Dbd Killers reaction to seeing you without underwear
Characters: Ghostface, Pyramid Head, Albert Wesker.
A/N: you are on a trial but you don't have underwear cause life sucks and the entity caught you on a bad moment. Somehow the killers saw it when you end up in front of them.
Masterlist
Ghostface
When he grabbed your foot to drag you to the floor and your shirt rolled up, he froze.
Your tits were in plain site and he got so excited he was glad that he had a mask on.
"My my girl, I didn't konw I could have this kind of a prize."
You took the chance to run off but he kept the rest of the trial running after you.
Now that he knows you can be a really good entertainment, he is not letting you go.
And if he can, he will rip your shirt with his knife.
Pyramid Head
When you fell right in front of him and your skirt rolled up, your ass and cunt were exposed to him.
He had seen naked woman before, mostly in Silent Hill, but this time it felt different.
You were alive and a separated one that he didn't know, and that was curious to him.
You were really scared cause he was not moving and you were certain that he was looking at you.
You put down your skirt and tried to run away.
From the rest of the trial, he kept using his sword and feet to make you fall with hopes of seeing your cunt again.
Albert Wesker
You were running from him and suddently one of his prototype arms wrapped around you.
You were trying to escape and suddently that slimy thing got under your shirt.
"You are very naughty, no bra on a survival game? no wonder why you runned so slow.
You tried to justify yourself even though you didn't need to and he dragged you next to him.
You are now centimeters apart and he is squeezing your body with his mutant arms.
He is inspecting all your features while almost crushing your ribs.
He would not take you to the hook, but he would take you to a branch and leave you there to come back later.
Just imagine Billy flirting with you whenever you're at the same party and Stu always sitting next to you in class, even though you don't bother answering either of them.
The boys can't explain it but they feel you are special. They want to know more about you, to discover you and your secrets.
You, on the other hand, you are not interested in them - or in anyone - because you're a killer and you don't want people to find out what kind of monster you truly are.
Imagine you enjoy to lurke in the shadows when you hear that Ghostface strike again. You like their style and you enjoy how messy the crime scenes are. Sometimes, you even find your own prey near by.
But that one night you catch Billy removing his Ghostface mask. You think he was just a disturbed guy trying to scare off the neighborhood. The next day, you notice Stu is hurt like the news reported Ghostface to be.
So, of course, you decide to follow the two of them to make sure they actually are the killers wandering in town. You are good at hiding in the shadows, and soon enough you discover their secrets.
Imagine becoming interested in them after that because they might finally be people able to understand you. So you start to flirt back with Billy and you start to tease Stu and chat around with them both.
They enjoy the attention and soon enough you become a thing, even if it isn't anything official because it would draw too much attention on the three of you.
Imagine you decide to fuck with them and you start to dress as Ghostface to kill your own victims. The police doesn't understand what is going on as you are killing people who aren't related to Sidney in any way.
Billy and Stu are absolutely losing it as well. In a way, you are helping them but at the same time you are messing up with their plans. You are finding it very funny.
At some point, they decide to put the murders aside to discover who is toying with them like that. But, fuck you're good at hiding and how could they suspect their cute baby girl?
The night they catch you, the three of you in your Ghostface costumes, you're quick to remove your mask before they could hurt you.
"Oh come on, guys, no need to be mad. I was just playing around with the two of you" you pouted
Billy doesn't know if he wants to fuck you or to kill you. Stu perfectly knows he wants to eat you out.
Summary: Your darkest, most secret desires come true, when you wake up to two masked killers standing over you at an otherwise boring party.
Warnings: Dark Fic, Corruption/Innocence Kink, Dumbification Kink, Knifeplay, Unprotected Sex (Use protection irl please), Blood Kink, Mask Kink, Uses of Daddy and Sir, Weed and Alcohol Consumption, Predator/Prey Kink, Dacryphilia, Double Penetration (PiV & Anal), Mentions of death (Of Sidney, Gale, Others Implied, No Major Character Death), Overstimulation, Biting, Humiliation, Praise and Light Degradation, Tummy Bulge, Creampie, Choking, Reader is about as mentally and morally fucked up as Billy and Stu, Billy and Stu are an established couple
Word Count: ~5,300
A/N: Apparently I’m in a writing mood lol, also this is my longest fic I’ve written in one sitting now, fellow ghostface fuckers enjoy :)
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You weren’t sure how your friends managed to convince you to come to this party. Well you did technically, offering free booze and weed while watching horror movies? Count you in. You weren’t anticipating this many people to be here though. You covered yourself a little tighter with your jacket as you tried to focus on the horror movie on screen and Randy’s ramblings about horror movies rules, instead of the crowd of people that seemed to be throughout the house. Taking a sip of your beer, you cringed at the taste. Whoever had bought the beer had obviously opted for the cheapest option, but whatever, as long as it took the edge off your social anxiety.
You sighed in relief as most of the crowd rushed out of the house at the announcement of a body at the school. You wondered vaguely where Tatum had gone, it had been a bit since she’d left the room. Honestly, you were too high and tipsy to really think about it too long though. You glanced at Randy, who was the only one left on the couch with you, he seemed more out of it than you, which surprised you but not by much. You stood up for a moment and stretched, since you’d been on the couch for a while. “Hey, where are you going?” Randy slurred as you headed out of the room. “I’m going to the bathroom real quick,” You replied, careful not to say you’d be right back after his lecture about it earlier. He nodded in response and you headed upstairs to use Stu’s bathroom, you hoped he wouldn’t mind, you two were fairly close friends after all, and you weren’t very keen on using the bathroom downstairs that all the drunk party goers had been using all night.
After using the bathroom, you looked in the mirror as you touched up your makeup. Brushing some smudged eyeliner away, you heard a muffled scream from downstairs. You paused for a second but brushed it off as someone probably getting jumpscared from the scary movie playing downstairs. You sighed as you thought about your friends, you loved them yeah, but they got on your nerves sometimes. Like how they had invited you to this party with so many people, knowing how much you hated big crowds. In your hazy state, as you exited the bathroom, you glanced at Stu’s bed and decided that maybe laying down for a minute would help you decompress a little. Climbing onto the bed, you curled up on your side and let yourself relax for a moment.
Hearing voices nearby, you stirred from your accidental nap. “Look, she’s waking up,” you vaguely heard as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes. The voice didn’t sound familiar, oddly more deep and robotic than any of your friends. “Rise and shine, sleeping beauty,” A similar but not the same voice said as you blinked your eyes open. “Huh?” You replied as you realized you were looking at two people wearing the costume Sidney had described the killer wearing. You tilted your head at that, you were pretty sure it was just your friend group left in the house, and you didn’t think they’d made such a tasteless joke with Sidney around. Though you couldn’t deny the almost unperceivable shiver that ran through you from their masks. “Guys, you might want to make sure Sidney doesn’t see that, she’d freak,” You said as you moved to prop yourself to sit up on the bed. “Sidney, Sidney, doesn’t matter what the whore would think anymore,” One of the two said as confusion crossed your face. “Aw look at that, she doesn’t even realize her friends bodies are laying downstairs,” The other voice teased, and you felt even more confused until you realized the small dots on the face on the masks were red.
Blood, you realized, is what was covering them. As it dawned on you, you scrambled back on the bed until your back hit the bed frame. “Now she gets it,” The first voice chuckled as the second ghostface moved towards the bed, catching one of your ankles in their gloved hand and yanking you further down the bed towards him. You squeaked out in surprise as the ghostface above you chuckled at your reaction. “You’re the one in my bed, little girl, don’t act so surprised,” He teased at your shocked expression. It took you a moment to process, but you realized he had said you were in his bed, meaning the killer above you was- “Stu?” You asked as he chuckled and with his free hand not on your ankle ripped the mask off. “The one and only babydoll,” He said with a chuckle and eyebrow wiggle. Your gaze flickered between Stu and the other ghostface as he came closer to you to join Stu.
“You didn’t need to reveal yourself to her, dumbass,” The still masked ghostface criticized to Stu. Stu rolled his eyes at that. “Yeah, but did you see the look of shock on her face? Worth it,” He explained, and you felt your tummy flutter at the way the two of them talked about you like you weren’t right in front of them. The still masked ghostface studied you before sighing. “C’mon we need to just kill her,” He said as Stu made a boo’ing noise. Your eyes widened at the masked ghostface’s words as the gravity of the situation dawned on you. “And waste the chance of such a pretty thing in my bed?” He whined as the ghostface groaned in annoyance. “Really?” He asked, exasperated, as your gaze flew back to Stu from his previous words. As much as the situation was fucked up, you still felt your cheeks warm at hearing one of your closest friends insinuating he wanted more than just friendship with you. You had always thought him and your friend Billy were hot, but they were both taken.
The gentle massaging from Stu on the ankle brought you back to reality as you realized Stu was looking at you with an expectant and hungry gaze. “She wasn’t even paying attention,” The ghostface commented as your gaze flickered to his mask. “I- ‘M sorry,” You stuttered out in apology, your submissive scared demeanor causing the ghostface to cuss under his breath. “He said, you’ll be good for us if we give you a chance to earn your life, right?” The ghostface reiterated and you nodded rapidly. While yes, you were willing to do whatever you could to save your life, you also couldn’t deny the growing need in your tummy from the situation. “Use your words, pretty girl,” Stu said as you looked up at him with your doe eyes. “Yes, I’ll be good for you two,” You rushed out as you watched Stu’s eyes darken at your eagerness and heard the ghostface groan.
You watched as Stu reached forward with his free hand and caressed your cheek, smudging some blood along your face. You leaned into his touch as your eyes fluttered shut before feeling something cold and sharp trace along your collar bone. Snapping your eyes open, you looked down to see the ghostface tracing a knife along your skin. The sharp blade so close to your neck sent a shiver of fear and also arousal through you as you gasped at the sensation. “Fuck, she’s into it,” The ghostface muttered, seeming fascinated by your reaction as Stu giggled gleefully. “I told you she was perfect, man,” Stu giggled, and you briefly wondered when him and the other killer had talked about you before. “There’s still time to for you to be wrong,” The ghostface said as he trailed the knife down to your tank top and cut the strap of it. You looked between the two of them, and Stu smiled at you gleefully and darkly, while the ghostface seemed focused on moving to cut the other strap of your tank top.
As the fabric gave away when he cut it, your top fell a little, giving them a better look at your cleavage. You heard Stu wolf whistle as the ghostface sucked in a breath. The two of them leaned back to look over you, Stu left his hand encircled on your ankle to keep you from running away. “Do you want to play this the safe way or the fun way, bunny?” The ghostface asked as you tilted your head at his question. “W-What’s the fun way?” You asked curiously as you watched Stu try to contain his excitement, the ghostface tilt his head slightly. “You run, we catch you, if you try to actually escape we’ll kill you, but if you play along as our prey,” He paused as you watched his head tilt as he checked you out, “Then we’ll give you the most memorable night of your life, and maybe let you live afterward.” Your eyes gleamed in excitement at the idea, you couldn’t deny the thrill building in you at the idea of your darkest, most private fantasizes coming true.
“The fun way,” You decided as you watched Stu smile widely at your answer. You watched as the ghostface leaned close to you as he dragged the tip of his knife under your chin to tilt your head up towards him, “Then get running.” You felt Stu’s grip leave your ankle as vaguely registered him slipping his mask back on. You quickly leaped off the bed and ran out the door frame before pausing and looking back at them as one of them waved his knife at you, almost like a wave. Turning back around, you dashed off into the house. Looking down the stairs, you suddenly recognized the bodies of your friends and even that one reporter chick lying in cold blood on the floor. You gasped but moved towards one of the other rooms upstairs, the fear from knowing they were serious about being killers only heightening your sick excitement.
“Ready or not, here we come,” You heard one of them call out as you held your hand against your mouth, muffling your breathing as you hid in a wardrobe you found in one of the bedrooms. You listened as you heard the two distinct set of footsteps wander around the house. “I hope I find her first,” You heard one giggle through the modulator, which you figured was probably Stu. “Shut up and find her then,” The other replied, which you could make out more clearly due to his closer proximity. Hearing the doorknob of the room you are in twist open as the footsteps got closer to you, you decided to hold your breath as you heard him searching for you. His knife you recognized was tapping along various surfaces in the room as he searched. “You in here bunny?” He called out as you bit back your excited giggle. Apparently not well enough when you heard his steps pause as if he was listening for you.
You gasped behind your hand when the door to the wardrobe flung open, “Well, well, look what we have here.” Your eyes widened at being caught before you quickly squeezed past him to run from him. You squeaked when his arm came out across your chest and pulled your back into his chest. “Nuh uh, you’re mine now, bunny. I caught you fair and square,” He chuckled at your labored and excited breathing as you struggled against him weakly. His knife moving to trace your neck and chest again as you gasped, your head falling backwards against his chest as your eyes shut. “Little bunny likes getting hunted, huh?” He asked as condescendedly laughed at your reaction. “Uh huh,” You replied, attempting to catch your breath, to which he tsk’d at. “You know better, use your words,” He chastised, to which you nodded submissively in response to. “Yes sir,” You gasped as his knife nicked your collar bone lightly. He groaned in response before shoving you on the bed in the room. You looked up at him in surprise from his actions as he tilted his head while looking at you. “Take off your top,” He said, gesturing to it with his knife. You quickly complied, tearing your top off as he groaned appreciatively at the revelation you weren’t wearing a bra.
Seeing your bare skin and tits, he climbed onto the bed and on top of you. You held your breath in anticipation before he took your chin in the grasp of his free hand, smudging some of the blood on his hands onto your skin. “Open that pretty mouth, bunny,” He demanded, and you opened your mouth compliantly in response. You could almost sense his smirk under the mask before you felt the cold and metallic taste of his knife on your tongue. “Clean it up,” He ordered as you began licking it, the coppery taste blooming on your tongue before you realized it was still covered in the blood of your dead friends downstairs. You moaned at the realization, the sick pleasure spreading throughout you as you cleaned off the knife. You could hear his breathing pickup as he realized you were also getting off on it. “What a naughty little bunny you are, getting off on the blood of your dead friends,” He chuckled as you blushed from him calling you out. He pressed the tip of the blade down on your tongue just enough for you to feel the sharpness but not enough to cut you. You squirmed under him at the sensation but tried to stay still enough so you wouldn’t accidentally nick yourself.
He shook his head in disbelief before pulling the knife out of your mouth and trailing it down your neck to your chest. “Man! Where is she?” You heard Stu call out as you giggled under the ghostface on top of you. Hearing your giggle, Stu came to the room the two of you were in before gasping. “Unfair! You found her first?” He whined, but you could tell through his mask that his gaze was excitedly trained on the position the two of you were in. “Shut up,” The ghostface on top of you groaned, but his tone conveyed more playful annoyance than real frustration. Stu walked over to the two of you before circling to the other side of the bed and stood behind where your head laid on the bed. “Now the fun starts,” Stu giggled as the ghostface on top of you moved his knife to gesture at Stu. “The fun has already started,” He replied, before Stu shrugged. “You know what I mean man,” He responded to which you giggled underneath the ghostface on top of you at their bickering.
The ghostface on top of you snapped his gaze down to you at the giggling. “Enjoying the show, bunny?” He asked which you nodded in reply. “Well it’s about to get a whole lot better!” Stu exclaimed, to which the ghostface on top of you glanced at Stu before looking back down at you. “Let’s see how you like the reveal,” He chuckled before reaching up and ripping off his mask. You gasped as you realized your second hunter had been Billy. Thinking about it a little harder, you realized that would make sense from what you picked up on so far, but you couldn’t help but feel your panties get wetter at the realization. “Billy?” You asked with wide eyes as his dark gaze trained on you. “Yep,” He replied, you saw out of the corner of your eye Stu taking his mask off too. You blushed from realizing just much your most secret fantasizes were coming true. Billy raised an eyebrow at your reaction before glancing up at Stu. “Guess you were right about her attraction to us,” He commented, and Stu giggled. “Yeah dude, I have eyes, so it was fucking obvious,” He replied, to which Billy glared at Stu for. You felt yourself blush harder at Stu saying you were obvious about your attraction to them.
Billy glanced down at you before chuckling. “No need to be shy about it, bunny,” He said as he began tracing circles around one of your nipples. You gasped and arched up into the sensation. “Look at that man, she’s a fucking freak,” Stu giggled excitedly at your reaction. Embarrassment flooded you at Stu’s words as you shut your eyes. “Nuh uh, Look at me,” Billy chastised as his knife moved to tap on your cheek. You opened your eyes and fought to keep them on Billy. “That’s a good girl,” He praised as you felt yourself melt from his words. Seeing your reaction, Billy tossed the knife beside you two before grasping your chin harshly and pulling you into a rough kiss. You gasped in surprise at his sudden and harsh kiss, which he took as an opportunity to deepen the kiss. Which quickly turned you into a squirming, flustered mess. When he pulled back, a string of spit connected you for a moment before, it broke, which Stu groaned at. “Man, I’m tired of waiting,” Stu whined, which Billy seemed to contemplate for a moment before nodding.
“You’re right, we’ve waited long enough,” He replied before looking down at your skirt, he quickly found the zipper to it before tossing your skirt off of you. You could vaguely see out of the corner of your vision Stu messing with his own clothes as Billy picked the knife back up from beside you and quickly cut the sides of your panties before tossing the scrap of cloth somewhere else in the room. You gasped at the sudden move and moved to close your thighs, but Billy stopped you with his free hand moving to your inner thigh. Billy hummed appreciatively at the view. “Damn, you should see how wet she is,” Billy groaned as Stu giggled. “You wet for the two of us, princess?” Stu asked rhetorically, but you nodded enthusiastically anyway. Billy raised his eyebrow at you, reminding you of his preference for you to use your words. “Y-Yes daddy, I am,” You replied in response to Stu, which made him groan at your choice of words. “Fuck,” He swore under his breath as Billy’s eyes darkened too.
You choked on a moan in surprise when you felt Billy’s finger suddenly brush against your clit. You could feel both of their predatory gazes on your form as Billy studied your reactions to find the best ways to get the reactions he wanted from you. You faintly registered Stu as one of his hands brushed his fingers through your hair before his fingers from his other hand tap on your lips. “Open up princess,” He ordered, and you complied willingly, and he groaned at your eager response. Stu grasped your hair, making you gasp before tapping his cock that he freed when you weren’t paying attention against your lips. “C’mon baby, suck it for daddy,” He groaned as you fluttered your eyes shut as you began licking and sucking the tip of his dick.
You could feel Billy’s eyes trained on the interaction in front of him, as Stu pushed his dick further into your throat, making you choke and gag momentarily before you forced yourself to breathe through your nose. Stu gave you a moment to adjust before you began eagerly sucking him, and he began moving along with your movements. You could hear him groaning above you before you moaned around his dick when you felt Billy suddenly insert a finger into you. “Fuck, whatever you just did, keep doing it,” Stu moaned out to Billy, which got him a glare you couldn’t see, but Billy continued his movements regardless. Once Billy felt you loosen up, he added an addition finger as he continued using his thumb to rub your clit. He had you moaning all over Stu’s cock, causing Stu to throw his head back from the sensation. You could feel the pricks of pleasure beginning to build up in you as they continued. As you began squeezing Billy’s fingers, he groaned. “She’s close,” He commented, which made Stu also groan. “Go on bunny, give it to us,” Billy encouraged as you felt your peak hit you. You moaned loudly at the feeling, causing you to tense and squeeze his fingers as the bright, hot pleasure coursed through you. Billy continued to fuck you with his fingers through your orgasm as you shook.
You heard Stu groan and his dick twitch before feeling the saltiness of his cum cover your tongue and throat. Once the two of you came down, you felt him pull himself from your throat. Billy grabbed your chin with his hand and tilted it towards him as your eyes fluttered open, his fingers covered in your slick moving to tap at your lips which you happily licked and sucked cleaning, making Billy groan at the erotic sight. Pulling his fingers from your mouth, he squeezed your jaw to open your mouth to check you had swallowed both you and Stu’s cum. “Good girl,” He praised at the sight of your clean mouth. You gasped when you felt hands drop to your hips and pull you to align you to his cock that you didn’t know when he had untucked from his clothes. “Ah! Wait!” You called out in protest from still feeling extra sensitive. You saw his eyes darken a fraction instead before he pushed into you, your head falling back against the bed as you choked on a moan.
“I told you we had already waited long enough,” He said, punctuating his words with thrusts, not giving you time to adjust. Stu groaned from behind you as his gaze fixed on the way your tits bounced with Billy’s thrusts. “Fuck man, I just finished, watching you two is gonna get me hard again,” He grumbled. “Not my fucking problem,” Billy bit back as struggled from the tightness of your cunt gripping him. You whined and squirmed from the overstimulation which Billy chuckled at. “You can take it, bunny,” He commented before groaning as his gaze caught sight of the bulge in your tummy from where he was fucking you. “Fuck, look at that,” He said as one of his hands moved to push down on the bulge, making you gasp and writhe. “Shit,” You heard Stu groan as he caught sight of your tummy bulge from Billy. “Your cunt was fucking made for us, wasn’t it?” Billy asked as you found yourself unable to reply. “Aw, did we already fuck you, stupid bunny?” He teased as your doe-eyed gaze caught his, and you nodded submissively in response. The two of them groaned at your response, and you felt Billy’s dick twitch inside you. “I know you have another orgasm in you. C’mon milk my cock for me baby,” Billy demanded as his hand that had been on the bulge moved down to play with your clit, making you whine against the overstimulation.
Your eyes fluttered shut as you gasped and struggled against the waves of painful pleasure, feeling the coil within yourself grown tighter and tighter before it snapped. You felt tears begin rolling down your cheeks at the intense orgasm as you spasmed on Billy’s cock, making him moan out. It wasn’t long before you felt him twitch before he bit into your shoulder as you felt his warm cum spill into your wet cunt. You sobbed against the intense sensations as he fucked you both through your orgasms. Once he stilled in you, you fought to catch your breath, to which you heard Stu giggle above the both of you. “Goddamn, you made her cry,” He commented to which Billy leaned up over you again looking down at your wet face before groaning. “Fuck,” He swore, and you felt his cock start to harden inside of you again, which made you gasp.
You sighed in relief for a moment when you felt Billy pull out of you, before whimpering when you heard his next words. “Your turn,” He said, nodding to Stu. Stu giggled excitedly before crawling on the bed with you two. Billy moved you and him so he was behind you leaning against the bed frame and Stu was in front of you. Your head limply laid against Billy’s chest as Stu looked over your fucked out body. “Shit, look at her,” Stu giggled before leaning down, so his face was level with your cunt, you blinked open your eyes just to see him and whined knowing your pleasurable torture was soon to continue. Billy chuckled at your reaction and brushed your hair off your back and over your shoulder as he placed surprisingly soothing kisses against your shoulders. Your eyes shut as you moaned out when you felt Stu lick up Billy’s cum dripping out of you.
Stu experimentally probed his tongue into you as he pulled out more of Billy’s cum to lap up. It faintly occurred to you that the two of them had probably fucked each other before. Stu groaned at the taste before moving to circle your clit with his tongue, choking your thoughts and losing yourself again to the intense pleasure. “Ngh- Please,” You sobbed which made Stu groan, the feeling making your sob turn into a moan as he sucked onto your clit, his hands grasping at your thighs and trying to pull you ever closer. “Please what?” Billy asked from behind you as he began sucking hickeys into the crook of your neck. “Please,” You choked out, too far gone to know what you were begging for anymore. Billy chuckled against your neck at your broken pleas. “I think she wants to cum again, Stu,” He commented, which made Stu eat you out with even more fervor than before. You sobbed at the familiar feeling of your orgasm creeping up on you for the third time. You tensed as you felt the pleasurable coil overstimulate you as you approached the edge. “C’mon baby, cum for us,” Billy commanded as you sobbed broken moans as you fell over the edge again. Stu groaned from between your thighs as he tasted your new wave of slick. You cried as Stu carried you through your orgasm. Your sobs picking up as you came down, and your sensitivity kicked in extra hard. Stu pulled back, covered in your slick, and you felt Billy lift his head from where he had been busy sucking hickeys onto your skin to look at Stu. You fluttered your eyes open in time to catch them exchanging gazes before Stu leaned towards Billy and Billy grabbed his face and pulled him into a kiss. Billy groaned at the mixed taste of your slick and Stu’s saliva. You watched in awe as they made out.
When they pulled back, Stu looked over at you before giggling, “What? Surprised?” He asked, to which you just looked at him with starry eyes. Billy raised an eyebrow behind you at your lack of response. “Man, I think we fucked her out of words. She’s looking at me like I hung the stars,” Stu giggled, which made Billy groan. “You got one more round in you, bunny?” Billy asked from behind you, and you hummed affirmatively in response as you leaned back against him. You didn’t see the look Billy gave Stu, but Stu shuffled to move your thighs so he could line himself up with your entrance. You moaned as you felt Stu fill you to the brim in one harsh thrust. Stu moved to kiss along your neck, licking up some dried blood from what had been smudged on you earlier. You gasped when you felt Billy’s fingers prod at your backside. “Relax baby,” You heard Billy purr in your ear, so you did your best to relax your muscles as his fingertip prodded into you.
You gasped and whined as you felt him slowly prepping you, while Stu stayed as still as he could. After a few moments, you felt a second finger creep up to join the first. You arched at the still new sensation to you. Billy chuckled at your reaction before continuing to prep you. Once he deemed you ready, he pulled his fingers from you, causing you to whine at the loss. “It’s okay bunny, you’ll be full again soon,” Billy whispered as the tip of his dick prodded at your back entrance. As he pushed into you, you gasped and squirmed. “Shit, she’s getting even tighter,” Stu groaned out as Billy slowly continued filling you up. Once Billy bottomed out in you, you squirmed as you adjusted to the sensation. Eventually, you started gasping and squirming, looking for more. “Ah, there we go,” Billy cooed as he felt you looking for more pleasure from them.
At that Billy began thrusting into you, making you moan, but when Stu also began you moving your mind started swimming. You felt like you were drowning in the pleasure they were giving you. Billy hands rested on your waist and Stu’s on your thighs as they fucked you in tandem. Your hands reached out around the back of Stu’s neck as you clawed at his back, making Stu moan from the mix of pleasure and pain. You felt incredibly full from both of them inside of you. “Fuck, man,” Stu swore as you felt one of his hands leave your thigh to press on the even bigger bulge in your tummy than before. He moved to grab one of Billy’s hands and moved it to the bulge, making Billy groan as well. Billy’s hand moved away from the bulge and trailed up to your throat as Stu kept his hand pressed on the bulge, deeping the fullness you were reeling from. “One more, bunny, one more,” Billy commanded as his hand rested on your throat before he applied pressure, your moans getting choked into broken sobs and gasping for air. You tightened around them both as pleasure surged through you, and you fought for air. Just as you were about to peak, Billy released his grasp and oxygen flooded through you, making you cum and sob on their cocks.
“Just like that, fuck,” Billy groaned as Stu twitched before painting your insides white from your fluttering cunt gripping him so tightly. Stu moaned and buried his head in your neck as Billy’s head fell back against the headboard as he also let go and buried his dick in you, letting you milk his cum as he shot rope after rope into you. You gasped and whined at how stuffed you felt. They fucked you through your combined orgasms before they stilled in you. You felt Billy press a tender kiss against your head as Stu cuddled into you, and you pulled him closer with your arms around the back of his neck. After several moments, you wet your lips before attempting to speak. “Did I do good?” You asked leaning into their touches as Billy and Stu chuckled. “You did perfect,” Billy said, calling back to when Stu said you’d be perfect. You smiled lazily at that. “Don’t think we’re letting you go anywhere now, though,” Stu replied, squeezing you for emphasis. You felt Billy nod in agreement behind you. “Why would I want to go anywhere else?” You asked genuinely confused by the idea that you’d try to run away from them. Billy chuckled before placing another tender kiss to your shoulder blades. “Damn, you’re just as crazy as us, huh?” He teased to which you giggled at. “Maybe,” You replied, letting comfort wash over you, your two new lovers may be serial killers, but their arms felt like the best place in the world to you.
warnings/notes: @thedamnqueenofhell claimed this square for my 9k celebration. Nothing beyond canon. Is short and sweet.
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The distinctive sound of a shower running drew Ghostface down the hall. He moved quietly, placing each step carefully so as to not give himself away. The bathroom door was cracked open slightly and he carefully pushed it open further.
And there you were, standing under the spray humming a song that he couldn’t quite place. His head tilted as he licked his lips behind the mask before they curled into a sinister smile. You were so sexy. Soft. Perfect.
He toed off his shoes first, before stripping the robe and letting it pool on the floor. Last came the mask and Ghostface was replaced by Billy Loomis. The knife dropped to land on top of the pile. He padded forward on quiet feet and he clicked open the glass door.
You spun at the noise, startled, and let out a little scream. Billy grinned as you smacked his shoulder. “Don’t. Do. That.”
He grabbed you, pulling you into him as he buried his face in the curve of your neck. “You should be more aware of your surroundings. There’s a killer out there, you know.”
You twined your arms around his neck. “Yeah, well. My boyfriend would kick his ass.”
Suddenly, you pulled back from him, pushing at his shoulders when he tried to keep you close. “Why is there so much blood? Are you hurt?”
He shushed you and kissed your temple. “I’m fine. Just messy.”
You hummed and kissed his lips, pushing him backward as you did so, until his back hit the tile. He grunted before putting his full focus on your lips. Your skin. When you finally pulled away to breathe, he smirked as he looked you over. Bloody handprints covered wide expanses of your skin.
“You look good in red.”
You glanced down and your nose wrinkled. “Gross.”
That pulled a laugh from him, low and deep. “And what did you think was going to happen, princess? You should be ashamed of yourself. Making out with a killer. A real psycho at that.”
“Well, come on then, killer,” you said as you pulled him under the water. “Scrub yourself clean so we can head to bed and I can show you that an X rated relationship is so much better than PG13.”
Summary: While in a haunted escape room with your friends, you come across a killer who almost runs everyone out of the building, except for you who decides to flirt with him?
A/N: Which Ghostface isn’t specified so you can just imagine it as any male Ghostface. Hope You Enjoy!
“Guys, look at that display! It looks creepy as fuck!”
Your group looked in the direction your friend mentioned and began walking towards it. “Dude, it looks so realistic!” Your friend, Mia spoke as she poked at the bloody head of the woman.
“The masked guy holding her looks kinda hot.”
A chorus of “ew’s!” and “Y/n’s!” were heard as you smiled. “Really, Y/n? God you're such a horn dog!”
You held your hands up at the “insulting” name. “Hey, I’m just speaking my mind. Kinda jealous she gets to be held by him and not me.”
Due to you all being distracted, an actor from around the corner finally blew their cover. “What are you guys talking about?”
You ignored the scream from one of your male friend, who sounded like a girl, and answered them. “That display. We think it’s cool.”
The actor looked at it and furrowed their eyebrows, cracking their dried face paint. “That’s not our display?” They confusingly admitted.
Mia let out an unbelieved scoff. “What do you mean it’s not your display? It has to be! I think y’all did a really good job with the fake blood, I mean look at this…”
Mia’s voice suddenly came to a halt as she looked at the body. It looked a little too real to be fake, and so did the blood.
She continued to stare closely at it before the masked man, that looked like a Ghost, made quick movements, causing chaos.
“Get out of here! Someone call 911!”
Your friends quickly began running, but you stayed in place, looking at the figure.
There was maybe 3 seconds of silence before the figure tilted his head to the side. “Why aren’t you running? You should be afraid of me.”
You smirked, “Kinda hard to be scared when you look and sound so hot. What is that, a voice changer?”
Your grin became even wider as you noticed his free hand, the other preoccupied with a knife, grip his thigh which was awfully close to his crotch.
“Y/N! COME ON!” You heard Mia yell. You ignored her, staring down Ghostface.
“You’re lucky I like you. I guess I’ll let you live.”
You heard Mia yell once more, which made you finally move. Not to your surprise, he didn’t chase after you.
You safely made it outside with your friends and could hear the sirens getting louder as they got closer and closer to your location.
No one knew you hoped he would make it out without being caught.
Something you also didn’t know was that your friend, Mia, was planning to tell the cops all she knew about this Ghostface man, and about your little flirting session.
summary: your boyfriend being ghostface wasn’t exactly how you planned this relationship to go. but how far would you go to protect the man you love?
warnings: major character death, stabbing, minor gore, injuries, angst
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You were cornered, trapped in the old movie theater with Sam and Tara. The smell of mildew filled your senses with each panicked breath you took. Everything had happened so fast. Chad had been stabbed so many times you were sure he was dead. You didn’t even have time to mourn your best friend, because Ghostface was still after you. How could Kirby have done all of this? Why? You still couldn’t wrap your head around it.
“Stay the fuck back!”
“We know it’s you, Kirby!”
Ethan and Mindy still hadn’t shown up yet. They were probably dead too. Your stomach sank into a swirling pit at the thought. Kirby had taken everything from you. You didn’t even know who you were without Ethan. How were you supposed to live the rest of your life without him?
“How could you?!” you yelled at her, edging closer to Sam and Tara, seeking safety within your friends.
Kirby looked confused, blood trickling down her forehead from a fresh wound. The gun in her hands shook from how hard she was trembling.
“No, one of them knocked me out,” you didn’t hear the rest of her explanation, the sound of the theater doors creaking open behind you pulled your attention away. Detective Bailey ran inside, his gun aimed at Kirby.
“Kirby, stop! Get away from them!”
The next few moments were a blur. The gun went off, your hands instinctively covering your ears. Kirby fell to the ground. You all turned to look at Bailey, Sam’s glare hardening as she realized he was Ghostface. They were talking, but you didn’t hear a word they said, your ears still ringing from the gunshot. Two people walked up behind him, both wearing Ghostface costumes. There were three of them?
You watched as one of them removed their mask. Suddenly, you couldn’t breathe. The ringing in your ears faded, but you still couldn’t hear, the sound of your heart pounding thrumming dull in your ears. The sight of your own boyfriend standing there with a bloody knife in his hand, you couldn’t think and the word shocked didn’t even begin to describe how you were feeling.
How could Ethan do this? He had always seemed so perfect. Surely it couldn’t all have been an act, right? The whole time this had been going on, you never suspected him. Not once. It had seemed so unfathomable. You had been so sure he was harmless.
He wouldn’t look at you. The whole time Bailey was ranting, Ethan didn’t look at you. Not once. Had it all been a lie? Maybe you really were just a means to an end, a way for him to get closer to Sam and Tara. You couldn’t read his face. For the first time in your relationship, you had no idea what he was thinking. A million questions spun around in your head, but for some reason the only one you could focus on was: did he ever really love me?
You watched in horror as Ethan slashed at Sam’s arm. You barely ducked out of the way in time, slinking away as the fight ensued. Hiding in a corner, you watched as Ethan and Quinn chased after Sam and Tara. The squelching sound of metal cutting flesh made your stomach churn. You couldn’t look. You didn’t know how they hadn’t spotted you yet, but you knew you wouldn’t last long in a fight like this. Sam and Tara could handle themselves, they didn’t need you.
Tara was slipping, her hand desperately gripping the railing as she dangled over the edge. Ethan stood below her, holding his knife out, awaiting Tara’s fall so he could stab her. But you saw something he didn’t. Sam handed her a knife. Tara was going to hurt him. You don’t know why you cared. Ethan had hurt so many people, maybe he deserved to be stopped. But, he was still your boyfriend. And you had no idea why, but part of you still loved him.
You were up and moving before your mind could catch up to what you were doing. Tara fell right onto Ethan’s knife with a sickening squelch. She raised her knife, but before she could plunge it into Ethan, you tackled her, knocking her off of him and the knife out of her hand.
“Stop!”
Tara struggled beneath you. “What’re you doing?! Get off!”
You forced her down, barely keeping control over her. Tara was stronger than she looked. “I can’t let you hurt him!”
“You can’t really still love him after knowing what he did,” Tara said, almost pushing you off. “You don’t have to help, but you need to let me do this.”
You shoved her back down, your free hand reaching out for the knife she dropped. “I won’t let you kill him.”
You wrapped your fingers around the knife handle, grasping in tightly. You pulled it back, stabbing Tara in the neck. She tried to push you off, but it was no use. Her strength slowly faded as she choked on her own blood. You choked on your tears as you watched her die.
You looked down at your hands in shock, Tara’s blood coating them. You scampered off of her, panic flowing through you. You couldn’t catch your breath. Tara was dead. You killed your own best friend to protect your boyfriend, and you weren’t even sure if he actually liked you. Your hands trembled. Arms wrapped around you from behind, you tried to fight them off, but you weren’t strong enough.
“Stop. It’s me.”
Ethan’s voice. You stopped fighting, letting him hold you. Your body instinctually leaned into him, as if it suddenly forgot everything you just learned. How could a murderer still make you feel so safe?
“Ethan…” your voice trembled.
You looked over at him. There was blood on him and your stomach sank when you realized it was his.
“Is it true? Did you really do it?” You choked on your words. You couldn’t even bring yourself to say the word murder, the idea of your awkward boyfriend killing people still feeling so inconceivable.
Ethan nodded, the crazed look on his face gone. He started to look like the boy you knew. But the more you thought about it, you never really knew him at all. You just knew the version of him that he decided to show you.
You bit your lip hard to force back your encroaching tears until the taste of your own blood filled your mouth. You knew what you had to ask him, but you were terrified of the answer.
“How much of it was real? Do you even love me?”
Ethan’s gloved hand gripped yours tightly, your friends’ blood staining your skin. You should’ve been nauseous, but the feeling of him holding you so tightly gave you butterflies.
“All of it. I never lied about how I felt for you. I love you so much and I never wanted to hurt you. I’m so sorry.”
“Then why did you?”
You flinched at the sound of another gunshot, this time a bullet whizzed by you, barely missing your head. Ethan pulled you out of the way just in time. You looked around, panicked, trying to find out where it came from.
Sam, still standing on the balcony, glared down at you, a cold and detached look in her eyes. She must’ve seen you kill Tara. And you knew Sam, she wasn’t the type of person to let someone get away with hurting her family.
“Look, I’ll explain everything to you later. I promise. But it’s not safe for you here.”
Ethan pulled you up to your feet, his arm tightening around your waist to make sure you stayed with him. Before you could even take a step, you heard Sam scream before she fell over the balcony. You flinched as she landed next to you, a knife embedded deep in her back. She must’ve used her last bullet on you, leaving her vulnerable to Quinn. Sam and Tara were dead, and it was all your fault.
“Oh my god…” you whimpered, your hands clinging to Ethan tighter.
“It’s okay. I’m getting you out of here.”
You didn’t get very far before you heard footsteps approaching you from behind.
“Ethan, stop! What’re you doing?”
It was Bailey. You tensed up, holding Ethan tightly, terrified his dad would kill you. Ethan turned around, still holding you against him.
“I won’t let you kill them. They’re not a part of this.”
Bailey shook his head dismissively, already reaching for his gun. “You know we have to. We can’t leave any witnesses.”
“I agreed to help you kill everyone involved with Richie’s death, they weren’t there. This has nothing to do with them.” Ethan pulled you closer to him. If Bailey tried to shoot you, he would hit Ethan too. “They killed Tara to protect me. They won’t turn us in, you don’t have to do this.”
Before Bailey could speak again, Quinn interrupted. “It’s true. I saw it.”
Reluctantly, Bailey put his gun back in the holster. “Fine. But if they try anything—,” Bailey started before you cut him off.
“I won’t, I promise.”
Bailey sighed. “Alright. You three get out of here, the cops will be here soon. I’ll deal with it.”
Quinn walked away, headed off to the hospital to make sure Mindy and Gale were dead. You and Ethan lingered near the entrance of the theater for a few moments longer.
“Thank you, for not letting your dad kill me,” you said softly, your hand holding Ethan’s tightly.
“I’m the one who should be thanking you. You saved my life.”
You winced at the memory, glancing down at your hands that were still covered in your best friend’s blood. Tara was dead, because of you. And yet, you still felt like you made the right decision. You could find another best friend, but no one could ever replace Ethan.
Summary: Hunted by Ghostface, you get in his crossfire along side your friends at the appartment. Hurt, you get hospitalized. Not knowing who is behind it. Till you unmask him as the boy you love. Happy birthday anon 🎉
They all laughed, bringing their hands together in a silly celebration. Tara’s gaze fell on you, sitting at the head of the table. Eyes glued down on your phone. “Join in Y/n. It’s not like lover boy is going to text you.” She laughed out, falling against Sam’s shoulder.
Lifting your head up, you smiled uncomfortably back. Mindy giving you a soft nudge. “It’s fine.” She whispered to you. You were about to put your phone away, when the notification ping made you hold longer onto it. Face lighting up as it was a text from him.
Tara caught a hold of your smile. Coming to lean over the table to snatch your phone away. Taking one look at the screen, before showing it to everyone. “With three x’s. Lover boy’s got it hot.” Showing around with a good laugh. “Give it back!” You called out, getting up. Trying to grab your phone back. Tara turned the phone again to her. “What are you wearing tonight?” Tara read out loud.
A text from a few days ago. Laughing hysterically. “Who knew Ethan had a closeted obsession.” Saying it in a silly yet mocking tone. “Knock it off.” Mindy said, not feeling comfortable with it. You went around the table, grabbing her hand with force. Snatching it away. Tara’s laughter dimmed, sitting back down. “Relax Y/n. I was just joking.”
You found it anything but laughable. Vibe changed amongst friends. Then came the sound of pounding and girly moans. Each sharing a sneaky glance at each other. “Quinn and her gentleman caller are at it again.” Teasing with a silly smirk.
Regular thumping sounding from the other room. Tara and Chad snickering on purpose. Your brows furrowed when everyone’s phone went off at the same time. Looking all questionable at each other. Fingers trembling over the screen for what they were seeing. A scream coming from Quinn made everyone jump up.
Rush into the other room, joining Anika. “Wait!” Chad said, pulling Tara back before she could reach the door. Only the sounds of breaths filling the air. An eerie silence from behind the door. Countless seconds pass by in anticipation.
”Run.” Mindy said. Before her words were fully out, the door swung open. Quinn stumbles forwards, falling hard to Anika who caught her. Both on the floor, Anika screaming for the blood all over Quinn’s body. Your gaze went from Quinn to the door opening in a split second. Slowly moving backwards at the ghost face entering.
There was screaming. Chad and Tara taking a run for it. In the chaos, you got shoved back. Tumbling over the comfy chair. Falling hard on your chest. Mindy and Anika slowly turned. “Oh f*ck.” Mindy said, getting up. The ghostface took a slice at her before she could fully react. Mindy yelled in pain, holding her arm.
Blood gushing down in streams. “Mindy!” Anika yelled out. Wrapping her arms around Ghostface’s legs out of revenge. Drawing the killer away from Mindy. Mindy ended up on the floor. Ghostface’s hand wrapped tightly around her throat. “Mindy.” You whispered out, having pushed yourself back up. She was crying in pain, rocking herself for comfort.
Your eyes widened when Ghostface pulled Anika up by her throat. Using such strength, you had never seen before. Moving her around and pushing her against the cabinets. Before you could intervene, the knife cut through her flesh. The scream she released, shaking you to your bones. Screaming more when the knife got twisted around.
Without thinking much, you ran up to the killer. Pulling at Ghostface’s elbow. The knife was released from flesh. Ghostface taking a quick glance over his shoulder. Your eyes fluttered hazily when the elbow blow had come in hard. Stumbling dizzily backwards till you dropped down. Anika screamed again when Ghostface stuck the knife back in, driving it upwards to her chest.
Hazily you saw Sam jump over you. Coming to knock Ghostface on the head with a kitchen object. Ghostface tumbled to the ground. “Go!” Sam shouted loudly, taking Anika. Mindy had pulled herself up. Grabbing Anika by her other arm, stumbling and pushing her with Sam into the next room. Mindy and Anika pantingly dropped onto the mattress. Sam closed the door in the lock.
“Sh*t.’ Mindy called out, making Sam turn desperately around. “Y/n is still out there.” Staring with fear back at the door. Knowing they have sealed your faith just now. “Sh*t!” Sam called out frantically. Wanting to open the door, but hesitated. Knowing what was just behind the door.
You sputtered out some blood that had found its way in your throat, from the nosebleed that was caused. Eyes widening when the mask came into view. Slowly coming to hover over you, starting from your knees till you came face to face with it. Body shuddered when you felt the pressure of a hand on your thigh.
“Please…” You begged, chest spasming from the sobs. Breath shocking when the knife came in your sight. Blood still dripping from it. “Please…” You whispered, closing your eyes tightly. Feeling the side of the knife against your cheek. Cold and wet from blood. A shiver went down your spine, when the side of the knife brushed down to your jawline.
Ghostface changed the position he was holding the knife. Letting the sharp tip touch your collarbone. Sputtering out sobs, you moved your head restless around. “Ethan…I’m sorry.” You said, thinking in your final moments of him. Thinking how you would never be able to see him again.
That you had to leave this earth without him telling how you truly felt for him. Ghostface’s hand trembled. Lifting the knife an inch up so it wasn’t touching your skin anymore. Hesitant by your words. Your eyes widened once more when Ghostface came leaning down. Allowing the mask to touch your lips.
The door to the side opened. Disrupting Ghostface. Quickly Ghostface’s head lifted up. Staring at Sam and Mindy. Sam threw a book at Ghostface. Easily ducking away from it. Hand clenching around the knife when another book came flying his way. Jaw tensing underneath the mask.
A third and fourth book flung at him. Knocking against his shoulder and back. Ghostface quickly glanced down at you. Almost an apologetic glance. Jamming the knife in your thigh hard. Your back arched with a bone chilling scream. Feeling the weight on you shift. Reaching for your leg with shaky hands.
Ghostface getting the door slammed in his face. Knife forwards, he ran around to reach the other side. Seeing the blood on your finger tips, made you gasp shakily. Knowing you couldn’t stay here, you started crawling. Leaving a trail of smudged blood behind. Shaking and crying for how close you could’ve been to death.
Everything took a lot of effort. Burning up with sweat. Pulling yourself a bit upwards by the blanket that hung loosely from the sofa. Groaning in pain, trying to get up, but the pain caved you back down. Too exhausted, you accepted your faith. Resting against the sofa on the floor. Knowing he might come back to finish you off.
You blinked surprised at the red and blue lights flashing through the window. Sirens following loudly. Sounding like a call from above. Exhaling loud at the hurried footsteps coming up the stairs. Door getting kicked in by police officers.
Their walkies going off like crazy with information. The first person they noticed was Quinn. “Gods.” One of them said, covering up his nose. A few of them separated to search. A police officer came closer, flashlight falling on your face. Your eyes squinted from the light, shuddering from the cold.
He reached for the walkie by his shoulder. “Hey, I’ve got Detective Y/l/n’s daughter here. She’s hurt. Call for an ambulance.” He called in. The officer was about to calmly approach you, when he got pushed aside by an eager youthling. “Y/n!” Ethan panted out, dropping to his knees beside you. Wrapping his arms tightly around you.
“Ethan…how…how are you here?” You asked with a shaky voice. “Quinn wasn’t answering her texts. I wanted to come check on her. I panicked when I saw the police outside.” He breathed out, tightening his grip around you. “Ethan…” You began, tugging at his shirt. “She…she’s…” Unable to get the words over your lips. “I…I know…” He responded, holding you close to his chest.
“I’m sorry I wasn’t here…” He muttered out. The police officer wanted him to move so they could have a proper look at you. Ethan refused, remaining by your side. The police officers were waiting for more ambulances once they knew how many were injured. All gathered in the main room.
A blanket laying over Quinn to cover her up. Grabbing onto his shirt, you cried against his shoulder. Ethan shushing you soothingly. Lifting your head up, you wiped some tears away. “I thought I was going to die here…I am glad I am able to see you again.” You said between sobs. Ethan tilting his head a bit with slightly furrowed brows.
“I don’t want to keep doing this back and forth thing anymore Ethan. I want you.” Giving his shirt another tug. “I like you Ethan… immensely.” Looking shyly away that you were confessing your love to him so easily.
The fear of never being able to tell him, might have caused your loose lips. Ethan curled up a smile. Brushing his thumb down your cheek, wiping the smear of blood off. “So do I.” He confessed. Cupping your cheek. Drawing you nearer. Lips touching for a moment. Letting it sink in, before devouring you with his hasty kiss.
Ethan gave you one last kiss before you got shipped off in the ambulance to the hospital. Smiling faintly till the doors closed on him and he had no more eyes on you. Exhaling deep, he lowered his head. Pulling out his phone. Licking his lip before batting his gaze upwards. Knowing what had to be done, but hating it anyways. Knowing he’d be watched. To make sure it was done.
The hospital felt cold and empty. The only comfort of the machines bleeping. Monitoring your heartbeat and oxygen level. Lifting your head up, you looked around. Nobody but yourself in darkness. The door a smidge open as light from the hallway fell inside. Barely reaching a decent length on the floor.
Turning your head at the sack of morphine that hung by your bed. Empty as the pain started to kick back in. Knowing you wouldn’t survive the rest of the night without pain medication, you pressed the red button. Waiting for the nurse on her nightshift to come. Patiently you waited. A few moments, turning into minutes, turning into seemingly a long time to respond.
Leg already throbbing from the pain. Sweat forming on your brow and neck. Pressing the button desperately once more. “Nurse…” You called out. You hated calling out for her like that when it was her alone on this ward, but the pain was killing you. “Nurse…” Repeating a bit louder. “Nurse!” Shouting.
Feeling hot, you thought you might be burning up as well. Cursing that there came no response, you started pulling out things. Machine beeping with the loss of contact. Grabbing the pole firm, you swung your legs over the bed edge.
Carefully standing on your good leg. Barely putting any pressure on your wounded leg. Limping forwards, with clenched teeth. Using your good leg and the pole as support. “Nurse…” You said again, slowly pushing the door more open. Looking left and right, there was no immediate sign of her.
Limping forward, you decided to go to the nurses office. A desk just up ahead. Panting loud, you limped with much effort further. “Nurse?” You spoke, seeing her not sit behind the desk. Moving a bit closer, you noticed her legs on the floor. Moving around rapidly, you stumbled back in shock at the blood.
Her lifeless eyes staring forwards. Laying chest down in her own pool of blood. The sight made you scream loud. Lifting your gaze up, you screamed again. At the end of the hallway, he stood there once more. Dressed in black. The white of his mask reflects in the darkened part. Pantingly, you reached for the phone.
Picking up the horn, only to hear a beeping tone. Following the cord, you met up with a cut end. Dropping the horn, you grabbed the pole. Limping back, Ghostface on your tail. Gasping loud when the lights above your head started to flicker.
Rushing yourself, you tumbled to the ground. Crying in pain for your stupid leg that wouldn’t work along. Gasping shockingly when Ghostface was slowly walking over. Pulling yourself up with every might, you bit through the pain.
His thundering footsteps, scaring you to the bone. You made your way back to your room, closing the door firmly behind you. Pulling a chair before it. Desperately you grabbed for your phone on the nightstand. Dialing but one number. Keeping the phone by your ear, waiting for him to pick up.
Your breath shocked hearing a familiar ringtone just outside the door. Lowering your phone, you stared at the number you were calling. Ethan. The ringtone suddenly stopped. Mind spinning with a million thoughts, you dialled his number again. The same ringtone buzzing from just outside the door.
Shockingly, you dropped your phone. “Ethan!” You shouted loudly. There were thumps against your door, trying to get in. It took a few firm knocks into the door before the chair knocked over. Ghostface stumbling inside the room. Ghostface moved his hand to his mask, pulling it down.
Confirming your suspicions. Fluttering your eyelashes, you didn’t want to cry at his betrayal. “You lied to me!” You said with a trembling lip. “I did…” Ethan answered, coming closer to you. “You tried to kill me.” You let out desperately, looking around for anything to defend yourself with. “I did…” Ethan responded, nearing more.
“You told me you loved me…” Sobbing loudly. Ethan came standing before you, holding your arms. “I do…” Whispering. Disgusted, you turned your face away from him. “Why?” You wanted to know. Ethan took your chin, shaking his head. Not wanting you to ask him that.
Ethan shushed you, pressing his cheek against yours. Trying to comfort your sobs. “I love you Y/n, I truly do.” He said near your ear. “Ethan… are you going to kill me?” You asked with a frightened heart. Ethan cupped your cheeks, wiping your tears away. Shushing you soothingly. “No…no my love.” Wiping some wet strains of hair out of your face.
Brows furrowed, you gazed painfully back at him. “What about everyone else… all the other people?” You questioned in a husky voice. “They don’t get to choose.” Ethan responded, keeping his hand firm on the side of your neck. Bringing you closer to him. Lips in close proximity. “We do well together.” He whispered, hot breath on yours.
With glossy eyes, you stared back at him. “I…love you…” You whispered. Feelings strong for him, you didn’t know anyone could harbour such strong love. Noses touched briefly. Ethan tilting his head ever so slightly. Mouth opening to kiss you. Lips brushing teasingly over each other.
Keeping them on each other for as long as possible. Opening your lips once more. “Hmph.” Carved deep within your throat into his mouth. Slowly pulling away from the kiss. Eyes fluttering open to look down. Breathing short, lifting your gaze back up to him. Staring with pained eyes at him. Ethan’s brows furrowed in distress.
Breathing quicker. Your eyes not leaving his. Ethan guided you when your body moved backwards. Carefully laying you on the ground, hand underneath you. Short gaps coming from you. Trying to speak. A thin line of blood, slowly drawing down from the corner of your lips.
Breath shuddering, staring intensely up to him. A pool of blood reaching up to your shoulders. A line of blood rolling down your cheek from your nose. Ethan gasped in distress watching the life fade out of you. Lowering his head at the knife he had cut in you. Face contracting, sobbing quietly.
Could you please do something with Ghostface and any Monster bf?
Your Tentacle Monster bf didn’t really know what the whole deal was over Ghostface or why people were going so wild for them. Especially you, his most precious human. What was so great about a black robe and a mask when you had dozens of tentacles at your disposal that could fill every single one of your holes? Each tentacle has the ability to fuck you absolutely brainless on their slick lengths and yet you go feral over this?
Tentacle Monster bf just doesn’t understand. He stands in the costume shop, a grimace on his face as he fiddles with the plastic bag holding the Ghostface costume. But he plucks it off the rack anyway. He’d do anything for you, and when he saw you like all those videos of other monster bfs getting dressed up as Ghostface, he wanted to be able to give you that too. In fact, he wanted to be the only monster you liked doing someone like this.
He figured it must be a human thing too based on the knowing look the cashier girl at the counter gave him. As she rung up his purchase she kept glancing at him, her grin growing wider. His tentacles wrap around himself more tightly, somehow feeling exposed under the girl’s all-seeing eyes. He quickly grabs his things as she hands him back the costume.
“Don’t forget to have fun with the chase! The fear is the best part,” the cashier girl calls out as he begins to walk out.
Tentacle Monster bf stops short in his tracks. He glances over his shoulders, features drawn tight in confusion. But the girl merely winks before looking down and messing around with the cash register. Just when he thinks he’s figured this whole thing out, a whole other twist comes along to sweep him off his feet.
A chase. Is that why people went so crazy over it? Is that what you wanted from him? A wicked smile begins to overtake his features as he steps out of the shop. He could chase you… Oh, he could definitely chase you. A shiver of anticipation courses through him at the thought.
Standing outside your shared home, your Tentacle Monster bf situates his costume and puts the finishing touches on it beside the mask. He thought it would be best to surprise you with it. It would make it more fun!
Walking up he knocks on the door, not bothering to use his key. He hears no response from you despite knowing you’re home. He knocks again, a little harder this time. This time you call out his name, wondering if he’s lost his keys. He doesn’t answer now but knocks again, even harder. He imagines the tension growing within you, and how it’ll burst into a sea of arousal the moment you see him.
A second later the door swings open, revealing your wary face. Seeing its only your bf, relief starts to pour over your form. That is until you see what your Tentacle Monster is wearing and you pause, eyes widening. Your bf flashes you a grin that all fang.
“Get ready to run, baby,” he growls and slips the mask over his face.
Realization dawns on you quickly and you immediately turn and bolt down the hall. Tentacle Monster bf feels the thrill of the chase shoot down his spine and he snarls as he runs after you throughout the house.
Your body grows hot as you run from room to room. And it isn’t the exorcise but the arousal blossoming and coursing through your veins. Your core pulses with need as you loop around a bend, feeling your bf gaining speed and closing in on you. Letting out a fierce shriek you bolt into the living room. The chilling roar your bf releases as sparks shooting straight down to where you need him most. You don’t know what made your bf do this but god are you glad for it. You always fantasized about being chased but you didn’t know it would be this damn hot.
Just as you’re about to pass the couch, your bfs tentacle shoot out and curl around your ankles. You release a mix of a yelp and a moan as he forcefully swings you onto the couch, the furniture sliding back with the momentum. Tentacle Monster bf growls as he quickly mounts you, ducking his head close to your neck. Your holes clench around nothing as the Ghostface mask invades your space, terror and arousal building higher within in.
Tentacle Monster bf doesn’t say a word and it only makes everything that much more intense. All you can hear are his throaty growls and harsh breaths. More of his tentacle slip past the costume robe and up your legs. Before you can even adjust to the tantalizing sensation, your bf slams, not one, but two of his tentacles deep inside you with a solid stroke. A fierce scream echos off the walls, your back arching as he immediately begins pounding away at you.
Gasps and moans spill from your lips uncontrollably. You weakly try and meet his thrusts but it’s like something’s taken over him as your bf ruthlessly plunges his tentacles as deep inside you as they can go. Your eyes roll back as he keeps adding more, stretching you beyond the limits of what you thought you could take.
Tentacle Monster snarls at you as you keep trying to move. More of his tentacles whip out and wrap around your limbs, pinning them down on the couch. Forcing you to take what he gives you. And you love it. Your body in a constant stats of ecstasy. The never ending pleasure has you shaking as his merciless thrusts bring you closer to the edge.
He continues to pound away into your sloppy hole, the loud squelch of your bodies meeting only turns you on more. When you finally cum on his tentacles, clenching around him tightly, you swear for a moment you see white. A silent scream leaving you. And Tentacles Monster bf just keeps going, working you through one of the most intense orgasms of your life. He follows you in release after a few more erratic thrusts of his tentacles and you moan weakly as you feel them spurt his hot cum deep inside you.
His tentacles stay nestled in deep inside you as he collapses on your spent form. You reach up and carefully slip off his mask, warmth filling you as you can see his face again. Contentment washes over you both as the adrenaline of the chase begins to fade.
“I think I like this human tradition of dressing up in the costumes,” your bf rumbles, his tentacles twitching inside your hole, showing you just how much he likes it.
A soft moan leaves you and his tentacles move around a little more. You can’t help but chuckle, a dazed smile forming on your face as you realize you’re not gonna be going anywhere anytime soon.
