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𝐖𝐡𝐨’𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐅𝐚𝐜𝐞 .01

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info/cw: fem x dom!bill, CHEATING, choking and chocking, p in v, oral, dubcon…, mask kink in a way, you are dressed up as SIDNEY PRESCOTT

synopsis: you get a little hot and bothered from hearing some drama about tom

pt 2 at bottom!! if u cant see it, refresh

more under cut :)

I pulled my dark-wash, denim jacket over the purple shirt I had, feeling every thread count as it slipped over my forearms. My feet stood on the cold wooded floor of my room. I stared into the vertical mirror that leaned against the wall, fixing my natural hair. I flinched, watching a figure step behind me, slithering his arms around my waist as he stared into the mirror with his Ghost Face mask. "Tom! God. You fucking scared me, " I looked up over my shoulder at him, getting a low chuckle in response. "Take it off."

"Slow down...we didn't even party yet, " Tom muffled, reaching up for the bottom of his mask with his gloved hand, and pulling it up over his head.

"Shut up, " I rolled my eyes and snickered, fixing my eyeliner as Tom watched. He placed his chin on my shoulder, admiring me as I fixed my eyeliner. "Tom..."

"Hm?" He tilted his head, his black cloak draped over his body. It was no different from his regular wear anyway.

"I don't know...I'm kinda disappointed in this year's costume, " I sighed, leaning back into him, and moving my arms over his arms.

"How come? I think you look good, " He smirked and planted kisses in the crook of my neck. I tilted my head, giving him more access. "I mean...you look good in everything anyways."

"Thanks...but I just felt like we didn't even try, " I frowned. He clasped his fingers with mine, resting his chin on my shoulder again.

"At least, you're not like Bill. He stole my whole costume and made his girlfriend dress as Tatum, " He groaned, caressing the sides of my thumbs with his. I looked back over at him again, kissing his cheekbone.

"I guess so...you're the better Ghost Face anyway, " I smirked and he turned his head toward me. He pecked my lips, grinning against them.

"Of course I am. I'm the original, " He hummed, pulling away, keeping one hand interlocked with mine. "We should go though, it's starting soon, " He pecked my forehead, pulling me in by my waist. "I'll go start the car, " He smirked, pulling the mask down over his face. I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms.

"Alright...don't run into a wall, " I said. He nodded with a thumbs up, turning around to make it to the door. I turned back to the mirror, fixing the black skinny jeans I had on. I raised an eyebrow, hearing a thud followed by a groan. I looked back, snickering and Tom held his forehead.

"Who closed the fucking door?"

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I scowled, looking down at the potato crumbs that I had just stepped on. The smell of beer filling my nose as 'Monster Mash' could be heard from the living room. The sound of faint ping pong balls could be heard from far, doinking against a surface. I clasped my fingers into Tom's as they rested on my waist, looking around. I pursed my lips, squinting my eyes as I looked through the crowds of people. Some were on their staircase, others were just scattered around. I sighed beginning to walk into the crowd.

"You see him, yet?" Tom muffled into my ear, a little loud to be heard over the music. The fabric of his mask tickled my neck. I hummed and made my way into the living room, my black boots stepping onto what used to be white carpet that was now a beige. I cringed at the feeling of sliding past people with small 'excuse me's.' I gasped, seeing a Ghost Face nearby.

"Did you hear that...and...caught herpes?!"

"Yea, they got leaked on insta too, " I heard faintly as I pushed pass people. I felt the music pound in my chest as I was closer to the speaker. Bill stood by a leather couch, his hands on his girlfriend's hip. His head turned towards us as we stepped closer. He snickered, turning to his side before lifting his mask over his head. Revealing his black and white dreads.

"Are you still mad at me?" He smirked as he looked at Tom. I gave Bill's girlfriend a small wave and smile, feeling Tom's hands leave my waist. He stood beside me, crossing his arms in a petty way. I rolled my eyes before turning my attention back to Bill.

"Fucking obviously, you stole my costume, " Tom gripped the bottom of his mask, pulling it over his head. Bill rolled his eyes, making duck lips as he tilted his head.

"I wear it better, " Bill shrugged, bringing his hands down to clasp them, resting them on his thighs.

"No, you don't. I obviously look better, I wore it first anyway, " Tom blew raspberries as they spoke loudly over the music. I took a seat on the armrest of the black leather couch, resting my head on the wall it leaned against.

"Just because you're first, doesn't mean anything. Like how you were born first, it doesn't mean you're better, " Bill blew raspberries back, wrapping an arm around his girlfriend's waist. He turned to her with a smile, lifting her chin with a hooked pointer finger. "I'm the better Ghost Face anyways, right babe?" He grinned. She nodded, looking away shyly. Tom rolled his eyes, turning to me.

"We don't sound like that, right?" He snickered. I shook my head with a chuckle, sliding off the sticky leather. He took my hand, looking around the living room. "There's beer pong in the kitchen, wanna come with me?" He asked before turning back to me.

"What?!" I came close, furrowing my brows. He sighed, coming close to my ear.

"There's! Beer POOOONG! In the kitchen. Do you wanna come with me?" He pulled his mask back over his face. I followed to where his eyes once were, turning back to him.

"Sure, " I snickered. He slapped my ass before taking my hand to lead me to the kitchen. I sighed in relief once my boots met the wooden floors again. The music growing fainter. Tom wrapped his arm around my waist, approaching the beer pong table.

"Can we join?" Tom asked the two dudes on the other side of the table.

"I'm not playing, I'll just watch, Tom, " I said. He gave me a nod, pulling away from my waist as he picked up the ping-pong balls. The sound of the balls dinking on the gray foldable table started again. The other guys kept hitting the solo cups, missing some shots. I sighed, watching Tom down his fourth cup, making me feel thirsty. "Hey, Tom?"

"Yea?" His focus stayed on the other side of the table.

"I'm gonna get drinks, I'll be back, " I tiptoed, speaking into his ear. He nodded, turning to me to peck my cheek with his damp lips from the beer.

"Be safe, " He turned back to the game. I grinned before walking away from the beer table. The kitchen was also as crowded as everywhere else in the house. Whoever owned the house, had money, and the kitchen was huge. I walked over to the counter and saw a cooler with ice resting on the granite surface. I waited for the two girls talking in front of it to move before reaching into the blue cooler. I grabbed a buzzball, cracking it open to take a sip.

"Tom's fucking ran through, " One of the girls spoke as they were by the sink now. I raised an eyebrow, standing close as I sipped the buzzball to seem unbothered.

"Right? And he has a girlfriend, she's so oblivious, " The second girl sighed.

"Exactly. Either way, if I was honest... I wish we could've fucked..." She looked away from her friend. The second girl gasped, widening her eyes.

"Me too, to be honest, " They snickered. I furrowed my brows as my back was facing toward them, continuing to down my buzzball slowly as I eavesdropped.

"How long do you think they'll last?"

"Probably not long, " She smirked.

"Tom's easy, you'll get a chance."

"Right?" They continued to chatter as they walked off. I clenched my jaw, finishing the buzzball.

"Assholes..." I turned around, beginning to follow behind. I froze, seeing a dark red in my peripheral vision. I turned my head to the sink, gasping as it was full of jungle juice. I grabbed a solo cup from a nearby stack, dropping the empty buzzball can to the floor. I grabbed the ladle, pouring two scoops into my cup. I cringed, putting my lips to the rim of the cup, and taking a sip. I smacked my lips, furrowing my brows. I downed it, still being thirsty. I threw the empty cup into the trashbag hung on the cabinet knob, turning toward the beer-pong area. I squinted my eyes, not being able to see Tom, starting to walk back to the living room again. The music filled my chest as I looked around, blinking my eyes as it was a bit blurry. I raised my eyebrows, seeing a Ghost Face. I shoved past people, immediately throwing my arms around his neck. It felt like forever to get there but I managed. I tilted my head as it was a higher reach than normal. "Tom, fuck. Can you believe what I heard in the kitchen?? Some girls were ranting about you, " I frowned, feeling my face heat up as tears welled up. He raised his hand to my cheek, swiping off tears with his thumb.

"Y/n-"

"Then, they just...they talked about wanting to..." I gulped, starting to hear myself in my ears. "Fuck...what was in that jungle juice...anyways. They were talking about how badly they wanted to fuck you. God, they pissed me off. Isn't that unbelievable?" I tilted my head. He nodded in response. "Fuck. Tom...I just..." I bit my lip, coming closer to close the gap between us. I slid my left hand down to his chest, rubbing it up and down before grabbing the bottom of his mask.

"Wait-"

"Please, Tom...I can't wait any longer. They make me so...mad, " I growled before lifting the mask just a bit to expose his lips. I narrowed my eyes at the beauty mark under his lip, pushing it off for being tipsy as I held his face. "Please, " I whispered against his lips. He moved his hands down to my waist causing me to smirk before I kissed his lips. The taste of whatever he drank before filled my lips which was pretty sweet. I furrowed my eyebrows as the cold metal that I was so used to, hadn't tickled me. I pulled away, gazing over his lips again.

"Don't stop, " He muttered through his breath. I widened my eyes with a smirk, coming close again to place my lips on his. This time, he harshly moved against my lips, I breathed heavily as I wrapped my arms around his neck. My face heats up, feeling his fingers tickle up to my throat, pressing his fingers down gently. I let out a small whine and he took the chance to slide his tongue in, pressing his against mine. My heart skipped a beat as shivers went down my spine, pushing myself more against him. He groaned into the kiss, moving my face up more by my jawline. I shuddered, my hands slowly moving through the fabric of his mask down to dangle over his shoulders. I pulled away after a while, my lips swollen as I caught my breath. He licked his top lip, grinning with his teeth as he swiped his thumb over my bottom lip. The music continued to boom in my chest as I looked over my shoulder toward the speaker. I turned back to Tom, tilting my head.

"I can't focus..." I licked my lips, wrapping my arms around his neck again. He smirked, reaching down for the back of my thighs. I jumped and he held me by my thighs, walking toward the stairs by the front door. They creaked as he nearly tripped over the people who sat on the stairs. I laid my head on his shoulder, the music growing fainter. He dropped me on my feet by a door in the dim hallway he made it to. He wrapped his fingers around my throat, lifting my face to smash his lips against mine again. I furrowed my brows, kissing back as my heart raced again, my knees growing weak. "Tom, " I whined against his lips. He shushed me as his other hand reached down to turn to doorknob by my hips, never breaking the kiss. I stumbled backward into the room and it was already lit as if it was waiting for us. I breathed heavily against the kiss as he closed the door behind him with his foot, placing his other hand on my waist.

"You taste so sweet, " He bit his lip after he spoke, looking down at me. I gulped as I stared up at him at what seemed to be his eyes through the mask. He swiped his thumb over my bottom lip causing me to part my lips. He slowly slid his thumb in and I wrapped my swollen lips around it, keeping eye contact. "Such a whore, " He muttered as he moved his thumb down. He moved his hands to the opening of my jacket, helping me pull it off. He threw it aside, reaching down for my shirt after. Once the bra clipped off, he slowly peeled it off of me, gazing over my chest. He gasped softly, pushing me toward the bed by my waist. I shivered at his cold fingertips, stumbling before the back of my knees hit the edge of the bed. I fell back, allowing him to crawl on top of me. The smell of his cologne filled my nose as he dove down, keeping his eyes on me.

"New cologne, Tom?" I nibbled on my bottom lip, I preferred it much more than his other one.

"Yea...new cologne..." He grinned. I reached down to the bottom of his mask, trying to pull it off. He took hold of both of my wrists, holding them above my head.

"But, I wanna see you, " I frowned and he held both of my wrists in one hand as the other came down.

"Later...it'll be hotter with this on, " He trailed his fingernails down the side of my ribcage. I arched my back at the gentleness, reaching up into his touch. He bit his lip at the reaction, coming down to kiss around my nipple. His free hand came up to cup my other boob. I squirmed under him, feeling him lay his tongue flat against my nipple. He kissed around again, sucking at my flesh. He nipped, grazing his teeth around the areas. I let out a small cry and he slapped the side of my waist in response. "Patient, " He snarled. He kissed the dark purple marks he left behind before wrapping his lips around my nipple, swirling his tongue around it. My breath hitched as I looked down at him, feeling his hand slowly glide down to the start of my pants. He undid the button with one hand, slipping the black pants a bit by gripping the fabric on the side of my thighs. He slid his hand into my pants, grazing my nipple with his teeth. He pulled off with a pop, sitting up as he looked down at me. Effortlessly keeping me down while his other hand rubbed my clothed clit. I arched my back again, clenching my eyes as I trembled. "Does it feel good?" He asked and I slowly opened my eyes, being met with him staring down at me. I pursed my lips, nodding slowly with furrowed brows. He applied more pressure and I yelped in response as he harshly traced circles on my clit with his fingers. "Answer me."

"Yes, it does!" I stammered. He gave me an amused hum, feeling the wetness seep through my panties. He pulled out, placing the fingers to my lips. I parted them and obeyingly sucked on his fingers. He snickered at the sight, moving the hand around my wrists away. I sat up on my hands, my tongue sliding against his fingers as he pulled them out. He slid off the bed, reaching under the cloak to pull the matching black pants along with his boxers off. He threw them aside, coming over to the edge of the bed. He wrapped his hand around his cock, pumping it as he pointed at the area on the bed in front of him.

"Here, " He demanded and I crawled over on my knees, leaning down to reach his cock. I kissed the bottom of his cock as his hands moved up, keeping eye contact. He moved his hand away, allowing me to replace his hand with mine. I laid my tongue flat against the bottom, coming up to his tip. My hand moved the opposite way as I licked the precum off his tip, wrapping my lips around it. I smirked as I pulled out, pumping the rest as I kissed his tip. He groaned, moving a hand to the back of my head. "Don't fucking tease me, sweets, " He rasped, pushing my head down to take him whole. I choked and his mouth hung low, watching tears well up in my eyes. I breathed heavily through my nose, looking up at him as his tip hit the back of my throat.

"Aww, why are you tearing up? You deserve it for trying to tease me, " He swiped off the tears that rolled down my cheek and I moved my hands up to the sides of his thighs, which were surrounded by the cheap, black cloak. He put his hands on either side of my head, beginning to thrust into my mouth. I hallowed my cheeks, continuing to tear up each time his tip hit my throat. He let out low moans, gripping a handful of my hair to pull. He bucked his hips faster causing me to gurgle around his cock. I pulled off after a few thrusts, and a trail of saliva followed as I choked for air. He cupped my jaw as I looked up at him, my vision even more blurry with the accompanied tears. "You okay?" He frowned. I nodded slowly, catching my breath as he leaned down to kiss my nose. He kissed down to my lips as I fluttered my tears away. He reached down, hooking his fingers at the start of my pants as he leaned into me. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he kissed me hungrily, pulling my pants off for me. He let them drop off the edge of the bed, hooking his nails into the lace of my panties. He tore it open, causing me to pull away from the kiss with a gasp.

"Tom!" I looked down at his hands which were intertwined with each threading of the panties. I furrowed my brows at his black-painted nails, looking back up at him. "When did you paint your nails?"

"The other day...you didn't see. I wanted to surprise you, " He dropped the ripped panties. He leaned into the crook of my neck, planting kisses as he held my waist. I leaned back towards the bed as he pushed me down, moving my right leg over his right shoulder. He aligned himself, pumping the leftover saliva as lubrication before moving his tip to my slit. I grit my teeth, reaching behind him, under his mask for what I thought would be braids but were replaced with the feeling of dreads. I narrowed my eyes before widening them as he slowly slid in. I threw my head back, tugging at his hair which earned a groan in response. I wrapped my other leg around his waist, letting out a high-pitched moan as he stretched me. He dug his nails into my flesh, leaning his head down with groans. He bottomed me out and I breathed heavily, looking back up at him as my fingers were tangled with his dreads. "You alright?" He breathed out, sliding his hands up and down my sides to comfort me. I nodded as I bit my lip.

He moved his hands to either side of my body onto the bed, slowly bucking his hips. My eyebrows knotted and my jaw hung open as hushed moans escaped my mouth. He bit his lip at the expression on my face, keeping his rhythm.

"So...good, " I panted and he moved a hand up to my throat, pressing his fingers on either side. He looked down at the sight of me taking him, causing him to jolt his hips faster. My breath hitched, throwing my head back. "Tom, " I cried out. He clenched his jaw, moving two fingers up to my mouth. I sucked on them as the rest of his fingers choked me. He leaned down to my ear, muttering.

"You don't wanna get caught, right?" He husked out. I nodded slowly with a small whine into his fingers. "Good girl..." He removed his fingers, continuing to choke me as he sat up straight, thrusting into me. He moved a hand down to my inner left thigh, opening my legs more. "You're taking me so well, " He purred, looking down at me as I whimpered through my teeth to stay quiet. He looked down again at my pussy, letting out a desperate, filthy noise. He pulled out before flipping me onto my knees. He bent me over slightly, grabbing hold of my wrists to hold me up as he aligned himself. My whines were cut off, feeling him slam back into me. I shuddered, as he started to slowly move up into me again, hearing a plastic material hit the wood floor. I tried to turn back, only to be made to face front again by him gripping my lower jaw. He crossed my arms on my lower back with the other hand, pounding up into me. I threw my head back into his chest, letting out cries of pleasure as the sound of our skin slapping filled the room. His strained moans danced into my ear as he kept his uneven place. My moans were broken as I became lightheaded from the pleasure, clenching around his cock.

"Close, " I whined, feeling his nails dig into my arms.

"Hold it for me, " He lifted my face to look up at the ceiling, leaning into my neck. He planted kisses as he thrusted up, and his moans were hoarse against my skin. "You feel so good, " He panted. His thrusts grew more sloppy as I continued to throb around him. He pulled away from my neck, moving the hand around my neck down to my swollen clit. "Come for me, " He rubbed circles around my clit and I threw my head back, rolling my eyes back. I twitched, letting out a sharp moan before releasing all over his cock. He pulled out, letting go of my arms which allowed me to fall on my back. I repeatedly panted as he pumped himself to reach his high. He shuddered as he came, the mattress shifting as he got off.

"Fuck...I think that was...the best ever that we've done...Tom, " I slurred as I breathed heavily, my head resting on the pillow.

"That's because I'm not Tom, " His voice was clearer. I raised an eyebrow, lazily looking over to my right. I widened my eyes, seeing the mascara that ran down his face from sweat. His hair was disheveled, as sweat ran down his forehead.

"Bill! What the fuck! What if Tom finds out?!" I sat up, sitting back on my hands.

"He doesn't need to know, " He stepped over with a finger on his lips as he stared into my eyes. I pursed my lips, shooting my head to the door as I heard a knock.

"Y/n??" A deeper voice behind the door called, knocking.

"You're so fucking dead, " I mouthed aggressively. Bill smirked, tilting his head.

"Don't lie, you enjoyed it, " He muttered and I looked away shyly, feeling my face heat up.

"Are you in there?" The voice behind the door continued. "Whoever's in there, if you don't respond, I'll fucking break the door down."

"He's gonna kill you, " I whispered.

"Call me for a next time, " He winked, hurriedly sliding on his costume as the knocks became more aggressive, running into the closet. The door cracked open and I looked over with widened eyes.

pt. 2 HERE

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