who is already hurt?" IDK I JUST WANT LANA DEL REY FT GHOSTFACE 😭
𓆩♱𓆪 sweet serial killer.
ghostface! billy loomis x fem! reader
INSPO. happiness is a butterfly by lana del rey | “if he’s a serial killer then what’s the worst that can happen to a girl who’s already hurt?”
WARNING. mentions of gore and violence. yandere billy. ghostface breaking into her house. manipulative behavior. fluff! no smut in this one :>
A/N. so sorry anon, this came in so late >< but i hope you like it !!
for a whole week, y/n has done nothing but cry and mourn the loss of her best friend, casey becker. she’s avoided coming to school cause the poor girl couldn’t stand not being able to see her in the hallways. no, she couldn’t bear it, even after her friends have insisted on her being there.
billy and stu were so determined to keep her company, always showing up with new movie rentals and her favorite comfort foods. they hated seeing the poor girl so broken, even if one of them do believe casey deserve what she got for constantly stealing y/n's attention away from him.
but no matter what billy and stu did, it was never enough to fill the void. the horrific image of her best friend's intestines strung around the tree outside her house haunted y/n. who would honestly do such a sick and cruel thing?
y/n sobbed uncontrollably at the thought, her body trembling as she wrapped herself tighter in her (fav color) fleece blanket. she curled up on the couch, her knees drawn to her chest, feeling small and utterly alone. the dim glow of the tv cast flickering shadows on the walls, reflecting off the tear tracks on her cheeks, her eyes swollen and her nose red and runny.
it was already 1:00 a.m. on a saturday, and she remained wide awake in the dimly lit living room, staring blankly at the romcom billy had picked out for her. the lighthearted scenes on the screen felt like a mockery of her current state. but at least it kept her company.
her parents were out of town, too busy sailing away in some vacation beach while their daughter was drowning herself in her own misery. she would never admit it to her friends but it does get lonely isolating herself in her house. and it’s even more frightening to think that whoever killed her best friend still hasnt been caught. besides, who knows? she might be next—
suddenly, a loud ring pierced the quiet, making y/n jump slightly from her position.
who the hell would be calling at such an ungodly hour? the muffled noise from the tv only added to the eerie silence that she was now acutely aware of as the phone continued to ring incessantly.
with a slight pout, she realized the phone wasn’t going to answer itself. and so she mustered all her courage and stood from the couch. it was most likely just her parents checking in; they must be worried sick after hearing the news about the masked killer.
her soft knee-high socks touched the cold hardwood floor as she carefully padded toward the sound. realizing it was coming from the kitchen, she drew closer, the ringing growing louder with each step.
the kitchen was quieter and darker, the only light coming from the moon casting a glow through the window. with trembling hands, she reached out and picked up the phone situated on top of the counter, her pulse quickening at the unknown caller's silence on the other end.
"…hello?" her soft, timid voice asked as she waited for a response.
“hello, y/n.” the voice was low and gravelly, y/n fought hard not to end the call right then and there.
“w-who is this?”
“i’ll answer your question only if you answer mine first.”
y/n face twisted with confusion but she didn’t think too much about it. this is probably just a silly prank call, nothing serious.
“okay… what’s your question?”
the stranger paused a few seconds before finally asking, “what’s your favorite scary movie?”
“i-i’m not really a fan of scary movies.” was the only reply y/n could come with cause it’s true. she despised them. plus, if anything, the recent events had only intensified her aversion to them.
“that’s ashame, never even seen a single one?” the voice prodded.
“nuh uh,” the girl shook her head even if she knew that the stranger obviously couldn’t see her right now.
the voice chuckled softly, “cute.”
“i already answered your question, so answer mine.” she doesn’t know where the courage to say that came from but she immediately bit down on her lip in fear of sounding too confrontational.
“that’s right! and here’s your answer, sweetheart,” the call ends abruptly and all she’s left with is the beeping noise of the telephone.
furrowing her brows, she slowly puts the device back down onto the charging station, unsure of what to make of the conversation. but she decides to push it out of her mind as she backs slowly from the where the phone was.
but suddenly, a hand clamped tightly over her mouth, cutting off her gasp. her eyes widened in shock as she felt a sharp metal press threateningly against her throat.
“make a sound and i’ll gut you up just like your poor best friend.” the voice behind whispered menacingly.
y/n couldn’t stop the flood of tears from pouring as she felt the arm around her and the solid chest behind her guide her out of the kitchen. a warm breath brushed against the back of her ear and down the side of her exposed neck as she weakly tried to clutch onto the hand that was still holding the knife.
of course, billy wasn’t actually going to cut her up. he wouldn’t even place a single scar on the poor girl’s skin. he just needed to threaten her enough to make sure she complied with whatever he wanted. and right now what he wanted was to guide her back to where she was and keep her wrapped possessively in his arms.
“i’m going to let go of your mouth now, sweetheart. but you better not scream, understood?” he warned carefully.
he unwrapped his hand from her mouth, revealing her flushed cheeks and tear-streaked face. billy couldn’t help but pause to admire her vulnerable appearance as she weakly leaned against his chest, her angelic eyes brimming with tears and wetting her fluttery lashes.
her pouty, petal-soft lips looked so dangerously tempting. in that moment, billy felt a primal urge to claim them, to stain them with his blood soaked violence, a violence so diametrically opposed to her sweet innocence.
but he couldn’t bring himself to taint her with his darkness—not when she looked so fragile and dainty in his arms.
Summery: Billy and Stu have been planning these murders for quite some time. Everything is going to plan until you show up. What happens when they meet someone who is just as mentally deluded as they are?
Pairing: poly!ghostface x fem!reader
Warnings for this series: murder, blood, smut (will be more in depth on smut chapters), power dynamics, a dash of sexism, knives, stalking, perverse behavior, cheating,
Part 1
It was the sleepover you never had. Although there was no pillow fights and a little too much Tom Cruise, you had the best time you've had in a while. "God you sound like Billy." Sydney laid back in her bed toying with her hair nervously. "I'm sorry, I'm not trying to be hateful. It's not just scary movies either, you haven't seen any classics?" Tatum snickered throwing her stuffed animal in the air, catching it as it fell back down. "Well you haven't seen any new movies. It's like for the past 6 years you've been locked in grandmas basement."
"Maybe you're right." You sat on the floor organizing your bag. "Do you have any songs or movies you like that your dad or someone else in your family doesn't like?" Sydney asked genuinely curious. You thought about it for a second but your silence answered the question for them. "You've been totally brainwashed babe." Tatum quipped in a way that made you feel a little ashamed. "Y/n there's nothing wrong with liking the things you do, but you should be doing it because you like it and not because someone else does."
"Yeah you need to take notes from Syd here. She is thee feminist. Billy and her have been dating for over a year and she still hasn't slept with him." The brown haired girl looked upset at her friend's honesty. "What'd I say wrong? I wish I could do what you do. I know If I left Stu to his own devices he would just find someone else to help him out." You looked to the floor ready to throw up at a moments notice. That's what this was. You weren't special. Billy took an interest in you because he thought you would put out unlike his girlfriend. "Y/n?"
"I should break up with my boyfriend." You said flatly, all the moisture from your mouth disappeared at the realization. "Huh?" Sydney asked confused by the switch up but Tatum however was your number one cheerleader. "Hell yeah kick that bastard to the curb! What did he do?" Dylan wasn't even that good of a boyfriend back home you weren't sure why he wanted to keep things long distance. This whole discussion though made you want to change some things. "He still lives back home and I just really want to start over now."
You rang up your boyfriend and called it quits. The yelling on the phone was a surprise but Tatum quickly took the phone from you saying something you weren't really sure you were allowed to repeat. Sleeping in a house that wasn't your's was hard especially when you kept thinking about the two men you knew a little too well. Sunday morning was a blur, it consisted of cereal, the news going on about the murders, and school gossip. Eventually you and the girls made it back to Tatum bedroom.
"Hello you must be Y/n." The cop held out his hand for you to shake, which you did. "I'm Dewy." He said. His awkward presence was somehow comforting. "Ew dipshit don't flirt with my friends." Tatum complained making Sydney crack a smile. Red sprinkled his cheeks as he tried to defend himself. "You're fine. It's nice to meet you, Dewy. So you're a cop?" You point to the badge just trying to make conversation. "Here we go." Tatum whispered and Dewy smiled. "I'm actually a deputy." He tapped his badge with pride.
"He's just like Arnold Schwarzenegger... In kindergarten cop." Tatum made fun of him again almost making you crack a smile. "I think it's cool." He looked over at Sydney noticing her quietness. "How are you Syd?" She nodded with a fake smile. "Yesterday was hard so today has to be better." Dewy nodded. "I'm sorry to hear about your grandparents." Tatum's brother looked at you as he spoke. The word "grandparents" made you look up. "Oh um... Thanks." You weren't quite sure what the appropriate response to that was. "I'm going to use the bathroom." You excused yourself leaving the three of them together.
"Why would you bring that up?" Tatum scolded. "What happened to her grandparents?" Sydney asked. Dewy leaned on the door frame looking down the hallway making sure you were out of ear shot. "They committed suicide together. Both of them took a handful of sleeping pills, and she found them." The two girls felt bad hearing the information. Tatum remembered a commotion happening at the house down the street but she never knew what exactly had happened. Just that you moved in shortly after.
You walked back to the bedroom once you dried your face off from the water you threw onto your skin. "Well I've got to get going. Do you girls need anything?" He asked and everyone said no. Dewy left with a wave shutting the door behind him. "Sorry he's not very socially aware." Tatum apologized but you just nodded. "It's fine. Really." They didn't believe you but they dropped the discussion anyhow.
The day went on with Tatum doing your nails and trying on half the clothes you brought over. You offered Sydney to join in but she declined. Later on you and Sydney talked about what books you had read which Tatum was not interested in at all. It was much harder keeping them two entertained than it was with Billy and Stu. There didn't seem to be much common ground between the girls. You slept much easier than the night previous. Maybe you were finally settling in.
"Wake up girls." Tatum's mom beat on the door making everyone but Tatum jump up. You groaned as Sydney went to wake up her friend. You pulled a pair of bell-bottoms from your bag along with an old band shirt. It wasn't what you'd normally wear to school but you didn't have the time nor energy to doll yourself up. "I like the grunge look on you." You felt partially offended by Tatum's compliment because there was nothing "grunge" about your look. The outfit consisted of jeans, a shirt, no makeup, paired with hair you hadn't had the chance to fix.
"You look comfortable." Sydney chirped meaning well. Their back handed compliments made you want to crawl in a hole. You sat down with the girls in the kitchen, quickly eating breakfast before Dewy came to take you to school. You offered to just get your car but Dewy refused saying he was fine to drive. The thought about skipping the day completely had crossed your mind multiple times.
The moment the car stopped at school you said goodbye to your friends. "I've got to go grab some things from my locker I'll catch you at lunch." You didn't give them time to protest. Unfortunately for you Stu was at your locker waiting patiently for your appearance. "Yo Betty Crock- Pants?" You weren't in the mood for either one of their antics. "You look lovely today." He said like a kid with a crush. Stu swayed back and forth on his heels waiting for you to acknowledge his existence. "Did I do something wrong?" You slammed your locker shut making him jump.
"I'll take that as a yes." You turned to walk away but it never did any good with Stu. "I can't fix this if you don't tell me what's wrong." You stopped, looking at him with tears stinging your eyes. "We can't do this Stu." You pulled him to the side out of everyone's way. "You and Billy are my friends." The emphasis on friends made his heart shrink a little. "I would hope so after everything-" He tried to crack a joke to make you laugh but he didn't realize you felt like the joke was on you. "Would you just listen!" You cut him off grabbing the attention of some bystanders. You waited a moment for people to pass by before speaking.
"This cannot happen. Me, you, and Billy, can no longer happen. No more hanging out at my place, no more ambushing me in public bathrooms," He smiled at that not being able to take a single thing seriously. "No more hanging around at my locker. Tatum and Sydney are sweet girls who don't deserve what we did to them. As long as they are in the picture I'm not going to be, understand?" The bottom line was you weren't a plaything and you weren't a homewrecker. Stu however took it the way he wanted to.
"I understand. I'm sorry if we overstepped." You were ready for him to get on one knee and embarrass you into forgiving him. This was a nice change. "Thank you Stu." He smiled. "Will you still hang with us at lunch?" Damnit. "No Stu, I won't. I've got to make new friends. Since day one all I've known is you and Billy. And now that I've gotten to know Sydney and Tatum, I realized I need my own thing." The bell rung ending the conversation prematurely. "See ya Stu."
"Shit, Shit, Shit," Stu repeated the word over and over like a small prayer. He walked the halls quickly finding Billy's first period class. Stu waved like a mad man trying to get his friend's attention through the window. "May I go to the bathroom?" Billy asked already getting up from his seat. "You may Mr. Loomis." The boy wasn't too happy with the sudden distraction. "This better be good." Billy started walking towards the bathroom with Stu in tow.
"Y/n is dropping us." Billy stopped in his tracks at the confession. Calmly he took a breath saving his anger for a secluded spot. He picked of his feet once again heading towards the restroom. Stu was terrified not only of losing you but also of his friends short fuse. The moment the bathroom door was locked he exploded. "What the fuck do you mean?" Billy cursed as he pushed open each stall checking for anyone. "She said it was wrong what we were doing to Tatum and Syd and as long as they were in the picture she wasn't going to be." Billy grabbed Stu's shirt by the collar. "This shit wouldn't have happened if you didn't call Sydney the other night."
He pushed his friend backwards letting Stu's back hit the wall. "How many times do I have to tell you I didn't do it man?" Billy didn't believe him. Stu was always doing something he shouldn't be. "We'll go back to our plan. Do everything exactly the same way just a little later than we hoped." Billy breathed out thinking of how to pull this off. "Syd's mom's anniversary was Saturday."
"You think I don't know that dipshit?" He pointed in Stu's face. Running his hands through his hair he tried to calm down. "Neil killed Casey and Steve on Wednesday night. That's when he told Syd he was leaving town." Stu just nodded along listening to Billy. "With all the publicity of the murders he wasn't able to kill anyone's else so he calls his daughter Friday night."
"How does he know she's with Tatum?" Billy paced back and forth. "Neil's been stalking her because she's his next victim. He sees Syd leave his house with Tatum. Anyway he scares the shit out of his daughter Friday night laying low till Monday. Ghostface will make a guest appearance today to meet Syd. Himbry will have to close shop because of the killer. You'll tell everyone you're throwing a party to celebrate the break. Invite Syd and Tatum since Y/n is such good friends with them now she'll have to go with them."
It was like watching a genius at work. Stu really believed Billy could pull it off. "Neil kills Himbry. They went to school together back in the day it could be old revenge. At the party I'll take care of Tatum first but you'll have to send her to the garage and make sure no one goes with her." Billy looked at Stu waiting for him to promise to do his job. "Yes Sir." Billy looked at his boots piecing together the rest of the puzzle. "Neil kills Tatum after that I show up to apologize for being a shitty boyfriend. I'll take Syd up to your room that's where you'll have to "kill" me. You'll grab Sydney and bring her to the kitchen. We'll reveal everything blow her daddy's brains out and then Syd is the cherry on top of a really fucked up cake."
It was a good plan in Stu's eyes. "Where does that leave Y/n?" Billy smiled "She's going to rescue us. Neil's dead and so is his daughter. We've been stabbed left for dead but poor Y/n comes along and calls the cops helping us live to see another day. All we have to do is hit her hard enough to keep her out for awhile. Which means before I show up late I'll need you to get her alone in a room. I'll show up dressed in black and knock her unconscious. You'll go back to the party and I'll show up fashionably late."
"I could kiss you." Stu said happily throwing out his arms. "Don't make me stab you early." Billy threatened. Stu's smile dropped. "Now I'm going back to class I'll see Syd later today just keep being your bubbly self. You got that?" Stu nodded happy everything was going to work out after all.
"It was just some sick fuck having a laugh." Tatum tried to convince Sydney. "She's right Syd I mean those assholes were running up and down the hallways with masks." Sydney shook her head at you sure of what she saw. "It was him. I know it." You walked down the steps right next to your friends. "From now on you are not to be alone. You pee, I pee." Tatum added. Stu ran up spouting some gibberish giving you and the girls a flower. "Darling, I don't know what you did Sydney but on behalf of the entire student body we say thank you!"
Tatum tapped her boyfriend with the flower. "Stop it Stu." She gritted trying to tone down his behavior. "You know I say," He picked Tatum up throwing her over his shoulder. The very cute display made you advert your eyes. You didn't know why you were upset this is exactly what you asked him to do. But it still somehow felt he was going out of his way to upset you.
"Impromptu party tonight, my house. To celebrate this little scare storm, what do ya say?" You and Sydney kept walking while Stu trailed behind. "Are you serious?" Sydney questioned the insane kid. "Parents are out of town." He smacked Tatum's ass causing her to sqeek with a laugh. "If this little vixen doesn't invite the whole world we'll be fine. Mix in with the gathering, mix in with friends." He sat Tatum down letting her talk to Sydney.
You watched Stu trying hard to convince Sydney to go. "What do you say Syd? I mean Pathos could have it's perks. Y/n's never been to one of Stu's parties." Tatum said dragging you into it. "I don't really have party clothes plus what if the killer is there?" You questioned. "I'll totally protect you. Yo I am so buff, I got you covered girl." Tatum laughed at her boyfriend. Sydney whined not liking the idea at all. "I mean come on Syd. For me? It could be fun." Stu proceeded to kiss Tatum's neck bringing back all too fresh memories. "Okay, whatever." Tatum squealed.
"Nice!" Stu said "Make sure you girls bring some food when you come over." Stu left you and your friends to go run off somewhere. "I think I'm just going to head home for tonight." Sydney piped up. "No way. If I'm going you have to go." You threw your head back with a groan. "I don't even have clothes for a party." Tatum spun around. "Now that I can help with."
You raised your hand in protest. "You're not dressing me up like a prostitute." Sydney smiled knowing exactly how Tatum would've dressed you. "You're no fun." Tatum teased as you walked back to Dewy's car. Sydney looked at the ground while you and Tatum discussed what you'd wear. Something wasn't sitting right with her but she wasn't sure what it was.
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KEN YOU'RE MY DANNY JOHNSON QUEEN AND I MUST HAVE YOU WRITE ANGST FOR MY BOY .. but with comfort too .. im not that strong. CONSIDER THAT, danny and reader have kinda of an estabilished thing, but in a particular stressful trial day, danny doesn't want to talk to reader, he just wants the ol' killing spree, which makes him say some nasty stuff to reader when they try to approach, NOW, because of that, reader doesn't go meet him in the border again, and worse yet, they arent falling in any trials together, so hes like "WHAT DO I DO NOW?"
i know you're probably full of works now so please feel free to deny or take all the time you need with this request, you always come first! love ur blog ^_^
“I’m Sorry…” || Danny Johnson
Ahhhhh I had so much fun with this! I decided to write this mostly from Danny’s pov, and how he felt about the situation. So, just gonna say Danny is very much ooc, but it doesn’t matter because this was really sweet and Danny’s totally a softie under that mask.
GN! Reader, Warnings: None, angst with fluff at the end.
Well.. shit. Danny hadn’t meant to say that to you. You’re the first person in a very long time that Danny’s ever loved, so you should expect some mistakes…right? No. That wasn’t fair. Danny needed to apologize. Danny would never try to hurt you, and seeing you cry tears that he caused left him with a pain far worse than the entity’s punishments.
It all started because Danny was having some rough trials, and when you tried to comfort him he lashed out at you and said some terrible things. You never hurt him. In fact, you were trying to help him! Danny felt like such a fool. Here he was, a sadistic murderer, with such a perfect, innocent partner who loved him unconditionally—even if he was a killer.
“Hey, Danny… Are you alrigh-“ He never even let you finish your question before he shoved past you, not even bothering to face you as he yelled: “Don’t you have teammates to sandbag?! I don’t have time for this shit right now. You’re lucky I let you live.”
Danny didn’t even feel that guilty after he said it either. It wasn’t until he noticed you crying that he realized just what he had said. You helped your teammates whenever you could, it was Danny who wouldn’t chase or hook you. He wouldn’t even injure you. If a survivor dared to say anything bad about you, Danny had them dead within minutes. You must have felt so confused, so hurt when he snapped at you.
It wasn’t long after the trial that Danny found himself basically running to the survivor-killer border. If you were there, Danny would apologize so many times that he’d lose his voice. He’d even let you say whatever you wanted to him—though you probably wouldn’t say anything that Danny hasn’t already said to himself. If you weren’t there, he’d wait until a trial. Sure, Danny would suffer every second that he didn’t get to own up for what he said, but he felt like that was another punishment for his idiocy.
When Danny arrived at the border, he began calling out for you so frantically that if any of the other killers or survivors saw him they’d think he finally lost his mind. You weren’t at the border, and you never responded to any of Danny’s calls. Danny ripped his mask off in frustration and tossed it down onto the cold, hard ground. His eyes felt watery, and his lip quivered as he took in a shaky breath. Danny never cried, and he wasn’t going to now. This whole situation was his fault, and throwing a pity party would get him nowhere. So, hurling a few insults towards himself, Danny picks his mask up and slips it back on.
Each trial Danny had, he searched for you. You weren’t in a single one. For the first time in a long time, Danny was lost. What could he do if he couldn’t see you? He checked the border constantly, but each time you were never there. Danny was ready to ask random survivors about you, and if you were okay. That was his plan until his very next trial.
Danny’s eyes open, and he finds himself in snowy realm of Mount Ormond Resort. Immediately, Danny began to look for you. The image of you crying wouldn’t leave his head, and even when he did finally apologize, he’d still feel guilty for a while. No amount of sacrifices or murder-selfies can make Danny feel okay about what happened.
The first survivor he spotted was Meg, who was oblivious to Danny’s presence. Next he found Thalita and Adam, who had spotted Danny and ran. There was still no sign of you. Danny was hopeful this time, however. Ormond was your favorite realm, you loved the snow.
Danny had searched almost the entire map, and you were nowhere to be seen. He was now headed to the very corner of the map he had yet to check. Behind the mask, that constantly displayed the gaping mouth and eyes of a ghost, was a man who had never felt so nervous or afraid in his life. It was crazy how much you had changed him. Normally, Danny loved to make people cry. He loved to instill fear into people before ruthlessly killing them. But now, at least when it came to you, Danny couldn’t stand it.
As Danny approaches the edge of the realm, he can hear a generator being worked on. There was no way any of the survivors he’s already seen could get here in time to have the generator this far completed. So, with a deep breath, Danny turns the corner.
“Danny..?” It was you. Everything Danny had planned to say had been tossed out of the window as he threw his knife and mask to the ground and engulfed you in a tight hug. Despite how angry you wanted to be, you couldn’t help but melt into his arms and listen to him as he apologized over and over.
“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry, Y/n. I would never kill you. Ever. I’m so stupid for saying that and I-“ Danny pauses and takes in a shaky breath, burying his face in your neck. His voice now muffled, he continues, “You should be with someone who treats you better, who isn’t a fucking murderer.”
You nudge Danny off of you, taking his shaking hands in yours. You look up to meet his gaze, his eyes were glazed over, and despite how much he tried to hide it, you could tell he was close to tears. He felt horrible. A part of you had a feeling he would, since he practically melts whenever he’s around you, but seeing this side of Danny was still rare. He truly cared, and moments like these were when you knew. You could see the real Danny. The one who was terrified that you would never forgive him. The Danny who knew what he said was wrong, and is now doing whatever he can to make it right.
“Dan, while what you said was really asshole-ish of you, I’m not gonna hold a grudge for it. I never went to the border because every time I got close to it, the entity sent me back to the campfire. I can tell you really didn’t mean what you said. I don’t want anyone else, only you. I love you.”
Danny was speechless. You… forgive him? “Y/n, I promise I’ll never say anything like that to you ever again. I love you too, and I’m sorry I act like a dick all the time.” You chuckle, Danny’s brows scrunching as he stared at you with a confused look on his face.
“I said I forgive you, dummy. You sound like a broken record.” You joke, finally cracking a smile from Danny. “Seriously though, I couldn’t ask for anyone better than you, Danny Johnson.”
Danny doesn’t respond, instead, he cups your face in his gloved hands and kisses you. The kiss was passionate, and it painted Danny completely the opposite from how others perceived him. And, without even opening his mouth, Danny spoke to you through his actions. The hand cupping your face, the other hand threading through your hair… it told you everything:
“I love you too.”
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Can we get a part two? Precipitation ghostface x reader?
Tbh I wasn't planning on making a part 2 so this is just short smut with little plot :)
Ghostface x F! Reader
Smut, Fluffy February, Short Ramble
Part 1
Precipitation 2#
Almost as if he was jerking off outside your front door, the doorbell rang. You tumbled out of the bed, making a quick stop by your vanity.
Your hair was frazzled in the back, legs slightly stiff, and lips an irritated red (probably from how much you've been biting them). You straightened out the ripples of pink silk.
The lingerie underwear was holding a puddle. You squirmed uncomfortably, cold cum was smeared against your folds and sticking to the lace fabric. The doorbell rang once more, Ghost was getting impatient.
You swallowed, quickly fixing your appearance before answering the door. His looming damp figure made you fidget with your exposed skin.
"Hi" You muttered, closing the door to keep the cold weather out. "Don't act so shy" His leather glove ghosted your jaw, trailing down to your neck. His fingers closed around the sensitive skin.
With his free hand, he pushes the narrow white mask up, just given a view of his lips. His tongue darted into your mouth, making you gag from the force.
Your back was pressed into the wall. The growing tent in Ghostface's pants touched your inner thigh. You moaned into the kiss, your fingers grasping at his broad shoulders.
His hands squeezed your ass, bringing you up into his hold. He wobbled, focused on taking your breath away with his lips. You wrapped your legs around his waist, moving desperately over his bulge.
He carried you back into your room, dropping you on the scattered sheets. Your hair fanned around your face. Ghost bent down, your skin gathered between his teeth.
The supple flesh was damp with his saliva. Deficient maroon-purple hickeys traced around your neck to your collar bone. "Please" You shuddered, underneath his weight.
The teasing made the slickness between your folds grow. "Who's Alex?" His deep voice vibrated over your sore membrane. The reminder of your short on and off fixation with the guy slowed down time.
"Ghost, please" You groaned, lifting your hips to rub against his pants. His fingers digged into your thighs, spreading them apart. The lace hem of the undergarments was bunched in his hands.
He jerked the soft article off. The cold air wafted over your soaked organ. He bundled the cloth in his hand, tucking it inside his back pocket.
"Did he fuck you?" His raspy voice was laced with jealousy. He unbuckled his belt, eyes trained on your expression for dishonesty. "Alex doesn't matter" You sighed, glancing down at his chiseled abs.
"Answer me" Ghost gathered your wandering hands, putting them over your head. His breath was on your lips. The mindless black eyes cast a shadow over his real ones. "No" You muttered, a lump formed in your throat.
"You're mine, don't forget that" The satisfaction in his tone was poorly hidden. He nudged the mask up again, taking in your lips. You gasped at the sharp effort.
You were in a tight trance, unable to break away from the comfort of his heavy hands cupping your cheek. The long feeling of being filled up struck through your veins. Ghostface chuckled at your unwarned gasp.
You clenched around his shaft, fluids coating excreting from your hole. You mumbled a string of curses, your nails dug into his back.
Your heels pressed into his back. Burning pigment hatching over your skin. Ghost didn't waste time pounding into you mercilessly. His name left your mouth like a dirty Bible verse.
Ghost could feel himself getting lost in your immediate desperation. Echoing smacking flesh bounced around the room. Sloppy moans and mixing fluids ringed inside your ears. Your words and pants were an easy drug to Ghostface.
He tugged your thighs closer, reaching a deeper thrust into your gummy walls. "It feels good, pretty girl?" Ghost chuckled, sliding 2 fingers down your tongue. The saliva wrapped around his digits. You bit back a smart remark, gathering a ball of fluffy covers in your hands.
His cock plunged into your core. The pleasure tickled your nerves. Electricity licked over your surface. Beads of sweat stuck on your hips. The fire engulfs your body in pleasure.
Ghost continued pumping into you. The grip of your spongy flesh sends him into euphoria.
His hand clasped on your slacked jaw. "Want me to cum inside this tight cunt?" Your lips puckered from his grip. The squelch of your pussy swallowing him sounded between the intimate stare.
"Use your words" He pushed your throat back when you tried to nod. "Yes, please Ghost" You whimpered as the cord in your abdomen fastened.
The blanket below you created burning friction underneath your thighs. The soft satin camisole was hiked up your stomach. Your breast bounced with every harsh movement.
"I'm going to- fuck" Ghost squeezed your hips. He crashed his lips onto yours. Drops of white covered the inside of your hole. Cum oozed out as your cultivating pussy.
The hallow rope popped. Static rippled over your body. You bit your bottom lip. Shivers crawled over your back towards your legs.
Your body went limp after sensitivity washed back. Ghostface pumped mixed fluids and sticky substances back into your trembling crevice. "You make me feel so good, darling" He muttered, taking a deep inhale of your essence.
His face slumped in the crook of your neck. When your chest fell back into its normal breathing state. "Can you stay?" You mumbled, arms connecting around his neck.
"Was planning to anyways" He snickered, sucking at the raw flesh of your neck.
Home Yn didn't know what home was or where it was anymore, not since her boyfriend vanished without a trace, besides a note saying he'd be back for her, but that was almost a year ago, and the killings had ended, at least in Roseville. She knew it was him, that he was ghostface, but she never said anything.
Yn sat on her couch, recalling all the times she and Jed, no Danny, had cuddled or watched movies on it. She felt insane, it wasn't normal to love a killer, even Google said that maybe Danny didn't really love her and was using her as a cover up, or maybe Yn was just stupid.
Perhaps Yn needed help and should seek help from a therapist or something 'meow'. Yn felt a weight on her lap and looked down at her old cat, a grey Persian with a white patch of fur running across its right eye, almost like a scar. She and Danny had found him in an alley and chose to name him. Michael Meowers.
"I don't know what I'm supposed to do Danny," Yn said as her dog approached her on the couch. Did Yn name her dog after her ex-boyfriend and a murder? Yes, but that didn't matter. Danny licked Yn's palm as he glanced up at her. Danny's face reminded Yn a lot of Danny's ghostface mask, which had black around his eyes and a black stripe running from his nose to his eyes.
Danny leapt up and began barking at the front door after a loud thud came from Yn's front door, causing her to jump and Michael to run. "Danny enough," Yn hissed as she tugged on his spiked collar. "How did you know it was me," a voice shouted from the other side of the door, causing Yn to stiffen. "Come babe, open the door, I'm cold."
Yn remained motionless, her heart pounding against her chest. "Yn darling," he said. Yn gripped the collar tighter before letting go and opened the door "Danny" "hello sweetheart" Danny began to growl and bark at Danny and stood in between Yn and Danny "Danny stop barking" Danny sat and gazed up at her, prompting Yn to get down on her knees and throw her arms around his furry neck. "It's ok Danny, that's my good boy," Yn muttered.
Danny stood there watching as Yn cuddled her dog Danny? "You named a dog after me, how cute princess," he said with a smirk. "Shut up and remove that stupid smirk off your face before I smack it off your face," Yn said. "How dare you leave me here for a year alone," Yn shouted before standing up and pushing him against the wall.
Danny stood there watching as tears welled up in Yn's e/c eyes before flowing down her s/c cheeks, leaving a wet path in their wake. Yn's body shook with sobs as she leant against the wall. Danny swiftly kicked the door shut and hugged Yn, whispering, "I'm here now my dove."
"Fuck you," Yn murmured as she turned around and put her arms around his neck, drawing him closer. One of Yn's hands reached for Danny's long brown hair, pulling on his blonde roots, "I love you too." "I hate you," Yn whispred back, seeing his smirk in her head.
requested by/for: @saiilorrei !! thank you so much for this request and i’m sorry for the wait! thx for reading xx
warnings/notes: bi fem!reader, reader is scared of her bf’s reaction/some insecurity, reassuring billy >:)
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A pair of dark brown eyes catch yours, swirled with frustration, and topped off with two furrowed brows. The silent stare-off lingers a second too long, only cut short when you quickly turn away. You can still hear Stu’s rambles from the same direction -- down the hall -- as he stuffs his unread textbooks into his locker. But, you know Billy’s focus is on you -- the weight of his gaze a familiar pressure crawling up the back of your spine. If you were fast enough, you’d get your things and make it to your next class before he caught up to you.
You weren’t the best at hiding your emotions, and Billy was exceptionally skilled in reading people’s body language. Really, you were lucky to have made it this long before he noticed something was off.
The minute early warning bell sends the students nearby into a frenzy of squeaky sneakers and muttered curses. You can feel Billy approaching quickly, thin frame weaving between the mass of teens speed-walking to their next class. Fewer people part ways for you, and you soon get caught between a couple of loitering jocks, long legs and muscled arms blocking your path.
“Y/N,” Billy calls, exasperated. Unable to move any further, you stay rooted in place, even after the boys in front of you split up into their respective classes. “Jesus, been chasing you around here all day. Can’t you take a hint?” He moves to stand in front of you, his white shirt shifting across his chest as he huffs.
“Billy, I’m gonna be late to class,” you mumble, attempting to side-step him. Obviously, you’re no match for his defense, and he isn’t budging, even when the bell sounds its final ring. “Seriously, I’m gonna be late!”
“Yeah, but first you’re gonna tell me what’s making you act so scared.” You worriedly bite your tongue, trying to hold back the word vomit that threatens to spill. When you glance up, his expression makes you stop. Billy is normally a stern person, and it’s hard to know if he’s angry or not at times. But now, he just looks frightened.
He nervously rubs the back of his neck, shifting his weight between both feet. “I mean… If you’re tryna break up with me or something.” Your eyes immediately widen, and you stammer out a litany of dismissals at that suggestion. His implication is far from the truth, but you understand why he’d come to that conclusion.
“No, no Billy, I promise.” You take his hand in yours, noting his sweaty palms as his fingers desperately interlock your own. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean… I scared you, I’m sorry. I just…” You don’t know how to say it. You’re worried he’ll break up with you, not the other way around.
“Just spit it out,” he urges. “It can’t be that bad.” And you know, considering your relationship, it really isn’t. Billy has exposed sides of himself to you that no one could ever imagine. You see him, and Stu by proxy, in a light that no one else ever will. He’s given you vulnerability when he didn’t need to, and it was time for you to return the favor.
“I like girls,” you admit, voice trailing to a hushed whisper on the last word. A beat of silence fills the hallway, and your surroundings fade into a blur as your nerves take over. Billy breathes a sharp inhale, like he’s about to say something, then quickly thinks better of it. His gaze darts to your intertwined hands, and then back up to your face.
He takes a second, before asking: “only girls?” For a second, you hear the waver in his voice, insecurity tapering off into a tinge of regret; about you, your relationship. He was wrong, of course, but it made you wonder what his reaction would be had you said yes.
“No, not just girls,” you clarify, smiling awkwardly. “I like guys too, like you. Obviously.”
Billy squints, still in partial disbelief. “Obviously...” You squeeze his hand in reassurance, but he can see the hesitation written on your face. “So? Is that...it? You like girls too?” And now you’re actually confused. Wasn’t this a huge announcement?
“Doesn’t that like, weird you out?” you ask.
He lets out an almost invisible sigh of relief, noticeable only from the slight puff of his chest. “That’s what you were worried about?” he jokes, but the growing smile leaves his face when he sees the insecurity in your eyes. “Why would it? I mean, I like girls, right?” You nod, and his thumb brushes over the back of your palm. “Is that weird?”
“No,” you start, “but you’re a-.”
“Loomis!” The harsh and stern voice of an impatient teacher echoes down the hall, the yell of your last name following closely after. “Get to class now, both of you.” Their words are accentuated quickly by a slamming door, and you and Billy both wince. His cheeks are red and he bites his bottom lip to silence an incoming bout of laughter.
“Here, I’ll walk you,” he offers, your hands swinging together between the two of you as Billy takes you down the hall to your second period. He’s about to open the classroom door for you when you stop him, glancing up at him one last time.
“So, you’re not breaking up with me?”
Billy snorts. “Christ, no. Is that what’s really going on in that silly little head of yours?” A slender finger presses into your forehead as he pokes you lightly. “And here I thought you were the smart one in our relationship,” he tsks, before leaning down to peck your cheek.
“Thank you, Billy,” you blurt out, cheeks turning warm at the heartfelt admission.
His lips part into a cheeky grin, as he sends a wink your way. “See you in detention, baby!”
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a/n: god... i felt this..... bi gal here, rlly loved this request. i would’ve made it longer but i think it would’ve seemed forced so AH. also saiilorrei, ur aubrey plaza icon is giving me life!! mwah!! xx
