Scream For Me -D.G & W.W. [18+]
Warnings: Language, violence, blood, death, murder, NSFW smut, oral, fingering, vaginal sex, double penetration, degradation, dubcon (heavy on the dubious), coersion?
Pairing: Dick Grayson x Reader X Wally West
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Word Count: 13.5K
A/N: Well, here it is! My contribution to Kinktober 2025! I have been planning this for literally since last October, and I finally committed to the bit. Big thanks to my besties @offendedfishnoises and @niggxrette for helping me get through this and keep me going. Without these two, it probably would've taken another year. I hope you all enjoy my little Scream AU! Minors, Blank Blogs DNI.
You tried to ignore the words, the things said to stab at you and make you feel inferior. It didn’t help when your mother’s death made you become the most exciting thing to happen in your hometown’s recent history. For the last year, you and your poor dad have been trying to move on, ignore the rumors, and keep going.
The locals made that harder than it sounded. Especially when two bodies were found, not just dead, but gutted and mutilated.
Garth and Lilith were your friends. Their bodies were found at Lilith’s, with Garth found tied to a chair on the back patio. Lilith was strung up from a tree and left to die like she was on display.
The whole thing sent a shiver down your spine; everything was happening too close to home for your liking. Donna and Kori looked over and saw the upset look on your face. They knew nothing would be able to keep you away from all of this fully, but that still didn’t do anything.
You tried to get out, away from everything. But all roads lead to home, especially when the university you attended was only an hour drive away.
“Hey, Y/N. Are you alright?”
You felt Donna put a hand on your shoulder as you walked down the street. The three of you were just walking through the town, trying to get your mind off of everything.
Letting out a sigh, you turned to look at her and shrugged. “What is there to be bothered by?”
Donna shot Kori a look over your shoulder, one that said she wasn’t impressed with your bullshit.
“Babe, there’s nothing wrong with being bothered by what’s going on. Two of our friends are dead, and it’s days before the anniversary of your mother’s death. We’d be more worried if you weren’t upset by any of this.” Kori sighed, linking her arm with yours.
“We’re here for you, no matter what. You know that, right?”
Looking between your friends, you nodded. All of your friends have been supportive this last year. Outside of them, Garth and Lilith, you had Roy and Wally, who were best friends with your boyfriend, Dick.
At the thought of him, your heart swelled. It’s been weeks since you saw him last. He understood your need to get out and away from everything, and you understood his not wanting to leave just yet.
You were actually supposed to meet him later tonight, but decided a small walk around town, complete with some shopping, is what you needed at the moment. That’s where Kori and Donna came in. Within minutes of your call, the two of them showed up at your door dressed and ready to rake the town together.
“I know you guys are always here for me, and I can't tell you how much I appreciate it. Things haven’t felt the same, and I guess I’m just worried.”
Donna gave you a quizzical look, “Worried? Worried about what?”
“I don’t know, I guess just being too different? I feel like everything is changing, and I can’t keep up. What if I lose you guys, or Dick? I’ve already lost my mom, Garth, and Lilith. I don’t think I could lose anyone else.”
Your friends shared a look of sympathy. Grabbing your arms, they pulled you to a stop and made you look at them.
“Y/N, you’ve been through a traumatic ordeal. It’s going to change you and how you view life. What’s important is that you don’t lose yourself in the process.” Kori said, her tone soft and gentle. “If you came back to us the same as you left, I’d be more worried.”
Donna nodded in agreement. “Kori’s right. We love you, and we aren’t going anywhere, okay?”
You could feel the tears well up in your eyes, unable to stop the few strays from trickling down your face. “I couldn’t ask for better friends.”
“I know,” Donna grinned. “Now, how about we go hit that new shop down the street? I heard Rachel say they have some killer new sets that are to die for. We’ll show Dick what he’s been missing.”
A few hours and a couple hundred dollars later, the three of you walked out of the store with bags hung over your arms filled with items that gave you a new sense of confidence. Your dad had just left town the day before, and Dick was due to arrive roughly when the sun set, so you had time to get yourself home and all dolled up for him.
It didn’t take long for you to get home, bidding Donna and Kori farewell. Shaking off the emotions of the day, you unlocked the door and walked in. This was supposed to be a fun night, and you were determined to keep it that way.
Setting your bags by the steps, you tossed your keys into the bowl with the other sets on the buffet in the hall. Most of the lights were off, as any normal money-saving adult would do. Walking through the house, you turned on a few lights and let out a sigh.
It had been a while since you’d been back home, but it hadn’t changed a bit. It was still home.
Making your way back around to the stairs, you picked up the back and walked up to where your room still was. Your dad kept it the way you left it for times like this, where you would come home every so often. It showed that he still wanted you around.
Shutting the door, you made sure the curtains were shut before you began to change. Kori and Donna had talked you into buying a dark blue lingerie set complete with little red bows all over. Your goal was to surprise Dick, but they wanted to give him a heart attack.
The velvet material felt like silk on your skin, with the black lace lining the cleavage of the top and around the legs. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you turned and admired your form. Dick was sure to fall at your feet the second he saw you in the outfit.
With a satisfied hum, you turned and grabbed your robe. It was seconds after you fastened the tie that your phone rang.
Picking up the device, you saw it was an unknown number. Tilting your head in confusion, you answered the call.
“Hello?”
“Hello, (Y/N).”
Immediately, you felt a shiver run down your spine. The voice wasn’t recognizable, and the tone of the voice had filled you with a sense of unease.
“Who is this?”
“What would your boyfriend think of you wearing a set like that for another man?”
You felt the color drain from your face. Immediately, you ran to the window and threw open the curtains. The porch lights were still on, and there wasn’t a person in sight. Looking around, your breath picked up at the thought of someone watching you somewhere.
How the hell could they see you? Your windows were shut, the doors were locked, and you were the only one home. For all you knew, this could be some fucker across town calling you, to freak you out after what happened to Garth and Lilith.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m on the couch watching the game.”
There was a pause, the caller’s breath rasping over the line. There was some rustling before the voice returned.
“You and I both know that’s not true.” There was a hint of glee in the caller’s tone, as if he knew something you didn’t. “I have to say, royal blue looks sexy on you. But I think the red bows are my favorite,”
Your eyes widened as you whipped around, trying to find where the caller could be hiding. If you weren’t afraid before, you definitely were now, and there was no hiding it. Someone was in your house, and they were watching you.
“Who the fuck are you?” you hissed, tightening the grip you had on your phone.
“Now, now, answers come in due time. But I suggest you watch your mouth before I gut you like I did to your friends.”
This was so much worse than you thought. This wasn’t just some prank call with a home invader. Whoever killed Garth and Lilith was the one watching you.
“Now, if you want to live, be a good girl and do as I say.” There was more rustling before the voice returned. “Take off the robe,”
“I– what?” you squeaked, wrapping your arms tighter around yourself.
“I said take off the fucking robe, or you’re going to be seeing your friends a lot sooner than you think,” the voice snapped.
With shaky hands, you slowly undid the front of the robe. You weren’t sure where the caller was hiding, but it had to be somewhere nearby to see you in real time.
“That’s it, baby, such a good girl.”
You heard his voice drop an octave the second your robe hit the floor. You tried to ignore the pooling wetness in your underwear, focusing on how to handle the situation without dying or losing your dignity.
“Now give me a turn, I want to see your sexy body.”
Doing as the voice said, you kept your phone pressed to your ear as you slowly turned. Using this to your advantage, you looked everywhere you could to try to figure out where the person could be hiding. It was when you were facing your closet that the voice told you to stop.
You heard the caller inhale sharply and more rustling noises.
“Fucking shit, you look good enough to eat,” the voice purred, clearly turned on by the view. “Think you could give me a show?”
Your eyes went wide. The caller had to be in the closet; there was no other explanation. With the lines across the paneling, there was enough space that someone hiding in there would be able to see you perfectly, where you were standing.
“Don’t make me tell you again,” the voice warned, “Entertain me,”
Standing your ground, you refused to move. “Not until you leave my closet.”
“You don’t want that. When I come out, I’m going to kill you. Gut you open like a pig and string you from a tree, just like that little friend of yours.” The voice growled. “You don’t want that, do you?”
You had nothing to protect yourself with. Darting your eyes around, you landed on the lamp sitting by your door. If you wanted to make it out alive, you had to stand your ground and fight back.
“Last warning, or I’m coming out to play.”
“Fuck you.”
Tossing your phone to the floor, you ran towards the lamp. Behind you, the door to your closet was shoved off its hinges, turning into a pile of wood on the floor. Sparing a glance back, you saw a person dressed in a large black robe and a Ghostface mask. In one hand was the phone, and the other held a large butcher knife, poised at the ready to stab you.
Grabbing the lamp, you ripped it off the nightstand and threw it at the attacker.
Hearing it land with a thud, you took this moment to throw your bedroom door open and run down the stairs. Grabbing a large coat off the rack, you threw it over your shoulders before heading for the front door.
You could hear the footsteps behind you, thundering down the steps, making your fear and panic rise to higher levels. It wasn’t until you tried to open the door that you remembered you had locked it. Turning to look where the keys were, Ghostface was within feet of you.
You didn’t have time to try to unlock the door. Darting down the hall, you grabbed your keys before heading to the back. If you were fast enough, you could get there, open the door, and make a break for it to your neighbors.
You were steps away from the door when a hand came and grabbed you by the back of the head with a fistful of hair. Your feet went out from under you, giving the attacker the advantage they needed.
They pulled you up, knife reflecting in the window in front of you as Ghostface kept a tight grip. You could see the white mask, it shockingly bright in the window reflection. You had one chance at this. If you failed, this was it. You were done for.
Twisting the keys in your hand, you tightened your grip before moving to shove it into the arm holding you by the hair.
Ghostface let out a cry of pain as they let you go, your body falling to the floor. Your keys slid out of your hand with a clatter, but you paid no mind. You had to get help, you had to get out. Shoving the cloaked figure to the floor, you got up and ran back to your room. Slamming the door shut, you locked it behind you and picked your phone up from the floor.
Immediately, you dialed 911.
“911, what’s your emergency?”
“He’s here, he’s in my house!” You cried. “The one who killed my two friends the other night is in my house!”
Seconds later, there was a banging on your door, making you scream and drop your phone. You couldn’t stop the tears from falling down your face as you turned and began to pry your window open. The second you got it open, another body came into view, making you jump back and scream.
“Hey, hey.” Dick’s voice cooed as he climbed in the window. “What’s going on, sweetheart?”
“Dick!” you cried, gripping him tightly. “He’s here! He’s trying to get in!”
Looking over at the door, it had suddenly gone silent. But that didn’t mean Ghostface was gone.
Letting his eyes flit back towards you, Dick raised a brow. “Was this for me?”
Feeling the heat rise in your face, you looked away. “Can we not talk about that right now? I’m half dressed, and there is a murderer in my house,” you hissed.
Dick chuckled before he bent down to pick up your discarded robe, helping you slip it back on. “Stick close to me, okay?”
You gave him a nod. You weren’t sure what Dick was going to do, but having him here made you feel more at ease.
“What are you going to do?”
“See if he’s still here, and then chase him out.”
Nodding slowly, you kept your robe wrapped tightly around you. There was a cool breeze through the house, making goosebumps rise on your skin. Nothing felt safe, not the street, not the store, and not even your own home now. What were you supposed to do?
Quietly, you followed Dick down the stairs as he kept an eye out. The house was silent now, not a sound to be heard besides your scared breathing and footsteps from you and Dick.
Suddenly, he stopped, not giving you a heads up, forcing you to bump into him. The force was hard enough for an object to fall out of his pocket. Looking down, it was a burner phone. Tilting your head, you knelt to pick it up and gave Dick a look.
“Dick, why do you have a burner in your pocket?”
Quickly, he whipped around to look at you, and his silence set you more on edge.
“Sweetheart, it’s not–”
“Don’t you fucking dare tell me this isn’t yours, Richard Grayson. It fell out of your goddamn pocket.”
Dick stayed silent, and that made every alarm bell in your head ring. Before he could say anything, you shoved him aside and made a break for the front door. It was wide open now, that being the source of the chilly breeze.
You didn’t care that you were half-dressed; you had to get away. Something told you Dick had something to do with what just happened, his sudden appearance right as Ghostface disappears, and the cheap burner phone? Too many things were lining up.
Not looking where you were going, you ran face-first into another body that had you screaming.
Hands came up to stop you, forcing you to look at them. “Hey, ma’am, it’s alright.”
Looking up, you saw a familiar face. It was Officer Harvey, an old family friend of your dad’s and Dick’s families.
Without taking a breath, you explained everything that happened, down to the second Dick showed up with, the burner falling out of his pocket, and you running out the door. Before you knew it, Dick was arrested, and Kori was there within minutes with Donna at her side.
The rest of the night went by in a blur. Dick was in jail for the night, the town sheriff wanting to hold him for questioning. Kori and Donna helped you pack a bag, and the three of you went down to Kori’s for the night.
They didn’t want to ask you about what happened, but they wanted to help you. Even after you fell into an uneasy sleep, one of them stayed awake to keep an eye out. The killer wasn’t confirmed to be caught, and they didn’t want to be caught unaware if he decided to show back up.
You got an uneasy night of sleep, but you were rested. You woke up that morning to the news that Dick was in fact released from jail, his father coming in to confirm he was with him at the time of the attack, clearing him from trying to murder you.
That didn’t erase the uneasy feeling that something wasn’t lining up. Deciding to take a break, you kept your phone off for the day. You didn’t want or need to see what people were saying about you or how you were dressed.
You especially didn’t want to hear from Dick or any of his excuses. That didn’t stop Roy or Wally from coming to Kori’s and checking on you. Of course, you gave them basic answers, refusing to really divulge what you were feeling. Mainly because you didn’t know what you were feeling.
How were you supposed to describe to someone the feeling of grief with the anniversary of your mom’s death, finding out two of your friends were brutally murdered, right before you were almost murdered yourself? To top it off, your boyfriend, the whole reason you came back to town, was suspect number one, and no one seemed to be able to leave you alone.
Donna and Kori at least seemed to understand the fact that you didn’t understand, and you loved them for it. They respected you and your feelings more than most people in your life. Which was why you agreed to go to Wally’s stupid party in the first place. His family was gone for the weekend, and with you back in town, he wanted to do a big high school reunion, get-together.
In his words, he “wanted to get the band back together now that everyone was here.” You weren’t sure how to feel about that, the last few days doing enough to shock your mental state into crazy places.
That led to where you were now, standing in the foyer of Wally’s house, taking a look around. You hadn’t been back to your place yet and had no desire to. With your house keys missing, you didn’t want to go home with the risk of someone letting themselves in again.
Within minutes of you showing up, Wally bounded towards you with a huge grin on his face. “There she is! How are my three favorite girls?”
Kori and Donna both rolled their eyes at Wally’s antics. This was how he always greeted the three of you, and it seemed that it would never change.
Walking around you, Wally wrapped his arms around the three of you from behind. “Alright, so the food is in the kitchen, obviously. Drinks are in the ice box in the garage, movies are in the living room, and the bedrooms are upstairs if you guys ever so need one.”
You could hear the grin on his face without having to look at him. Wally was always one for these parties, his loud and outgoing personality making him a natural magnet for parties and social events.
“Oh, Dick is around here somewhere,” he hummed, tapping you on the shoulder. “Said he wanted to talk to you about something, or something.”
Huffing a laugh, you slunk out of his arms. “Well, I’m not sure I even want to talk to him about something, or something.”
“Not even so I can apologize?”
Hearing his voice, you quickly turned around to see Dick leaning against the kitchen doorway. His blue eyes were watching you intently, with dark bangs hanging in his face, with an unreadable expression on his face.
Wrapping your arms around yourself, you slowly took a step back. “I’m not even sure I want to hear it, Dick.”
Pushing off the wall, he made his way over to you and stopped at the bottom of the steps. “Give me a chance?”
Looking at his outstretched hand, you chewed your lip in thought. It wouldn’t hurt to hear what he had to say, would it? The question was, would you believe what he had to say?
Glancing back at Donna and Kori, you saw them give you a small nod as if they were encouraging you to at least give it a shot. If they thought Dick was worth it, then you could give him a shot.
Letting out a breath, you took his hand as Dick led you up the stairs and to an empty bedroom. You walked in and stopped in the middle, taking a look around. You noticed the wallpaper, decor, lighting fixtures, just about every detail that gave the room the character it had.
Out of the corner of your eye, you saw the closet. It had the same style of doors as your own back home. Quickly, you walked over and threw the doors open and let out a sigh of relief, seeing that no one was hiding in it this time.
“Scared of the boogy man?”
Jumping a little at his voice, you turned to look at Dick and shrugged. “Didn’t Roy tell you he’s called Michael Meyers, or The Shape and no. No boogyman to jump out and try to kill me.”
Dick chuckled at your comment. “You’re right. Roy loves his horror movies.” Looking at the floor, Dick kicked at the carpet.
“Listen, I didn’t mean to scare you like that,” he started. “Your door was locked, and I thought your dad was still home, so I came in the window.”
Watching him intently, you nodded for him to continue.
“The burner was because Bruce and I are having another fight, and that’s the phone I use when I don’t want anyone to know where I’m going or to contact me that I don’t want to.”
That made some sense. Dick loved and respected his guardian, but they didn’t always see eye to eye. You remember hearing about all the spats they had growing up Dick would run away and hide at your place for the night before he would go home in the morning. It seemed that was still a habit he had in the present day.
“I’m sorry for scaring the hell out of you. I didn’t mean for it to happen like that.”
Stepping closer, you carefully took Dick’s hand. “I’m sorry too, for jumping to conclusions before I could listen to what you had to say.”
Dick’s eyes finally met yours, a soft smile gracing his face. “Sweetheart, you don’t have to apologize. Someone broke into your house and tried to kill you. Of course, you would be suspicious if I suddenly showed up and the guy disappeared at the same time.”
You let out a sigh of relief. Dick wasn’t mad at you, and you weren’t mad at him any longer. It was a misunderstanding. Moving to sit on the bed, you giggled as Dick pulled you onto his lap and held you close.
“I missed you so fucking much you have no idea.”
“I missed you, too, Dick.”
Cupping his face, you leaned in and pressed your lips to his. Dick’s hold tightened on you as he held you firmly in place. It didn’t take long for the kiss to escalate, and before you knew it, your clothes were off and across the floor. Dick followed after.
You didn’t realize how much you missed him, not until he had you pressed under him as he made love to you, making sure you knew how loved you were. It had been a while since you felt like this, at home and safe. Dick was your home, the reason you kept going every day.
It wasn’t long until you both were at your highs, Dick’s sultry voice talking you through your orgasm as if it wasn’t the hottest thing he’s ever done. Once you were both done and spent, the two of you lay there together, soaking in the moment before you patted his chest.
“Come on, we need to rejoin the party or everyone is going to know what we did.”
It didn’t take long for you and Dick to get your clothes back on. What took the longest was finding them. As you adjusted your shirt and buttoned your pants, you couldn’t fight the smile forming on your face. Things were finally going right. You and Dick were okay, your friends never stopped supporting you, and despite it all, you were still alive.
That feeling came crashing down when you turned to look at Dick and saw the very same man who tried to kill you the night before walking up behind him. Your eyes went wide, and before you could even get a sound out, Dick turned, and you were forced to watch as Ghostface slashed his chest open and stabbed him in the side.
A horrified scream left you, the shrill sound filling the air.
Frantically, you looked around for another way out. Running to the left, you saw a door and ran for it. Luckily, it went through a different room, giving you the chance to escape. However, you could hear the steps of your pursuer.
You had to keep going; nothing good would happen if you stopped. Dick had just died in front of you, and you wanted to mourn him, but that would only get you killed. Running through another door, you slammed it shut behind you and barricaded it with several items you found.
The sounds of Ghostface banging on the door echoed through the attic, each one making you jump as tears fell down your face. You didn’t want to die here; you couldn’t die here. Someone had to get out and alert someone of what was happening.
Your only way out was the window behind you. But even then, that was a steep drop from the roof to the ground below. Was it a risk you were willing to take?
Glancing back at the window, you could see that there was a boat sitting there below. Maybe that could catch your fall. Not wasting another second, with the creaking wooden sounds behind you of the door behind broken open, you quickly opened the window.
Immediately, you were greeted with fresh air, which gave you a new sense of life. It wasn’t going to last long if you didn’t move quickly. Taking a deep breath, you kicked the screen out and slowly climbed your way out of the window. Carefully setting one foot and then the other, you made sure you had enough standing before you turned and were greeted with the sight of Ghostface in front of you.
Before you could process what was happening, he grabbed your wrist as you swung the other and clocked him in the face. You tried to pull out of his grip, hitting his wrist and hand to try and make him lose his hold.
Out of the corner of your eye, you watched him raise the knife and tried to dodge out of the way, making him stab you in the shoulder instead of the chest.
You let out a shriek of pain, using that as he pulled the knife back to attack again, and kicked off the roof. His grip on you was gone, and you were airborne for a few moments before landing harshly on the top of the boat below.
You could hear the creaking and quaking of not just the boat, but your body as it tried to recover from the fall. It hurt like hell, but it got you away. Trying to catch your breath, you carefully got off the boat and frantically looked around.
Maybe there would be something in the garage that could help. Turning to enter, you looked up and were met with the sight of Donna hanging from the doggy door, her head crushed in with a lifeless look on her face.
“No!” You collapsed to your knees, sobs wracking your body as you looked at your friend’s dead body. It had only been maybe an hour since you saw her last, and she’s been here for who knows how long while you were rekindling things with Dick.
Hearing a sound to your left, you quickly got up. The killer was still on the loose, and you couldn’t stay here. Running around to the front of the house, you saw that most people had left. What was going on? Nothing made sense anymore. Someone at the party had to be running around a Ghostface, and your list of suspects was running low.
Dick and Donna were dead, and Kori, Roy, and Wally were all unaccounted for. You had to find them and try to warn them.
Hearing more steps, you quickly ducked behind the bush and heard a voice.
“None of this makes any fucking sense. Just because I like the movies doesn’t mean I want to live in one of these movies.”
Peaking around, you saw that it was Roy.
“Roy,” you hissed. “Quick, over here!”
Hearing your voice, Roy quickly ran over and hid with you.
“What the hell is going on? How did you get all the way out here?”
Huffing a sigh, you gave him a look. “It’s a really long story. Where did everyone go? Where’s Wally? And have you seen Kori?”
Roy shrugged, “I think they all went to get more beer. Donna never came back with more, so they all assumed that it was gone, and for some stupid reason, they all left.”
“Donna’s dead, so is Dick,” you whispered, looking around.
You watched his eyes go wide, “What the hell? Dick and Donna? What the fuck happened?”
There was a sense of unease in the air, like you weren’t alone. Looking around, you ducked further behind the bush. “Dick was killed in the bedroom, and Donna was crushed into the garage door.”
“Hoy fucking shit,”
You sighed, “Yeah,”
Before Roy could respond, there was the sound of a snapping twig behind you. Quickly, you both turned to see where the sound came from, and not too far from where you were hiding, you could see the white Ghostface mask standing out from the night sky.
He had his knife in one hand, raised at the ready. Tilting his head, you watched as he waved at you, before he took off running towards you.
Not wasting another moment, you began to shove Roy to get up.
“Run!”
The two of you ran; you weren’t sure where, but you had to find a place to hide. Your phone was lost inside, and even if you had it, there was very little reception where Wally lived, so it was pointless.
You could feel your lungs ready to burst as you ran, not daring to look back because you knew Ghostface was hot on your heels.
“We’ve got to get help. If we split up, you can run until you get enough service to get help,” you wheezed, urging your feet to keep going.
“Me?” he asked incredulously, “Why me?”
“Because you’re faster, now go!”
Roy shot you another look before he pivoted and ran towards the road. “Don’t you fucking die on me too.”
Giving him a nod, you turned and made your way back to the house. You had a feeling Ghostface would follow you because you were the easier target. Smaller, slower, and weaker. You could feel the stab wound on your shoulder start to cause you more issues, the pain throbbing through you as you ran through the uneven grass and dirt.
There had to be someone else alive, someone who could try to help you. Your only bet was to find Kori, but part of you was scared of what condition you would find her in.
Finding your way back to the front door, you saw that it was wide open and started to make your way back to it. You were almost to the door when you heard the sound of snapping twigs. Quickly, you turned and saw Wally coming up to you. You wished you could relax at the sight of him; he was the only other one unaccounted for that wasn’t Kori, and you were sure she wasn’t trying to kill you.
“Y/N, what the hell is going on?” he huffed, holding his side as he walked towards you.
Backing away quickly, you spared a glance at the door and then the woods. Roy was supposed to be getting help, but you had no idea if he even managed to get away. With that thought, you wondered where Wally had been the entire time.
“You tell me,” you questioned, eyeing him carefully.
Wally looked a little taken aback. “What is that supposed to mean?”
“I mean, you are the only person I haven’t seen tonight since people started getting murdered.”
He scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Oh come on, we both know that’s stupid.”
Narrowing your eyes, you weren’t sure what to make of his response. “It’s not stupid when someone is trying to kill us,”
Before Wally could respond, you heard more footsteps. Roy came stumbling out from the other side of the house and jogged over the second he saw the two of you.
“Roy! What the hell are you doing here!” you hissed. “You were supposed to go get help!”
“I couldn’t just leave you like this; who knows where that lunatic is. For all I know, it could be Wally, and I’d be leaving you here with him.”
Wally didn’t take kindly to that accusation. “Hey! For all I fucking know, it could be you.”
You quickly shook your head. “That’s impossible, Roy and I were both chased.” Slowly, you started to step back towards the open door.
“Yeah,” Wally scoffed, “and how do we know this fucker doesn’t have an accomplice?”
Roy looked as confused as you felt. “What kind of stupid horror movie twist is that? Two killers? Only the one who’s trying to cover his tracks would say that.”
Wally turned to look at Roy, with an unsettling expression on his face. “Yeah, and someone who is trying to keep himself out of it would blame the only other person here.”
You stood there and watched them go back and forth, arguing over who the killer could be. This was getting you nowhere, and you were running out of time. On the off chance that it was neither of them, Ghostface was getting all the time he needed to come after the three of you.
Quietly, you continued to step backward towards the door. You hated this, but your best bet at survival was to keep yourself away from people the best you could. There was no guarantee that Roy or Wally wasn’t the one running around trying to kill you, and that was two too many chances for you to risk.
You were almost to the door when leaves crunched under your feet. Both Wally's and Roy’s heads snapped up, and they looked at you.
“Y/N, what are you doing?”
Like a deer caught in headlights, you just stared. What should you say? Sorry, one or both of you might be trying to kill me, and I don’t want to die.
Not wanting to take the risk, you swallowed the lump in your throat.
“Fuck you both,” and you took off and ran for the front door.
You could hear their shouts behind you as they tried to catch up. It seemed both Roy and Wally had sustained some injuries from the night, but you couldn’t take the risk. You had to get out alive, even if it meant possibly risking your friends.
Making it to the door, you quickly stepped inside and slammed it in their faces, locking it shut.
“Let us in!”
“We’re going to die out here!”
“Y/N, come on! This is sick and you know it!”
Tightening your grip on the handle, you leaned your head on the door. You couldn’t open it; you had to stay safe, wherever safe was.
Hearing a thud behind you, you quickly turned and saw a hand reach out and around the door at the top of the stairs as they pulled themselves into view.
With a shocked gasp, you saw that it was Dick. He was alive! Quickly, you ran over as he tumbled down the stairs towards you. Ghostface was nowhere to be seen, but you weren’t going to give him another chance to hurt Dick.
“Dick!” running up to him, as you tried to check his bloody body for the wounds. He should be dead, so how the hell is he moving?
“What is going on?”
His head turned to the door, and Roy and Wally continued to shout and bang on the door. “Why are they locked outside?”
Shocked at his question, you weren’t sure how to answer. “I–I–, I don’t know what’s going on, and I panicked–”
Dick cupped your face gently as he shushed you, “It’s okay. I’m going to go get the gun from the study. You just stay here, okay?”
Immediately, you began to protest. “Dick! You were almost killed, I can go–”
“No,” he stopped you, as he got to his feet. “I’ll be okay,” he smiled at you gently, before he walked into the study down the hall. It didn’t take long for him to come back; the sounds of Roy and Wally fighting and banging on the door echoed through the empty house.
You watched as Dick carefully opened the door and let the two of them in.
“Quickly, get in.”
Roy scrambled to get in the door. Roy’s eyes widened to see Dick there in front of him.
“Holy shit, Y/N said you were dead,” he panted, keeping his eyes on Wally. “I don’t know what’s going on. Wally ran off! He’s gone mad!”
Dick turned to look at you, a smile playing on his face. “We all go a little mad sometimes,”
Before Roy could say anything, Dick aimed the gun at Roy and shot him in the chest. With a scream, you watched as he fell. Hitting his head on the steps, Roy was unconscious as he bled out in front of you on the floor.
“Oh my god!” You covered your mouth in shock, looking at Roy before turning to look at Dick.
“Anthony Perkins, Psycho.”
The grin Dick had on his face made you feel uneasy, and why was he standing like nothing was wrong? None of this made sense; there were too many pieces you were trying to fit into the puzzle. Was Dick really involved with what happened at your house?
Was Wally even involved? Were they both, like he had so casually suggested?
You watched as Dick leaned against the front door, his eyes lighting up in amusement as he watched you slowly figure everything out.
“Corn syrup,” he hummed, sucking some off his finger. “Same stuff they used for pig’s blood in Carrie.”
This was unbelievable. Dick was part of it from the very beginning; he had fooled you and everyone else completely. He killed Garth, Lilith, Donna, and now Roy. Why would he go around killing all of your friends?
“N–No,” you whimpered, turning on your heel to run away, only to be stopped by another body in your way.
“Wally!” you gasped, looking up at him. “You’ve got to help me,”
Wally looked at Dick before looking down at you, as the same grin formed on his face. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a small white box and spoke into it.
“Surprise, Y/N.”
You looked at him with wide eyes. That was the same voice that taunted you from your bedroom closet. Roy was right, Wally was in on it. He and Dick had been terrorizing everyone, you especially, and no one was the wiser.
Not wanting to waste more time, you pushed Wally away and took off into the kitchen. Making your way to the other side, you were stopped by Dick, who pointed the gun at you with an uneasy look on his face.
Wally tossed the voice modulator to Dick, who caught it with ease.
“What’s wrong, sweetheart? You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” he grinned.
Before you could do anything, Dick pushed you further into the kitchen, cornering you against the counter. You watched as Wally reached over and handed Dick the knife, then took the gun and set it on the counter beside him.
Dick stood there with the knife in his hand, twirling the handle between his fingers as he watched you. Wally grinned as he leaned over his body, resting his chin on his shoulder. There were small traces of blood–Donna’s blood–smeared on his face and hands as he wrapped an arm around Dick’s shoulders.
“Now that she knows, what should we do with her Walls?” Dick hummed, tightening his hold on the knife and pointing it right at your throat. You were trapped in the kitchen both Dick and Wally blocking your only way out, effectively cornered in.
You watched as Wally’s eyes case you over, an unsettling grin growing on his face. “We should use her for our own personal fun.”
Wally pulled himself from Dick, walking around him before he stepped behind you. You felt his hands grip your upper arms tightly, holding you in place as he rested his chin dangerously close to your neck.
“Or,” he drawled the word out slowly, his breath catching your ear, making a shiver run down your spine at the sensation. “Maybe she wants in on the fun too, Dickie.”
You felt Wally slide his hands down your arms, his fingers tracing your wrists and hands before firmly taking your waist, pulling your hips against his. A shocked gasp left your lips, feeling him pressed up against you, your hands coming to rest on his to try and do something, anything.
Dick watched his friend’s actions with a look of amusement, before stepping closer and pressing the tip of his knife against the bottom of your chin and forcing you to look up at him.
“What are you going to do, sweetheart? Cry?” he grinned, watching you fight internally with your thoughts. “You’re so cute when you do, why don’t you go ahead and cry for me, baby?”
This was wrong, so wrong. Every instinct in your body was telling you to try to do something and escape. Maybe step on Wally’s foot, grab the knife from Dick, and run?
You wouldn’t get anywhere. The house is a maze, and they are both faster and stronger than you.
Dick watched your expression as he leaned in closer. “All that lip wobbling just makes me wanna bite it.” The tone of his voice was as dangerous as it was sultry, effectively luring you in with a false sense of security with the man you thought you knew and loved.
Flipping the knife in his hand, pointing the blade back at him, you watched as he slowly dragged your bottom lip lower with his thumb. As he did this, you could feel Wally's hands slide from your hips to the inside of your thighs.
Wally grinned, feeling your grip on his wrist tighten as he lightly rubbed his fingers over your center, a whine escaping your lips, your body betraying you by reacting to them.
“Oh, she's turned on by this. Maybe your sweet little darling is more fucked up than we thought,” Wally hummed, brushing his nose over your ear before eagerly snapping his teeth, making you jump in his hold.
In doing so, you pressed down on his hand more, and a soft moan slipped out before you could stop it, making them both grin wider.
“Fuck you,” you hissed.
Dick watched Wally’s hand slowly rub circles with the pads of his fingers, and the way your hips moved with them. He had his fun with you upstairs already; who’s to say that he couldn’t share his girl with his best friend, especially when your body was clearly begging for it?
“You already did, sweetheart. Now, why don’t we let Wally have a turn?”
Wally’s grin grew bigger from the permission from his friend, adding pressure with his fingers. You could feel his erection through his pants pressing into your ass, as he let out breathy moans, the sound filling your ears.
Your thoughts turned to mush. This was wrong. Dick and Wally were murderers; they were the ones running around town dressed as Ghostface, killing every one of your friends and more. You knew this was wrong, but your mind and your body were at war. One was trying to convince you to stop this and find a way out, but the other was growing more and more desperate with Wally’s touch and Dick’s heavy gaze watching every moment.
“God, she’s so fucking wet already and I’ve barely touched her.” Wally groaned, licking up the shell of your ear before nibbling on the lobe. “I can’t believe you’ve kept her to yourself all this time and didn’t bother sharing.”
Dick grinned, watching you slowly give in to Wally’s advances, your head tipping back to rest on his shoulder with your eyes closed. Soft moans and pants flowed from your lips as Wally sank his teeth into the flesh on your throat, pulling your hips further back into his.
“Just wait until you feel how tightly she squeezes around you when she’s about to cum, and the cute little sounds that follow.” Dick hummed, twirling the knife as he moved to lean against the island in the middle of the kitchen.
“Please,” you gasped, eyes landing on Dick, who continued to watch with a grin on his face.
Dick raised a brow as Wally’s mouth and hands got more desperate. The hand that was resting on your hip was now under your shirt, grabbing at your breast, kneading it roughly in his palm while his lips left a trail of bite marks from your ear to your collar.
“Tell me you want me,” he demanded.
“Tell me you want me, and I’ll make it all better, darling.”
You stuttered, “I–”
Could you? Should you? Everything about this was so wrong, but the way Wally’s touch and Dick’s watchful eye made you feel was so right. You’d be lying if you said you’ve never thought about Dick’s best friend like this, fucking you in front of your boyfriend for him to watch and enjoy.
“You what, baby?” he hummed, managing to catch your clit with the fabric of your clothes, making you cry out softly.
You had to get away, but you had to satiate this need. You felt like you were going to burn if you didn’t say yes. Was it really worth it? Compromising who you were for two people you thought you knew?
As if Wally could hear your inner thoughts, his lips trailed back up to your ear. “Tell me you want me,” he hummed, running his tongue over your ear. “Tell me, and I’ll make sure you get us both once I’m done with you.”
His words were your undoing.
“I want you,”
Wally chuckled lowly in your ear, pressing a soft kiss to it. “That’s all I needed.”
Before you knew what was happening, Wally’s hand quickly undid the button to your pants and slid his hand down the front of your underwear. The other had a tight grip on your breast, your bra pushed up and out of the way as he kneaded your flesh in a bruising grip.
His fingers danced their way down to your folds before he began to stroke them slowly at first. The first initial touch had you jolting in his hold, from his cold hand. Looking to your left, you could see Dick’s eyes watch intently where his best friend's hand disappeared into your pants.
Dick knew how you felt, the way your pussy welcomed every part of him it could take from his tongue, to his hands and cock. Seeing his best friend get to experience that same feeling was doing things to him that he wasn’t sure if he wanted to name.
Wally tried to be patient; he really did. But the second he slipped a finger into your sopping hole, he was gone.
“Fuck, Dick, she’s so fucking wet,” he whined, thrusting his finger in and out of you as he kept his hips pressed into yours. You could feel his cock strain through the fabric of his pants, the way it curved against the swell of your ass.
Dipping his head towards your shoulder, Wally pressed sloppy kisses to your skin, leaving a trail of bites and saliva in his wake as he made his way back to your ear.
“Look at you, such a fucking whore.” he grinned, teasing your entrance with another finger. Feeling the way your cunt fluttered at the thought of getting more made his grin widen.
“Or should I call you greedy?” he hummed. “Is that it? Are you such a greedy, fucking whore that you can’t handle just one finger?”
Feeling his lips drag over the shell of your ear made you shudder in his hold. The tip of his finger was barely brushing where you wanted him most, and it was going to drive you insane. Tipping your head back, you let out a moan as you try to rock your hips into his hand to try and get that touch you desired.
Wally was elated; he had barely done anything, and you were a puddle in his hands.
“Fuck, look at you. So desperate for me, when your boyfriend is right fucking there.” he grinned, sliding a second finger in, watching your jaw drop in ecstasy as you moaned his name. “Shit, baby, maybe Dick isn’t the only one you’re fucking with the way you just moaned.”
You tried to shake your head in disagreement, but it was futile. Wally didn’t give a shit what you thought; he was having too much fun riling up his best friend.
“Tell him, baby. Tell Dickie, he isn’t the only man you’re fucking. Tell him you’re a pathetic whore who can’t keep her legs closed.”
Your eyes landed on Dick again, and you could see his pupils dilated, and hungry for you. “Dick–” you moaned, feeling Wally’s fingers stroke your walls. “I swear, it’s only you.”
Dick was amused at what he was seeing, his eyes flicking from your face to Wally’s, who was watching him with a glint in his eyes, before he looked back at where his hand was and the very obvious wet patch growing on your pants.
Pushing off the counter he was leaning on, Dick stepped over to you until he was only mere inches away. Tilting your chin to look up at him, he grinned. “If it’s only been me, then whose hand is in your pants?” he hummed, a grin similar to the one on Wally’s face forming on his own.
You felt his hand grip your face, keeping your eyes on him as he toyed with the waist of your pants with his other hand. “Should I show Wally how to do it properly, baby?”
Dick’s hand moved from the waist of your pants to the inside of your underwear to join Wally’s. The added pressure had you writhing in his hold, Wally forcefully holding you in place. Then you felt two more fingers thrust into you, along with the two that were already there.
“Fuck!” you whined, trying to look anywhere but at Dick. You could feel the heat radiating off your face, the embarrassment of both him and Wally fingering you together, making everything physically and figuratively hotter.
Wally groaned, biting your ear. “Fucking hell, she’s so fucking tight.”
Dick grinned, feeling your walls tighten around their digits. "Don't worry, baby. I'm going to show Wally how to fuck you properly. We're going to make you feel so good, baby, you'd like that? Feel so fucking good before we kill you?"
Wally was getting desperate, whining about how tight you were just from their fingers as he continued to grind into your ass. Between Dick’s touch and Wally’s filthy, pathetic pleas, you could feel that familiar coil wind up. Dick saw it on your face and could feel the way your walls tightened around them.
“Are you going to cum, baby?” he hummed, teasing that bundle of nerves you knew would be your undoing. “Are you going to be a good little bitch and cum for us?”
Before you could respond, you felt the coil finally snap. With a loud cry, you felt the wave of pleasure wash over you as you coated their hands in your release. Dick stroked that bundle of nerves, making you spasm between their bodies, as you made a mess of not just yourself but their hands and your pants.
Having the decency to wait until you came back down to Earth, Dick and Wally continued to coax you through your orgasm.
“Such a good fucking girl for me, look at you showing our guest how good you are.” Dick hummed, watching your eyes glaze over slightly. “Should we give Wally a taste test?”
You whined softly, feeling Dick swipe some of your cum onto his fingers before he brought them to his best friend's lips. Opening his mouth obediently, Wally wrapped his lips around Dick’s digits and sucked them clean.
A pleased moan left his lips as he swallowed and grinned. “So fucking good,”
“Do you think she deserves something more?” Dick hummed, pressing closer to your front.
Wally grinned as he removed his hand from your pants. “I think she’s wearing entirely too much clothing. Should we change that?”
You barely had the chance to nod in agreement when you were turned and lifted onto the counter, your back resting on the cool marble. Wally stood between your legs, Dick on the other side of the island by your head.
Grabbing your hands, Dick kept them pinned by your head as he grinned down at you.
“Look at you, all cute and ready for us to fucking destroy you,” he teased, leaning down low enough that his breath fanned over your face.
“Dick,” you whined, trying to pull out of his hold. “Dick, please!”
He only chuckled watching you, “Don’t worry, baby, Wally will take good care of you.”
Looking down where he was standing, you saw that Wally was holding the knife in his hand now. Holding your breath, you watched as Wally slid the knife under your shirt. His free hand slowly made its way up your stomach, keeping you pressed into the counter.
“Fuck,” he groaned, watching you. “So soft, I’m going to have so much fun ruining you.”
Tilting the knife up, Wally hooked it on the collar of your shirt and sliced it down the middle. A rush of cold air hit you as your shirt fell away from your body, leaving you in your bra and pants.
Wasting no time, Wally did the same to your bra. His mouth salivated at the sight of your bare chest in front of him. He only got a few teases when he watched you change from your closet, but damn did he enjoy every second of it.
Leaning forward, Wally ran his tongue up your chest and moaned at the taste. You shivered under his touch, the feeling of his wet tongue dragging across your body driving you crazy. His hands made their way down your body, quickly pulling your pants off as he tasted every bit of you he could.
“So fucking sweet, like a fucking dessert or some shit,” he groaned, flicking your nipple with his tongue.
You gasped at the sensation, your eyes meeting Dick’s above you as he just grinned.
“You like that, sweetheart?” he hummed, kissing down your throat. “You like it when we play with your body like that?”
Wally’s mouth was on your breast at this point, his tongue and teeth playing and pulling at the bud between his lips. Any response you had died on your tongue; only the sounds of your moans escaped.
Dick grinned before he leaned closer and did the same. His hands were still holding yours down, but that didn’t stop you from writhing underneath them in pleasure. Tipping your head back, you could feel the heat between your legs igniting and getting stronger with each touch they left on your skin.
“Fuck–” you whined, kicking your legs.
You needed something, friction, their touch, anything that would give you what you needed.
Wally pulled off with a grin, a string of spit connecting him to your chest as he glanced up at you. “Do you want my mouth somewhere else? Is that it?”
“I–oh!” The words stopped, feeling Wally’s hand tease your folds through the fabric of your underwear.
“What was that? I don’t think I heard you right,” he grinned.
When you opened your mouth to answer him again, Wally stroked your folds more, earning a moan from you instead. “I don’t think she wants more Dickie. Should we stop here?”
Dick pulled off, looking down at your body covered in spit and teeth marks from Wally’s exploration. “I don’t know Walls. I think she’s pretty satisfied, don't you think?”
“No!” you cried, pulling against their hold again. “Fuck! I need it! Please!”
Wally and Dick shared a look. Well, when you ask so nicely like that, who were they to deny you what you wanted?
Picking the knife up again, Wally grinned, watching your eyes widen as he used a single finger to lift the side of your panties. “Better stay still, baby.”
Watching his hand, you held your breath watching as Wally hooked it like he did your shirt.
“Good girl,” he hummed, lifting the fabric more with the knife in his hand. “That’s right, keep nice and still for me.”
With a harsh tug, the crotch of your underwear was sliced in half and fell open for both men to get a good view of your sopping cunt.
Watching his hands intently, Wally moved the knife from between your legs and slowly traced it down your thigh. You shivered under the cool touch of the metal, trying to keep yourself still so you wouldn’t get nicked with the blade.
With a grin, Wally crowded your space with his body. You could feel the heat radiating off him in waves, the eagerness evident in his expression as he looked over your bare form. Without warning, Wally raised the hand holding the knife and stabbed it into the counter beside your head, making you jump in Dick’s hold.
“Look at her, she’s so jumpy Dickie.” he grinned, letting the knife clatter onto the counter. “We should play with her more.”
Before you could respond, Wally stepped back and hooked your thighs over his shoulders. His hands cupped the back of your thighs, fingers digging into the flesh as he looked down at you. “Look at you, pussy so pretty I want to devour you.”
Your eyes were entranced with Wally, his cocky smirk as his hands kept your thighs spread as he placed a kiss on the side of your knee. His eyes didn’t leave yours as he placed another higher up, biting the skin lightly this time. Moving up again, he gave you a devilish grin as he bit the skin.
The feeling of his teeth had you jumping, gasping his name in surprise. The throbbing between your legs was pulsing now, ready to explode if he kept teasing you like this. Watching as he pulled back, you could see a mark where his teeth were.
Without breaking eye contact, Wally continued to bite his way up your thigh, growling possessively as he did. Each bite was harder than the last, each one leaving a mark in its wake that had you writhing on the counter.
“Fuck–” all thoughts left you when you felt Wally run his tongue through your folds, a slow, torturous pace that had you gasping for air. Tipping your head back, you closed your eyes, feeling his tongue explore your body.
You were so occupied with what Wally was doing, you didn’t notice Dick shift your hands into one of his. It was only when you felt his hair tickle the side of your face that you noticed he had moved closer.
“Does that feel good, baby?” He grinned, voice modulator gripped tightly in his hand. “Do you like the feeling of Wally’s tongue?”
You couldn’t fight the shudder ripping through you, the sound of his voice sending delicious tingles all through your body. Wally’s tongue continued, motivated by the cute sounds you made.
The grip he had on your thighs tightened as his mouth continued its movements. “Oh, she really likes that,” Wally groaned, “Such a filthy whore, aren’t you, baby?”
Glancing up at you from between your thighs, Wally moved a hand and slipped two fingers inside you once more. The feeling had you convulsing on the counter, pulling against him and Dick’s hold on your body as you whimpered for more.
“Fuck–” you hiccuped. “Wally, please–”
“What do you want him to do, baby?” Dick teased, “Tell me what you want Wally to do.”
Sparing a glance down at him, you felt the heat in your stomach burn hotter at the look Wally was giving you as he teased your opening. His eyes were wide and hungry, with his mouth already covered in some of your slick. His hair was a mess from your thighs as they rubbed against his head, trying to get more of his touch.
He looked like a starved man who had just found the sweetest nectar on Earth.
“Do you want him to spread your tight whole open, as he fucks you with his tongue?”
Dick’s words rang through your ears, Wally’s eyes lighting up at the idea. The visual you were granted was enough for you to nod quickly,
“Yes,” was the only word you were able to form, Wally doing exactly as Dick said. He circled your opening with his fingers before spreading them and inserting his tongue. You could feel the heat of his mouth on you as he began to eat you out, moaning at the taste of your essence.
Feeling Dick’s hold on you finally released, you reached down to grip Wally’s hair tightly, pulling him closer as he continued. Moans and whines flowed from your lips, too busy focusing on what was happening between your thighs to notice what Dick was doing.
“That’s it, baby, tell him how good it feels.”
Opening your eyes to look up at him, you saw Dick still had the voice modulator in his hand. What he had in the other hand had your eyes widening. His phone was in his hand, camera aimed at you and Wally, more than likely capturing every second of what was happening.
Wally moaned, flicking your clit with his tongue, pulling a wail from your lips.
“Fucking hell, she tastes so fucking good,” he panted, pulling back just enough to look up at Dick and grin. Looking at the phone, Wally hummed. “She should hold it, get a much better angle of me, in my opinion.”
Dick chuckled and looked down at you, skin hot and sweaty as your chest rose and fell in a series of pants as you tried to catch your breath. One hand was still tangled in Wally’s hair, the other grasping at the counter.
“I think that’s a great idea,”
Grabbing your hand, Dick placed the phone in your grip and adjusted it so it could capture the perfect angle of Wally.
Not bothering to give you a warning, Wally dove back in. His tongue was relentless, groaning as he continued to bring you closer and closer to the edge.
Watching Wally through the phone, it's picking up the debauched slurps from his mouth and your pathetic whines. You saw another hand come into frame. Dick’s hand rested on yours, making you fist Wally’s hair and forcing his face deeper into your cunt.
“Such a good boy,” he hummed, enjoying the whine that slipped past Wally’s lips as he tightened his grip in his hair. “Make sure you pay extra attention to her clit,”
At his words, Wally moaned in response as he began to suck on your clit. The action had you seeing stars, no longer able to keep your eyes on him. His fingers slid deeper into you, abusing your walls with their touch as he kept his lips attached to your clit.
“Fuck!” you cried, body shaking from the stimulation.
You could feel it coming, the desire building until you could no longer hold it back. Feeling the wave of pleasure wash over you, your grip on his hair tightened, letting out a cry, and pulled harshly as Wally worked you through your orgasm.
But Wally didn’t stop there, even with his mouth and chin already coated in your desire.
He kept going, working harder before you let out a wail, and gushed all over his mouth once more.
You felt his grip on your thighs loosen before he pulled back and looked right into the camera. “Think she got that Dick?”
Dick grinned, looking down at you. “Oh, I know she did,”
Trying to catch your breath, you watched as Wally rose to his full height and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Dick came around to your front and pulled you up off the counter and into a kiss.
Feeling his lips on yours was nothing like it was before. What once used to be sweet kisses and soft touches was now replaced with hunger. Dick’s lips devoured yours, nipping and sucking on your lip as you whined into his mouth.
His hands rested on your hips, pulling you closer towards him as yours found purchase on his shoulders. Heat radiated around you, the levels increasing, as you felt Wally’s body pressed up behind you.
You felt his lips trace from your earlobe and nibble softly before moving to the crook of your neck.
“Think she can handle us both, Dickie?”
Wally glanced up at his best friend through his lashes, the mischievous glint ever present. Pulling away enough, Dick lifted your head by the chin to look at him. “Is that what you want, baby? To be stuffed with both our cocks?”
Your eyes went wide at the idea, Wally’s hands running over your body as Dick’s moved to cup your ass.
“You want to feel our cocks fucking your tight pussy together?” he hummed, leaning closer.
Wally sank his teeth into the skin on your shoulder, making you moan softly. “Give him an answer, sweetheart, or we get to choose,” he grinned.
“Yes!” you gasped. “Fuck, yes please!”
Dick’s expression morphed into one of excitement and glee before he quickly rid himself of his shirt. You were now face-to-face with Dick’s bare chest, the taught muscle gleaming in the kitchen light. Wally’s hands left you for a moment, only to see his shirt go flying past Dick.
Immediately, their lips were back on your body. Dick’s placed themselves on your throat as Wally laid claim to the other side. Tipping your head back, you ran your hands through their hair and pulled as they left their marks on you.
It wasn’t long before both of them were naked, their pants and boxers tossed with everything else. Not wasting time, Dick and Wally pressed closer to you and moaned, feeling your body against theirs.
Wally’s cock fit in the curve of your ass, as Dick’s pressed into your thigh. How were they going to do this? There was no bed, and you were sure none of you was going to leave the kitchen.
“Fuck–” Dick moaned, “Get her on the floor,”
Moving to the ground, Dick and Wally kneeled with you, forcing you to spread your legs for them. Dick’s hand found its way between your legs, groaning when he felt how wet you still are.
“Look at you, still so fucking wet,” he chuckled, watching your face as he lightly touched you. “Did so good stretching you out for us,”
Watching Dick’s face, you let out a gasp, feeling the tip of Wally’s cock tease your opening.
“Oh–”
“That’s right, baby,” Dick hummed. “Tell Wally how much you want his cock.”
Moving your hips, you ground into his cock, making both of you moan softly at the sensation. Dick’s hand was still between your legs, stroking your folds, grinning at the sight of you and Wally in front of him.
Using his other hand, he placed it on your hips and pushed you down onto his cock, the hand between your legs stroking Wally slowly as he entered you.
“Oh, fuck–” Wally shuddered, his grip on you tightening. “Feels so fucking good,” he moaned.
Dick grinned, using his knees to keep your legs spread open for them as he watched you ride Wally, taking him inch by inch with a creamy ring forming around his shaft. Using his hand on your hip, he guided you into Wally’s, forcing you to take him deeper.
Your eyes widened, head lolling back, feeling him enter you fully. “Fuck!”
“Fuck is right,t baby, and you’re doing so good at it.”
Leaning into Dick, you whined, feeling Wally pick up the pace. Glancing down, you saw his hand had moved, and he was stroking himself as little beads leaked from the tip.
“We’re going to fill you so full, baby, you won't even remember your name,” he grinned.
Before you could say anything, you felt Wally slow as Dick pressed himself closer to you, slotting you further onto his lap as Wally moved with you.
The head of Dick’s cock pressed against your opening, Wally moaning in your ear as his shaft rubbed against his. “Gonna fuck this greedy hole together,” he panted.
When Dick’s cock entered you, your head fell forward in a silent moan. Wally kept a tight grip on you, keeping you upright and in position. You knew there were going to be bruises left on your body from their hands, but at the moment, you didn’t care.
All you cared about at the moment was the feeling of Dick and Wally’s cock’s buried inside you.
Dick let out a guttural moan, digging his nails into your skin at the feeling.
“Oh, fuck–” he gasped, at a loss for words. “Feels even better than I thought.”
If you thought it was intense before, it was nothing compared to when they both began to move their hips. The feeling of both of them inside you was sending bolts of electricity down your body as they abused your cunt, poking at that bundle of nerves inside you repeatedly.
“Fuck!” you shrieked, trying to find something to hold onto.
“That’s–fuck–that’s right, baby.” Dick moaned. “Scream for me,”
“Scream like you want it,” Wally panted, nosing your hair away from your ear as he kissed the space behind it.
You wanted it, and scream you did. Both Dick and Wally picked up the pace, their movements in synch with each other, pulling screams from your throat as they continued. Your body was nothing more than a plaything to them, being pressed between them as Dick tipped his head back, with sweat trickling down his throat.
Leaning up, you licked the beads of sweat off, making him chuckle.
“God, she really is as fucked up as we are, Walls.”
“Told–” he stopped, letting out a deranged moan. “Told you so.”
“She was so ready for me to fuck her in her room, it’s a shame she didn’t,” he panted, jutting his hips faster, pulling another cry from you and a moan from Dick in response. “Would’ve had her all on display, took my time before sending you the videos of me fucking your girl.”
Wally whined at the image in his head; it motivating him to move faster with a shout.
That familiar feeling was back, but this time it was approaching, and it was approaching fast.
“Fuck! Dick–Wally!” you cried. “Wait–”
“You gonna cum, baby?” Dick teased, his voice breathless from the pleasure. “You gonna coat our cocks with it?”
All you could do now was nod, voice lost to the intense pleasure you were feeling.
“Dick–” Wally whined, “‘M close too–”
“Go ahead, baby,” Dick encouraged, his voice strained from holding himself back.
It only took a few more thrusts before you came, screaming their names and gushing all over their cocks. Digging your nails into Dick’s shoulder, you tried to keep yourself upright from the intense waves of pleasure as they coursed over you, one by one, until you collapsed and were spent between their bodies.
Dick and Wally weren’t too far behind, both of them still thrusting until Wally came next, his hot seed filling you and spilling out around his and Dick’s shafts. His breath was hot against your back, nipping at the skin at the top of your spine as he kept himself buried deep inside you.
Throwing his head back, Dick moaned as he finished, his cum mixing with yours and Wally’s as it overflowed your pussy and leaked out of you and onto his lap. Panting heavily, he held you close before slowly pulling out of you, and Wally following after.
You whimpered at the loss of contact and the feeling of being empty. Dick held you up as he stroked your hair, and Wally pressed into your back still.
“So good for us,” he hummed.
“Maybe it’s a good thing we didn’t kill her.”
At Wally’s words, your eyes shot open. Because of everything that happened, you had completely forgotten that they were killers right out of a slasher film. And you had just fucked them both on the kitchen floor.
Glancing around, you saw the knife not too far away. The gun was too far out of reach for you to even try and grab it.
“Granted, she could always join us.”
Dick looked at you, Wally’s words igniting an idea in his head.
“If you join us, baby, not only will we not have to kill you, but we can fuck like this every night.”
Looking up at him, you didn’t recognize him. This was a completely different Dick Grayson than you knew, and you weren’t sure you were going to like it.
Wally hummed, moving his hands to hold your breasts again. “Join us, and we can murder and have all the fucked up sex we want.”
Swallowing the lump in your throat, you knew what you had to do. Regardless of what you had just done, you knew what was right. Glancing towards the window, you could hear the distant police sirens coming towards the house. You had to do something to stall for time, and you had to do it now.
Without giving them an answer, you dove for the knife.
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The house was silent, flashing lights bouncing off the outside as the police arrived. Kori jumped out of the back of a cruiser, desperate to see which of her friends made it. The second she knew something was wrong, she took off down the street to the closest neighbor to try and call for help.
Luckily for her, Wally’s elderly neighbors let her use their landline because her cell had no reception. It felt like hours before the authorities arrived and picked her up before going back down the long path, towards Wally’s house.
She had no idea what became of her friends, praying and hoping that nothing bad happened.
Watching from the side, she watched the police enter the facility, and immediately, bodies started rushing in. Kori wanted to be in there; she wanted to know what was going on, but when they pulled a body out on a stretcher, she ran over.
Pushing through bodies, Kori ran up and saw that Roy was alive and breathing with a gunshot wound to his chest and a gash on his head.
“Roy?”
Quickly, he sat up, hearing her voice, hissing in pain. “Kori? I thought you were dead!”
Walking next to him, she shook her head. “No, I managed to get out and got help. Where is everyone else?”
Roy stopped. What was he supposed to tell her? That Donna was dead? You probably were, too, because it was Dick and Wally who were the ones running around killing people. He had no idea what became of the three of you, only coming too when the police and paramedics came rushing in.
Looking back at the house, Kori watched as the police flooded in.
Sheriff Harvey was at the front, his gun at the ready just in case. His men had cased the rest of the downstairs, taking note of all the evidence they could find. He had heard on his radio that they did indeed find a dead body, a young woman with long dark hair crushed into the garage door.
Shaking his head, he couldn’t think about that. There were still missing people, and he had to find them.
Walking into the kitchen, the sight he was greeted with was horrendous. The kitchen floor was covered in blood, fresh puddles of it as it seeped through the cracks and grout, staining the floor red. Looking around, he saw a knife and gun discarded, covered in bloody handprints, along with ripped and shredded clothing.
Stepping around the corner, he saw a body lying face down on the floor. Letting out a sigh, he leaned down and felt for a pulse.
Nothing.
A sigh left him as he looked beside the body, and lying next to it was a phone that was paused on a video. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a glove and hit play.
“Fucking hell, she tastes so fucking good,” he panted, pulling back just enough to look up at Dick and grin. Looking at the phone, Wally hummed. “She should hold it, get a much better angle of me, in my opinion.”
Dick chuckled and looked down at you, skin hot and sweaty as your chest rose and fell in a series of pants as you tried to catch your breath. One hand was still tangled in Wally’s hair, the other grasping at the counter.
“I think that’s a great idea,”
Grabbing your hand, Dick placed the phone in your grip and adjusted it so it could capture the perfect angle of Wally.
Not bothering to give you a warning, Wally dove back in. His tongue was relentless, groaning as he continued to bring you closer and closer to the edge.
Watching Wally through the phone, it's picking up the debauched slurps from his mouth and your pathetic whines. You saw another hand come into frame. Dick’s hand rested on yours, making you fist Wally’s hair and forcing his face deeper into your cunt.
“Such a good boy,” he hummed, enjoying the whine that slipped past Wally’s lips as he tightened his grip in his hair. “Make sure you pay extra attention to her clit,”
Looking around, this proved there were two other people. Looking ahead, he saw two sets of bloody footprints, both looking to be in a rush as they led out of the kitchen. Getting to his feet, he gently set the phone down and followed the tracks.
They led him out of the kitchen and to the back door that was left open and swinging in the night air. With another dead body and two people missing, this was going to be a long night.
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