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munson-mjstan · 10 months

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Cuffed (Eddie Munson x Fem! Reader)

Summary: You take your car in for a routine checkup. During your wait, you and Eddie keep each other occupied with "activities"

CW: Minors D.N.I, Language, nudity, smut, p in v sex, oral (Fem receiving), shower sex, use of hand cuffs, if I forget anything else I apologize!

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Having a mechanic for a boyfriend had its perks. You would bring your car to his place for a routine check or tune-up and you would pay him back with sex. Simple enough right? Right? You had offered him money countless times and he'd always convey "Your money's no good here," and he'd wink, further driving the point home.

You'd jokingly offered to suck him off as payment and his eyes lit up like fireworks. That's how your arrangement commenced. Pulling into his driveway you notice he was working on his van, he was using his creeper to look underneath it. Putting your car in park, turning off your car's engine, and unbuckling your seatbelt you step out.

The sun was scorching like the eye of Sauron was glaring at you, you felt as though you could melt onto the concrete of the ground. That's why you wore a simple bright, light yellow sundress complementing your skin and hugging your waist perfectly along with a pair of white buckled wedge platform sandals. Slamming your car door you call out "Yo, Eddie!" Honking your horn you make your way towards him as he pulls himself out from under his van with the creeper, hearing your voice.

"Hey, princess! I- whoa.." both of you halted in your tracks, eyes bulging out of your faces. Eddie had his work coveralls unbuckled so only his top half was visible.

He was shirtless and dripping with sweat, one of the said sweat beads traveled slowly down his chest before reaching their destination, his happy trail, black grease was painted so well on his body that it could be mistaken for one of his inky black tattoos, his hair was up in his bandana, loose strands he missed cling to his face. He grabbed one of his clean hand towels and furiously wiped his hands, his eyes not leaving yours. You walked closer to him. "Is your van okay?" curiosity broke you out of your trance of staring at Eddie.

He barked out a laugh "Sure is now!" he places his clean hands on your waist and kisses you, his tongue invading your mouth and having a wrestling match with yours, you hum delightfully. Pulling away from the kiss Eddie asks "To what do I owe pleasure, sweetheart?" He licks his lips, and you beam at Eddie.

"I think there is something wrong with my car, I'm sorry." You apologize and you're not sure why. He merely let out another laugh and kissed you on your cheek.

"Relax princess, this is my job. I'll fix your car, then I'll fix your car," his eyebrows wiggled when he said 'your' with enunciation.

Slapping his drenched chest playfully, rolling your eyes, and smiling you speak "Oh, stop!" chortling, the unmistakable wetness forming between your thighs is ever-present. Eddie walks over to your car with you following suit.

He lifts the hood to your 1970s Jeep CJ5 and everything seems to be in order according to him until you hear him say breathlessly "So beautiful," his hands go to either side of your car, licking his lips, and staring intensely at the slightly steaming contents inside. "You just needed your top off, didn't you baby?" he cooed at your car.

You gaze at him puzzled, 'what is he doing?' You ask yourself, taking a few steps closer to Eddie. He suddenly ducks his head further into the steaming engine of your car, almost like he could hear it "Hm? You want me inside you?" He asks smoothly and huskily, "Keys, princess," he holds out his hand not looking at you. You fish your keys out of your purse and put them in Eddie's palm. "Thanks, sweetheart," still not looking at you, he thanked you.

Eddie moved to the driver's side of your car and got in. You mimicked his actions, entered the passenger side, and sat down. "Okay," Eddie declared, "Your engine is overheated, princess. Thankfully your man knows what to do." he glanced at you, licking his lips. "First," he starts, "we turn off your air conditioning," he turns the knob to your AC to the right, turning it off. "Next, we crank up the heat!" he proceeds to do just that.

"Why?" you question, a brow raised.

"It'll divert the heat from the engine to in here, so it's gonna get hot, sweetheart," he smirked devilishly and you felt your face heat up and your thighs tingle. "We wait fifteen minutes for the engine to cool," now it was your turn to smirk.

"So, what WILL we do for fifteen minutes?" you ask suggestively, wiggling your eyebrows, knowing exactly what you're implying.

Eddie's lips collide with yours in a heated, passionate kiss. Quickly pulling away Eddie gets out of your car and goes to your passenger side, opens your door, and carries you out bridal style, kicking your door shut.

"This is gonna take more than fifteen minutes!" he exclaims with enthusiasm, making you laugh. He carries you to his trailer, opens the door, and makes his way to his bedroom. Throwing you on his mattress he leers down at you, dozens of filthy ideas running through his mind like a marathon.

"Got something on your mind, Eddie?" you inquire with what you hope is in a sweet, sultry voice, your long legs posed sexy. Eddie's chocolate-brown eyes get considerably darker with your voice and body. His face darts across his room until his irises fall upon a metallic object hanging on his wall.

A devious smirk forms on his face, and an idea sprung to life.

Stalking over to you he sits on his bed "Let me help you take off your gorgeous dress, sweetheart. You must be hot, well more than you already are." he winks at you, beckoning you over to him with his fingers. He was right it was hot in his room too, feeling beads of sweat starting to form.

Scooting yourself over to him, the zipper holding your dress up was on your back. Eddie whispers against your neck, his warm breath already making you tremble, "Allow me, sweet girl," the praise traveling to your crotch, more wetness pooling. His tongue drags against your shoulder to your neck until he reaches the zipper of your sundress.

"You taste so sweet. Everything about you is sweet, princess" he bites the zipper and pulls it down at an agonizingly slow speed. All this anticipation was making you hot literally and figuratively. Sweat beads were forming and dripping down the back of your neck. This didn't escape Eddie's notice.

"See, sweetheart? You're so hot even your sweat can't handle it," Eddie chuckles "Just like me, honestly," he resumes his task of pulling your zipper down gradually.

A whimper escapes your lips "Eddie," you pant, from the heat and the anticipation.

"Hmm?" He presses his lips against your back, kissing you.

"Please, take my dress off!" you beseech.

Eddie laughs softly, his forehead resting on your back, and in one swift motion the zipper was down, and your dress was lifted off your body, leaving you in just your now-drenched panties.

Eddie had to use every amount of restraint he had in his body to not pounce on you but then he looked at himself "I'm filthy," he remarks, a smirk on his face "I think I'll take a shower," he removes his work coveralls, leaving him in his boxers. Seeing the obvious tent he was sporting you blurted out.

"Let me take it with you!" Christ, you were needy, but that didn't stop Eddie from having a face-splitting grin.

"Of course, princess,"

Following Eddie with nerves like an electrical energy current causing small tremors, you recognized this symptom and this didn't go unnoticed by Eddie as well.

"Are you okay, sweetheart?" concern and care etched upon his face.

"Y-yea, I think so," lifting a trembling hand you start breathing exercises. In for four, hold for four, out for four. The energy current slows down and subsides after a few minutes.

"Fantastic job, princess! I'm so proud of you!" he grins and gives you a peck on the lips "You were about to have a panic attack but before you could you did your exercises and you beat it! I've got one hell of a badass for a girlfriend!" his grin got wider, casting the shadows of your panic attack into the bright sunlight that is Eddie Munson.

Taking another deep breath you smile at your man "I guess you still make me nervous," you giggle a little embarrassed, you adore your boyfriend so much that sometimes it still influences your body in a less-than-ideal way.

"Babe, as much as that inflates my ego, I hate seeing you in any kind of distress." your smile grows wider, adoring him more, he truly cares for you.

"I'm never gonna get any better if I don't get out of my comfort zone more often," explaining to Eddie your plan you shrug "I need to get stronger." Eddie can't help but grin.

"I'm right here with you, I'll never let you go through something alone." His words are like magic, further casting the dark shadows of your mind away banishing them to hell where they belong.

"Thank you, Eddie," voice quiet but laced with sincerity you reveal your gratitude.

Entering his bathroom and starting his shower. Eddie's eyes travel to the metallic object on his wall again, he went over to seize said item. He notices your discarded panties sitting on his linoleum floor, he could feel his cock getting hard as a rock at the fact that his hotter-than-hell girlfriend was taking a shower completely nude. Holding up the metallic cuffs in his hand he grins mischievously. Upon entering his shower he called your name to which you turned around quickly "Yes, my love?" your body is covered in soap lather, Eddie dangled the handcuffs in front of your face.

You let out a small gasp "Eddie, you mean?-"

"Yes, now." His voice is low and menacing as you hold one of your wrists out and he spins you clamping on the cuffs with quick speed, your wrists secure behind your back.

"Eddie, I-"

"Hush, princess," he pulls your body away from the shower head so he could wash, and rinse his body and hair. He was covered in grease, he grabbed his coconut-scented body wash and drenched himself in a lather, humming a soft tune. After he was finished he saw that you had lather still on your body, Eddie moved your body back under the showerhead but turned you around so you were facing him. "Here's what's gonna happen," the way he used your name made you tremble as he turned you back around, your back to his chest, you were dripping at this point. Leaning over he whispered huskily in your ear "I'm going to," he grabbed his hard cock "Take you," he aligned himself with your entrance "From behind!" Slamming himself fully into your pussy you scream.

"AH! Fuck!"

His thrusts are relentless inside you, stretching and splitting you open as though he were set on decimating it, and you in the process. "Fuck! Eddie!" The now tepid water was doing nothing to quell the heat in your body nor ease Eddie's thrusts. Using your cuffed hands as leverage he pulls you up level to his body he questions.

"You like this sweetheart? Huh? Is my big fat cock destroying your pretty little pussy? Hmm?"

In pure bliss, you can only cry out "Yes!"

Pushing you back down onto the shower wall he resumes his assault on your pussy, thrusting in and out at a rapid pace. Reaching over your body Eddie plays with your clit, rubbing it at the pace he is fucking you. Your walls clench down on his cock.

"Oh, fuck yes!" Eddie moans out, still rubbing your clit your orgasm is imminent.

"Eddie, I'm gonna cum!" You're salivating at this point.

Eddie lifts you to his back again "Cum!" a simple command that you obeyed. His thrusts became erratic and rubbed your clit harder than ever

"Fuck!!!" you drawl out as you cum, legs trembling and feeling like jelly as loud moans spill from your lips. Eddie quickly pulls out of you, turns off the water, and scoops you up into his arms "E-Eddie? W-what are you-".

"Gotta have round two!" he grins as he exits his shower, both of you soaking wet leaving small puddles of water in your wake, he arrives at his bedroom, sitting you down on his bed.

"Eddie, I'm going to get your bed sheets all wet!" Why the hell were you worried about that shit now of all times? Eddie scoffs.

"Who the fuck cares? I've got you naked…soft and wet on my bed, now," Moving behind you he unlocks your right hand "Care to humor me a bit?" Eddie pats his bedpost, wiggling his eyebrows. Smirking, you move both your upper limbs so he can attach them. Hearing the soft click of the cuffs and the metal once again on your right wrist, setting the key on his bedside table he lets out a dark chuckle "You can't run," His soft, sensual voice reverberated into your body making you moan. Laying down on his bed, your body is welcomed by his sheets clean and crisp with the faint smell of cigarettes, laundry detergent, and home. Eddie Munson is your home. Eddie moves to the end of his bed and spreads your smooth legs open.

"Eddie, I-" Eddie interrupted you once more.

"Princess…'' This time his voice is seductive, traveling straight to your pussy, and more dampness takes form.

"Y-yes?" your question is a little apprehensive.

"Relax, baby. Let me take care of my good girl. Because you,"

He kisses your ankle, lifting it to his mouth.

"Deserve,"

He trails flaming kisses up your calf to your knee, leaving small blazes in their wake.

"Your man too,"

Eddie kisses his way down your inner thigh till he reaches the apex of your thighs.

"Calm your nerves," Eddie glances at your quivering pussy and throbbing clit. "Especially your button, baby," he grins the mother of grins, and with that, he dives into his banquet, feasting on your pussy like he was on death row and this was his last meal; slow and purposeful. When Eddie said he was going to take care of you he meant every word. Taking his sweet time he opened your lower lips with his tongue, and your pussy was wetter than he had anticipated. "Oh, sweet girl, so needy for my tongue, huh," he was talking to your pussy, which at his declaration clenched around the air.

Eddie took your clit in his mouth, his tongue alternating between side to side and up and down on your bud. The feeling is magnificent, moaning out in pleasure you make sure Eddie hears your cries of bliss. He doesn't miss it one bit, smirking into your pussy he hums sending vibrations throughout your body.

"Eddie, fuck!" The cry exiting your mouth was rich with pleasure. Glimpsing down at Eddie feasting on your cunt your eyes lock once again, and a spark passes through your body; not one of nerves but of longing, understanding communicated silently. To say Eddie knew your body was an understatement, the man mastered your body. Each movement of his tongue had a singular purpose, to get you off.

Moving his head side to side he pulls at your clit "Eddie!" You scream, eliciting a chuckle from the man between your legs.

"You want my fingers, sweetheart?" Eddie questions, lifting himself from his five-star meal momentarily, his index and ring finger teasing your wet entrance.

Resembling a bobblehead you nod eagerly "Please, Eddie!" With no shame, you plead.

His fingers enter your cunt, he is welcomed by the warm, tight wetness that wraps around his digits. Groaning, he closes his eyes, wanting to focus solely on his fingers. The pillowy warmth reminded him of cuddling in blankets during a storm, he felt safe, and the sensation pulled a grin on his countenance. These tiny details of you make him remember such trivial things is one of the things he adores about you.

"Baby…" he coos, not being able to help the love in his voice. His fingers curl upward, targeting your g-spot.

Half an inch to the right.

And.

A high-pitched moan befalls your lips, and that's when Eddie knew he found it. "That's it," he encouraged, stroking your spot repeatedly.

Tugging at your cuffs, you futilely try to move your hands but groan in failure. "Eddie!" your eyes roll to the back of your skull as Eddie's mouth returns to your clit, sucking the bud into his ravenous mouth as his digits resume their attack on your g-spot. Eddie hummed against your clit, the vibrations giving you more pleasure than ever before.

Letting your bud go he commands "Cum for me, princess!" With the command, you feel the rubber band inside you snap, and you release your slick all over Eddies' face, fingers, and clean sheets.

Moan after pleasurable moan left unabashed from your mouth along with Eddies' name. Eddies' fingers gently pumped in and out of your pussy, helping you ride out your high. His chocolate button eyes are transfixed on you; your euphoric look is enchanting him. He gives your clit a kiss before climbing his way up your body, pulling his fingers out.

"Hey, babe," using both his hands he cradles your face gently as though you were made of glass. "Are you okay?" His voice is delicate and tender, still enchanted by your look of ecstasy.

Half-lidded you peek up at the love of your life. "I'm spectacular," beaming you kiss him, your soft pillowy lips feeling great against his slightly chapped lips, you taste the sweet tangy flavor of your slick on his mouth. Eddies' tongue locates your tongue and they proceed to do an erotic dance.

"Ready baby?" Eyes not leaving yours he grabs his hard cock and guides it to your opening, he wants to be as close as possible to you while he fucks you. Holding some of his weight on his forearms on either side of you he awaits your response.

"I'm ready," your faces are just inches apart you kiss him lightly.

Eddie enters your pussy slowly, the pace a delicious change from when he ate you out. Your inner walls welcome his cock like they were expecting his arrival. "Fuck—" Eddie chokes out, goosebumps traveling up and down his back. The elation of being inside of you bare was truly something to behold, once he was balls deep inside of you he began thrusting at a steady pace, savoring the moment and not breaking eye contact.

Soft moans and whimpers can be heard from your lips "I love you!" the emotion overwhelming every fiber of your being, the phrase "I love you." no longer feels adequate to describe how much you adore the man inside you.

Eddies' lips slam into yours, groaning his left-hand moves to your cuffed hands using them as leverage, and he thrusts into you faster with more force. "I fuckin' adore you!" The raspy declaration made your walls clench around his cock; he swears through gritted teeth.

"Eddie! Fuck!" the cuffs dig into your wrists as you attempt to move your hands once again. Catching a glimpse of your struggle made Eddie move his hips as fast as he could, chasing his release. All that could be heard in his room is the sound of skin slapping, moans, and the clank of your cuffs against the headboard.

Eddie let out a loud grunt "I'm cumming baby!" Reaching down both your bodies he rubs your clit in tandem with his thrusts.

Reaching your high first, you cum "Eddie!" You drawl, your walls spasming around Eddies' cock, and that was enough to do him in.

"Shit, baby!" he hisses through clenched teeth, throwing his head back as he releases inside your womb. Collapsing on top of you, you both catch your breath in comfortable silence.

Only for you to say "Babe?" He hummed in response to you. "Mind uncuffing me? My wrists are starting to hurt."

"Of course, sweetheart," he answers you chuckling, reaching over to his bedside he grabs said key and releases you from your confinement. Unlocking both wrists you throw your arms around him.

"Do you ever get tired of me telling you I love you?"

"Do you ever get tired of fucking your lover?" he retorts with a grin.

Mock thinking about it you tease with lith in your voice "Just a little." you hold your index and thumb out and make sure that they're barely touching.

Eddie laughs, pulling out of you and flopping down on his bed. "Just a little." he parrots affectionately "So," he grins looking over at you "Did I fix your car ma'am?" his tongue pokes out of his mouth and glides it over the tips of his teeth with a smirk.

Blushing you respond "You sure did, Mr. Munson." you wink at him. "I think we should check on my actual car." you start to get up but Eddie grabs your waist and pulls you against his chest.

"Or," he kisses the top of your head. "We could take a nap," the suggestion elicits a yawn from your mouth.

"A nap sounds great right now."

Eddie pulls his sheets over your nude bodies and kisses your temple.

"Sleep well, sweetheart."

"Sleep well, Eddie."

You both drift away into the peaceful bliss of sleep.

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randomfandomdreaming · 11 months

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A Lesson in Stealth

Pairing: Ghost Face (DBD) x GN!Reader

Word Count: 1,854

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, smut, general Dead By Daylight violence, light choking (reader receiving), rough sex, Ghost Face calls you "darling" several times, knife play, blood, dirty talk, hair pulling

You felt as though you were being watched. Stalked, actually. Which meant that the Killer was either Michael Myers or the Ghost Face. If it was Ghost Face, well… You knew either way you wouldn’t be leaving this trial alive.

You had gotten Ghost Face as your Killer quite a lot these last dozen trials. It felt as though The Entity wanted you to suffer, even making you the Obsession for the majority of your matches with him. Every single time, he made sure to bring in a Memento Mori, usually either Ivory or Ebony. He made sure that you were the last one to die. You were sure he relished in making you suffer longer than everyone else.

This time, though, you had a plan. You had gotten very good at timing his stalking. You counted to yourself as you worked on the generator, moving at the last few seconds to break his line of sight. You could imagine him swearing to himself, and it made you smile. You saw him move through the tall grasses of Backwater Swamp, and you crouched next to the generator. He kicked it, and was immediately blinded. You slowly moved away from him as he recovered, hearing him muttering under his mask. You thought you could make out him cursing that you had gotten smarter. When he turned and moved away from the generator, you silently followed him. So this was what it was like to be the Killer, to be doing the stalking instead of being stalked. You had to be careful, though. You knew your meter was almost completely full. One wrong move and he could down you instantly.

Ghost Face was getting more and more frustrated with this trial. He had lost track of every single Survivor, something that never happened. He cursed to himself as his mind wandered to how you had learned how to finally counter him. He paused when he thought he heard breathing. He whipped around to find three out of four Survivors trailing behind him. They scattered immediately, and Ghost Face lunged at the nearest one, beginning to panic. He always killed everyone. Every single time. They had two more generators left, and not a single person had died yet.

He pushed you out of his mind, focusing on the other three Survivors. Within three minutes, all of them were on the ground. He hooked each one, smiling to himself and knowing you couldn’t save them all. Meg was dead, Kate was in the struggle phase, and David was about to go into the struggle phase. Ghost Face smiled to himself, knowing he had you beat. Until Kate was unhooked. And then David a few moments later. Shit. He’d worry about you last. You had never escaped him, so he wasn’t even worried. He easily found Kate again and sacrificed her. David was a little trickier to find, having resorted to moving from locker to locker. He still hadn’t seen you since he tried to mark you.

You were still trailing behind Ghost Face, somehow still avoiding detection. Your efforts to rescue Kate and David had been in vain, as Ghost Face had easily found them both and sacrificed them. You resisted the urge to laugh out loud at how he had failed to realize you were even there. He was a great (albeit an unknowing) teacher on stealth.

He seemed to be looking for Hatch now. You could catch a word from him every now and then, along with his frustrated tone. He cut across the corner of the map, not really paying attention. Then you heard it. You smiled as you broke away from following him, immediately finding hatch in the corner. And there was even a vault window on the log near it. You broke into a sprint and vaulted, knowing full well you were alerting Ghost Face. Your feet touched down on the ground right next to Hatch. Moments later, you could feel Ghost Face watching you. You looked around, trying to find him. He was suddenly there, grabbing you from behind by the neck.

"Thought you could escape from me?" he growled in your ear. "Maybe I’ll have to teach you a lesson."

"You already did," you shot back, not particularly uncomfortable with his hand pressed against your wind pipe. "Thanks for the lesson in stealth." His grip tightened, slightly cutting off your oxygen.

"Really now? How about we put this new-found skill to the test?" You could practically hear his smile under his mask. He hoisted you up onto his shoulder, and you began to attempt to wiggle free. "I wouldn't do that if I were you, darling. Things could end up less than favorable for you." You ceased your attempts as he carried you further away from the Hatch. He eventually dropped you on the top floor of the shed, next to the pile of crates. You shakily attempted to stand, using the crates as support. You heard Ghost Face chuckle behind you before he grabbed you by the back of your shirt.

"No Mori yet?" you asked, cockiness bleeding through your voice. Ghost Face made a type of hissing sound before you felt the tip of his knife press into your back through your shirt.

"Your shirt would look much prettier on the ground," he whispered in your ear. Your breath caught in your throat as you realized just what he intended to do with you. He dragged his knife up your back, cutting the fabric but not your skin. Your shirt fell away, leaving your upper body exposed. "I think your pants need to join it."

He reached around and undid your pants, removing them and your underwear before pushing you to your knees. He came around to stand in front of you, admiring you on your knees in front of him. You tried to cover yourself out of instinct. He grabbed you by your wrist and dragged you to your feet, pushing your back against the crates and causing you to be sat precariously on the top of one. He took hold of your other wrist and pinned them above your head with one hand. He still held his knife in the other. You gasped as you felt the cold steel touch your skin, making you shiver. He chuckled and pressed harder. You felt a small trickle of your own warm blood as he carefully dragged the knife over your skin. The pain slowly turned to pleasure each time he began cutting in a new spot. A soft whimper eventually escaped your lips when he withdrew his knife, and it was too much to hope for that he hadn't heard it. He brought his mask-covered face close to yours.

"Needy, aren't we? We all have needs. Maybe if you help me with mine, maybe I'll let you live for once." His knife clattered to the floor as he raised his gloved hand to his mask. He raised it just enough for you to see his mouth as he pulled his glove off with his teeth. He returned his mask to its rightful position as his hand wandered between your thighs, teasing you. Your hips bucked slightly, earning a chuckle from the masked Killer. He didn't let you process fully what he was about to do before he plunged a finger inside you. You clenched around his finger, your body unprepared for the invasion. He slid another one in, then a third, pulling a small moan from you. He let go of your wrists, reaching down to grab his knife.

"Let's have a little fun, shall we?" You couldn't see his eyes, but you could feel them staring into yours from where he was positioned between your legs. He removed his fingers and placed the pommel of the knife handle against your hole. With no warning, he thrust it into you, causing you to throw your head back and moan. He began to fuck you with his knife, no doubt enjoying the sounds you were making, oral or otherwise. He didn't let you get too used to it, however, before he completely took away the pleasure he was giving you. He placed his knife to the side, standing. He shifted how you were sitting on the crate, and began to loosen his robes around his waist. If you were being honest with yourself, you weren't expecting someone of his height to have a very large dick. Fuck, were you wrong. You had mere seconds to process everything before he stabbed himself into you. Your gasp turned into a loud moan as you shuddered in both pleasure and pain. You were already covered in sweat and dried blood, and Ghost Face was determined to cover you in something more.

He began to move, rocking his hips into yours. He bent toward you as he did, nearly resting his chin on your shoulder. His grunts mixed with your moans and lewd sounds, turning you on even more.

“You’ve been wanting this, haven’t you, darling?” he growled into your ear. “How long have you lusted after me? Days? Weeks? You’re so needy for me it’s pathetic.” His thrusts became harder, deeper. “You really think I wouldn’t notice? You took time to learn exactly how to counter me. I know you haven’t done that with anyone else.” He used your shoulder to push his mask up slightly before biting down on your neck, drawing a moan from you.

“Such pretty sounds from you, darling.” He pulled out of you, roughly flipping you over so your upper body was resting against the crate. He grabbed a fist full of your hair and yanked your head back, thrusting back into you. “Let’s make some more.” You felt cold steel against your back again, followed by more of your own blood. He was mercilessly pounding your hole, drawing all kinds of sounds from you. Ghost Face, the cold-blooded, unfeeling Killer, was now making you feel things you never thought anyone could. You cried out in ecstasy, getting pushed over the edge. He chuckled as he felt you throb around him, knowing that it was all his doing. He thrust into you several more times, slowing down. He made a sound like a mixture of a moan and growl as he released inside you. He stayed there for a moment, enjoying the feel of you around him, your hair still gripped tightly in his hand. He let go of your hair and pulled out of you. You could hear his readjusting his robes before he turned you back over, wanting to admire his work. He slipped two fingers back inside you for a brief moment, covering them with both your and his fluids. He brought his fingers up to his mouth, licking them off. A cocky smile graced his lips.

“Delicious,” he said, standing and fixing his mask. He grabbed you and threw you over his shoulder again, walking you back to the Hatch. He dropped you on top of it, stepping back. “Until next time, darling.” His words rang in your ears as you disappeared through Hatch.

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