you were on all fours, silently cleaning up the mess you had made. ghostface leaned against a wall, his arms crossed over his chest as he watched you clean. your head hung low in shame, as you wiped up the blood on the ground. he hadn't said a word, and you were fucking terrified.
you grabbed a mop, mopping up the floor in a quick hurry - eager to leave the victims house. the body was all taken care of for now, wrapped up like a present in garbage bags and duct tape. the sudden sound of wood creaking drew your attention over to him, as he took slow steps towards you. "why'd you hesitate?" his voice was deep, in control. he wasn't asking to know, he was demanding. "i don't- i don't know." why'd you say that? why couldn't you just tell him that you felt nervous that you had someone watching you? it seemed your mind had gone blank, the response you'd been thinking of suddenly vanishing into the tension filled room.
"you don't know?" he took a step closer, scoffing. you stopped mopping for a second, your hands holding onto the handle for dear life. "i just got...nervous while you were watching me." you looked at the floor, not being able to look at him. "aw, you got nervous?" he mocked you, before shoving you up against a wall. he held you by your throat, the mop dropping out of your hands and smacking against the floor. "if you can't handle me watching you kill someone, how the fuck am i supposed to trust you to do this on your own? am i your babysitter?" he sneered, his grip tightening momentarily. you shook your head, your hands coming up to hold his wrist. he slapped them away, pushing you into the wall harder. "you can't even handle me, how are you gonna face someone else who's bigger than you?" he looked you up and down, his tone dripping in disdain. "you can barely tell the difference between left and right." your brows furrowed, your frustration only growing at his words. "i killed him, didn't i?" you could sense it, the disapproval of your back talk. you didn't need to see his face to tell he was frowning. "you know damn well that's not what i'm talking about. i'm talking about how you couldn't handle your victim. if i wasn't there, he'd overpower you, and you'd be the one bleeding out. if i'm gonna have to save your ass everytime we go out and do this, im gonna take you out to the middle of nowhere and slit your throat open." he let go of your neck, leaving you gasping quietly for air. you held your own neck, the skin burning from his touch.
he walked away, moving to pick up the body on the floor. you watched as he effortlessly picked up the body, tossing it over his shoulder as if 195 weighed nothing. you swallowed, watching as he walked out the door. he paused in the doorway, turning around to look at you. "get a shovel and help me out. don't make me wait."
you were quick to move, following him outside and grabbing a shovel. he loaded the car, shoving the body inside the trunk while you placed the shovel in as well. the two of you drove in silence, and you sat in the passenger seat, anxiously waiting.
the moment you two were done, you could tell you were in a lot of trouble. judging by the way he slammed the trunk and doors - you knew you couldn't get out of this. he made you stay with him, as he couldn't risk having you out of his sight. you took off your mask, glancing over at him as he kept his on. he turned to you suddenly, titling his head. "the fuck are you looking at?" he took a few steps towards you, his presence looming and authoritative. he held your face hard, his fingers digging into your skin. your brows furrowed, and you winced from how hard he was being. "stop acting all innocent...like you almost didn't fuck up tonight. i could kill you, right fucking now, and nobody would know." he looked into your eyes, smirking under the mask as he saw them tear up. "aw, don't tell me you're gonna cry now because i yelled at you. you're so fuckin' sensitive," he rolled his eyes, letting go of your face.
"you wanna cry? fine, i'll give you a reason to." without warning, he grabbed you by your hair, dragging you to his room. you yelped as he threw you onto his bed, forcing you into laying flat on your stomach. before you could even get up, he was on top of you, his hand on your back, holding you down. "wha- what are you doing?!" your face was pressed into the mattress, your eyes squeezing shut as he held your head down. you couldn't see much, but you could hear the sound of him taking his belt off. you started squirming, but he placed his knee on the back of your legs, immediately stopping you. "don't you move." he warned, taking his belt and whipping your ass with it. the leather came down hard, making you grip the sheets, your knuckles turning white. you yelled, trying to move, but he only made it harder for you, using his body weight and strength to pin you down.
he leaned down, the belt still in hand. "i could do a lot worse to you, you know that right? the things i'd do to you, you might not even recover from." he chuckled darkly, slapping the back of your thighs with the belt. you still had your robe on, you didn't even have time to change. your body trembled from the pain, your skin stinging as you cried into the mattress silently, your fingers clutching the sheets. he noticed your whimpering, and slapped your ass with his hand. raising a brow in slight amusement, and something more when he felt your ass jiggle under his palm.
somehow, it hurt more than the belt. your body jolted, your cries becoming more apparent. he pulled your head back by your hair, leaning next to your ear. his body was on top of yours, and you could feel his crotch right against your ass as he straddled you from behind. "you're crying already?" he mocked sympathy, "you think i'll be less mean if you cry? what a baby. your tears mean nothing to me. cry all you want, it won't make me any less harder." you sniffled, wanting to wipe the tears from your eyes so badly. you didn't know what to say, but you figured it would be best if you stayed quiet.
the weight was lifted off of you, and you slowly rolled back over to sit up, thinking your punishment was over. oh, how wrong you were. you saw his belt laid next to you, and his robe was opened enough to reveal his black jeans unbuttoned and unzipped. you swallowed nervously as you looked at him stand there, his heavy footsteps making the wood on the floor creak under his weight. he stood in front of you, looking down at you, before slapping you across the face - hard. you held your cheek, your eyes watering from the impact. he spoke with disdain, crossing his arms as he looked down at you. he appeared bigger, taller, and stronger than you could ever be. "you look like a fuckin mess," he paused, looking at your face. "i didn't know you wore makeup - it's all runny," he spoke like he was disgusted. "though, i knew you always liked attention." his words made you angry, they made you want to bite back. but you knew where that'd get you. his thumb pressed against your bottom lip, and he forced his gloved finger inside your mouth, the pad of his finger pressing down on your tongue. he seemed pleased by how wet your mouth was, and he started to reach down to his pants. you swallowed, pleading for him. "oh my god, please don't," you whimpered. "why? you gonna cry again?" he taunted, pulling his pants down enough for you to see his black boxers. "i've heard people plead for me to not take their life, and somehow you sound more pathetic than they do," he said with amusement. he pulled out his hardened cock, just seeing you in pain and crying made him hard. this fucker- he was big. he didn't need for you to say it, he knew already. his pink tip tapped at your lips, and he forced you to open your mouth by stepping on your foot, making you gasp in pain.
he shoved his cock inside, letting out a hiss of pleasure as he felt his cock be engulfed by your mouth. he rocked gently, letting your tongue coat his cock in your saliva before commanding you to suck. "suck it. no wonder guys don't fuck you, you're terrible at this," he replied as you didn't move an inch, and you fought off the urge to bite. you decided to give in, as pleasing him would only make things better for you. slowly, you started to suck. he watched as you took your time, displeased with how slow you were, he rolled his eyes, growing bored. he pulled his cock out, grabbing your hair and forcing you to look up at him. "you gonna stop fucking around or do i need to smack the shit out of you again?"
his tone was threatening, making you swallow and take his cock back in your mouth. without using your hands, you slowly took it inch by inch, your tongue wrapping around the tip. you sucked on it generously, tracing his veins with your tongue. he tilted his head back, quietly panting. he groaned, looking down at you again, before taking your hair in a fist, and thrusting into your mouth. your eyes teared up from the pressure, looking up at him as he fucked your mouth relentlessly. his breathing was heavy, gasps shuddering as his cock grazed your tongue, the way your lips sucked on his tip made him crazy. it didn't take long for him to finish, for him to fill up your mouth with cum. "swallow it." he held you by your cheeks, fingertips burning into your skin. you obeyed, swallowing it.
he seemed impressed by how you didn't gag, but he wasn't gonna tell you that. you were slightly relieved when he pulled his pants back up, and when he left the room. you wiped your mouth, hating yourself for enjoying it.
you were confused, he hadn't said anything at all in the past hour. you got up from your room, leaving to take a shower. you stood underneath the water, deciding to pamper yourself after what happened. you shaved, used a body scrub, and your favorite body wash. you swore that you heard the door open, but you felt that it was just your paranoia of being in punishment that made you believe that.
you ended up finishing quickly, but you were quick to notice the missing thong from your pile of clothes. you exited the bathroom, going into your room to change. you felt that pampering yourself might make you feel less worse about this whole 'punishment.' you felt slightly disgusted, how many people did he do this do? you rubbed lotion on your arms and legs, jumping when the door handle started to move.
you were barely clothed, just a pair of grey shorts and a little black tank top. he entered your room, looking pissed off again. "you're a bitch, you know that?" he came closer. "making me feel like a fuckin' teenager in heat. you know how many bitches i fucked trying to get you off my mind?" you paused, completely taken aback.
"you're just some dumb bitch i've gotta babysit while we kill people together." his hand runs up your neck, the leather from his gloves caressing your soft skin. your brows furrowed, and you could tell he was smirking under the mask. "dumb girls like you don't even cross my mind a second time after i've came." you looked away, shame and embarrassment burning your cheeks after what had happened. you felt used - like some toy for him to get off on. "if you're feeling used, it's because you are. you fuckin' suck at killing," he paused, his hand sliding up the back of your neck - taking your hair and wrapping it around his hand, "maybe these hands are better for this." his unoccupied hand took your wrist, and he placed it on his crotch. you could feel him hardening under your palm, and you swallowed nervously.
he looked down at you, fighting the urge to smile at how pretty you were. "you're pretty when you cry," he chuckled darkly. "maybe I should make you cry more often, you look so good." you didn't know how to feel, he was being so cruel but so nice at the same time. you couldn't lie, you were eating up whatever compliments he gave - since they didn't come often.
but, his good mood disappeared as quick as it came, and before you know it you were shoved down onto your bed. his hands pinned your wrists down, and he was quick to straddle you. you fought against him, but it only ended up with you getting slapped. he didn't say a word, his hands already abandoning your wrists to travel up your top. you gasped softly as he gently pushed your top up, a finger tracing your abdomen. "look at you, barely fuckin' clothed. it's like you want my attention," he laughed cruelly. he reached behind him, pulling out his hunting knife. he dragged the tip up your stomach, the faintest mark appearing on the soft skin. he watched how your skin dented under the knife's weight, his lips pulling up into a twisted grin that nobody could see.
he ran it up your body, cutting your top open. the knife laid against your neck, and you swallowed thickly. you laid still, as if breathing would get you killed. his hand came down and squeezed your boob, and he leaned down next to your ear. "i usually don't give girls attention like this, but you're different." he sighed in frustration, "you gotta boyfriend?"
"no," you cleared your throat. "it wouldn't matter anyway, id kill him just to have you for myself." he chuckled, his hand running down your stomach to press against your clothed pussy. you jolted underneath his body, squirming slightly. "don't move, girl." you could tell he was looking you up and down, "i'm gonna make this pussy mine." you tried to move again, but he held you by your throat, his thumb digging into your neck. you gasped, and his hand went down your shorts. you shuddered when you felt his finger run down your pussy, his gloved fingertip sliding in between your lips. he watched your brows furrow, and your lips part slightly to let out soft gasps.
you didn't know how to feel. were you angry that he was treating you like this? speaking to you like you were below him? all of that faded as you felt his finger circle your clit. a sharp gasp exiting your mouth, your back slightly arching on its own. you felt him press you into the mattress, his strong arm holding you in place. "that's it, good girl." he murmured, watching as you moved your hips like some bitch in heat. he removed his finger, his hand disappearing under his mask as he tasted you on his fingers. you opened your eyes and looked at him as he tasted you. you couldn't tell what he was thinking.
his legs were spread as he straddled you, but he got off of you, and stood by the edge of your bed. he yanked you to the edge by your ankles, until your lower half slightly tipped over the edge. he pushed your legs up to your chest, a hand under your knees as he traced your clothed pussy with his finger. his breathing had become heavier, and he practically tore your shorts off you. he moved his mask slightly, just to spit in your mouth. he forced it open, dragging his ring and middle finger along your tongue. when he pulled your thong to the side, his eyes glimmered in amusement at how wet you were already. "didn't even need to use spit," he chuckled. "suck it off." his fingers returned to your mouth, and you sucked his spit off of them.
he couldn't wait, he was hard the moment he stepped into your room, and saw how your shorts hugged the fat of your ass. he pressed himself against your wet pussy. the front of his jeans were dampened, and he groaned feeling you pressed against him. in a quick motion, he unbuttoned his jeans. "spread that pussy for me," he ordered. your hands came around your thighs, spreading open your pussy for him. he ran a finger in between your folds, your mouth parting to let out soft pants. he circled your clit slowly, before teasing your hole with the tip of his finger. he leaned down, his ring finger poking at your hole while his thumb caressed your clit. "you're dripping," he sneered. he felt pride knowing you were so wet because of him, and something darker gleamed in his eyes as he heard your soft whines and the sounds of you sucking in a breath. he slowly sunk his ring and middle finger in your hole, watching as you tipped your head back. a soft whine left your mouth, and he picked up his pace seeing your reaction. "come on," he encouraged, "show me how good this pussy is." upon hearing that, your pussy clamped around his fingers, and he looked at you with amusement.
he curled his fingers, making you arch your back. his pace quickened on your clit, and you swore you were going to cum, when he suddenly pulled out. you opened your eyes, shocked to see him laughing. "oh baby, you're not gonna get to cum so quickly." he stood up to his full height, taking his pants off and pulling them down. he pulled out his cock, rubbing the tip in between your folds. you looked at him, brows furrowed as he teased you. "you're still being punished, remember?" he taunted, leaning down to choke you again. you held onto his wrist, and this time he let you. "please," you whined. "please what?" he tilted his head, looking down at you.
"please, put it in. i-i can't.." you squirmed, trying to gain some friction. but instead, he pushed your hips down into the mattress, his voice quickly turning menacing. "stop moving, girl." he warned, his cock resting heavy on your pussy. he tapped his tip against your clit, rubbing it up and down before teasing the tip in. your painted toes curled with anticipation, as you let out a soft gasp as he stuck it in. but he quickly pulled out, leaving you with an empty feeling. just as you were about to protest, he stuck it in quickly, instantly filling you up. you let out a groan, your back arching again as he stood still. "relax, i haven't even done anything yet." he said with contempt, but it was amusing how turned on you were by this. "do you not get dick often? that would explain it," he smirked, loving the look of frustration on your face.
he started to rock his hips, fucking you at a painfully slow pace. but you knew not to disobey, even though you just wanted to move against him. he held open your legs, watching as his cock disappeared inside your pussy, how you sucked him in so fucking good that his eyes rolled back. your breathing was shaky as you tried to handle his slow pace, and to make it worse he added a finger to your clit, rubbing it in all the right places. he loved how your mouth hung slightly open, your brows furrowing as you looked as his cock inside you. your eyes trailed over his body, the distinct v line fading into the carved muscles of his upper half. he noticed you looking, and lifted his robe up to expose more of his stomach, while rolling his hips into yours.
a sharp gasp left your throat, as he started to pick up his pace. he pounded into you harder, yet his pace was still slow. he enjoyed watching you nearly cum all over his cock, and pulled out just before as you were about to. "do you wanna cum?" he taunted, leaning next to your ear while he pounded into you. you couldn't help the gasps and moans that left your mouth, "yes, please let me cum, please.." you begged, your legs sore from holding them up for so long. he suddenly pulled out again, forcing you onto your hands and knees. "I'll make you scream, baby. " he pulled your hips towards him, slapping your ass until it left a mark. he stuck his cock back in, pulling it back out and watching as your hole stayed in the same shape he stretched it. "I'm gonna make this pussy cum," he groaned, fucking into you sloppily. his abdomen was pressed into the fat of your ass, and you could hear the heavy breaths that left his mouth as he pounded into your pussy. his fingers returned to your clit, sloppily rubbing it until your pussy was clenching around his cock.
"be a good girl n' cum for me, show me how much you like this dick bitch." your knuckles were gripping the sheets, your toes curling and your eyes rolling back as he fucked you into oblivion, the side of your face pressed into the mattress as he buried his cock deep inside you, his fingers rubbing at your clit until you were a moaning mess. you swore you've never came so fucking hard - after nearly three times of him almost coaxing it out of you. "oh my god," you tried to move away, a scream leaving your throat as you felt him fuck you past your orgasm. you could feel him filling up your pussy with his cum, and he let out a deep groan, leaning against your body for support. your body collapsed, as you let out heavy pants. your eyes opened in shock when you felt yourself being lifted up, and he slammed you into the nearest wall, pounding into your pussy as if the two of your bodies weren't aching.
you couldn't remember how many times you came. he ran a finger up your pussy, practically fucking his own cum out of you. he pulled out his cum coated cock, and stuck it in your mouth. you licked him up, savoring the taste of him. "you freak bitch," he chuckled darkly, holding the side of your face. you sat on the edge of your bed, putting your clothes on while he pulled his pants up and left. you figured that he'd be the type to do that, and you decided it was time for another shower. but you could only imagine the surprise when you came back to your room, and saw him laying in the bed. he pat the space next to him, and as soon as you laid down he pulled you close to him.
"sleep with me," he moved up his mask slightly to kiss your neck (which you couldn't see since you were the little spoon.) you hummed in acknowledgement, laying comfortably in his strong arms. his fingers caressed the soft curve on your side, prompting you to fall asleep.
after that encounter, things had gotten strange. the girls that he'd fucked before you went missing. that or they were brutally murdered. when he heard shuffling around in the kitchen, he rose from his bed with a hunting knife tucked into his pants. "what the fuck?" he muttered, seeing you bloodied. "killing spree?" he let go of his knife, leaning against the wall. you came up to him, lifting up the bottom of his mask just enough where his neck was exposed. you started to kiss the skin, sucking on all the right spots. his hand rested on the small of your back, unsure of what caused the sudden affection - not that he was complaining. then you said something that made him shudder, "this dick belongs to me." oh fuck, he was losing his control. your hand ran down his stomach and groped his cock, eliciting a deep groan from him. "I don't belong to anyone," he panted, knowing you'd get angry. "tell that to them." you looked into his eyes, and his face fell as he connected the dots. but he wasn't afraid of what you were capable of - in fact, he found his perfect match.
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authors note: since halloween is coming, I decided I should throw in another ghostface fic cause he's so fucking hot likeee...
Hey I love your writing! Can we get house wife reader with Billy and stu. Where a victim find reader hoping they'd save them and reader ends up killing the victim themselves
Hello darling, thank you so much for your kind words; I'm glad you're enjoying my work <3
And thank you for this cute request, I hope you'll enjoy it as well! <3
NO BLOOD ON MY FLOOR!! (female reader x poly!Ghostface)
Warnings: no proof reading, murders, blood, violence, sexual desires, pissed off reader, murderous reader, reader is wearing a dress and lingerie (no other physical description).
When Billy and Stu told you they were going to bring two victims home to play with them, you quickly told them you didn’t like that plan at all. You were even against it and you warned them you were going to be very mad at them if they still did it.
It wasn’t because you didn’t enjoy them killing people. On the contrary: whenever flash info was talking about all the terrible things Ghostface did, you were all hot and bothered, and you needed the two men to take care of you, as soon as possible, in the most delicious way they knew. No, it wasn’t about that.
And it wasn’t because you were afraid to be hurt either. You knew that Billy would always keep an eye on you to make sure you stay safe and sound. It wouldn’t be the first time that Ghostface was killing someone while you were in the same house or in the same room, so you knew how to behave and they were very attentive to not put you into too much danger. They needed their pretty little wife to be alright anyways. No, it wasn’t about that.
What was bothering you was the blood. You knew that your lovers weren’t the most clean killers in the world because they were playful and sometimes a little bit clumsy and silly (but don’t tell them). And you perfectly knew you would be the one who would clean up the blood and all the stains after their slaughter.
You weren’t a happy bunny about it.
But Billy had already everything planned and Stu was very excited about it, so you knew they wouldn’t listen to your complaint. No matter how much you were going to pout and to sulk away. You even promised yourself to not let them seduce you in bed after the killing… or in the shower as a matter of fact. Actually, you were planning on sleeping on the couch to show them how upset you were with them. Even if it was hard to be mad at them, because Billy was a sweet talker and manipulator and because Stu was an excited puppy who was way too adorable for your own good.
The afternoon of the killing arrived. You had prepared some tea and cookies for the guests, like the good housewife you truly were, despite everything. Stu was chatting around, a hand on your thigh under the table, until he excused himself, saying he needed to check on what Billy was doing. You sighed to yourself as you reached for the security home remote and you turned it on. All the windows and doors were perfectly locked now and metallic curtains lowered down over the possible exits of the house. You liked how safe this installation always made you feel. Your two killers were a little bit paranoid, but you didn’t mind it. And it gave you all the privacy you needed when you were having sexual games… But today it was a bloody one.
The two guests noticed that everything was locked up pretty quickly because of the sound of the curtains. They started to worry, wondering what was going on. They were about to ask you when Ghostface appeared in the room. By the way the man played with the knife, you knew it was Billy. You sat on the kitchen counter so you could watch what was going on without being in the way. The men ran away, as Ghostface followed them without any kind of hurry, knowing they had nowhere to go anyways.
You felt arms wrapping around your waist from behind and you turned your head to find another Ghostface hugging you. You scoffed at Stu and unwrapped his arms from your body.
“Go play now. I’m pissed at the mess you’ll create in my house” you pouted and Stu removed his mask.
“Ah come on, baby girl. We’ll take good care of you tonight… And we both know you enjoy the killings. It has been a while since you have been able to see everything with your own two eyes. Don’t you like that?” he asked while gently kissing your shoulders and neck.
“I like it when it’s in someone’s else house” you replied and you pushed his face away from you “I thought about sleeping on the couch tonight, but maybe I should make you sleep outside actually” you huffed
“We promise we’ll make it up to you, princess” Stu said as he put his mask back on and left the room.
You sighed once again when you heard someone scream in agony at the other side of the house. You just hoped there wouldn’t be any blood on the walls. Because the floor was one thing, but the walls… With the paint and sometimes the wallpaper… Gosh, you knew it would be just impossible to clean up!
You got startled from your own thoughts when one of the guests stumbled inside the room. He was hurt, clenching at his side. He saw you and hope lit up in his eyes. He was certain you were going to help him.
“You need to call the police” he told you as he came closer to you and you simply smiled at him.
“Oh yes, of course” you hummed without moving an inch. You were deep down a little bit annoyed at your boys for leaving a victim so close to you. They really weren’t that careful because it was inside their own house, and it was truly upsetting you, and in a different way that the blood was annoying you.
“Please, please, do something. We need to find a way out of your house… We need to… Why aren’t you scared?” he whispered as he was now leaning against the wall next to you. You hummed in disapproval when you saw blood stains on your floor and walls, but also on the pieces of furniture he leaned on to help himself walk to you. You hated this mess already.
“I really hate that. I’m married to idiots who don’t care about me” you grumbled
“Please, do something!” the man yelled at you, not understanding why you weren’t reacting and what you were talking about. “Ghostface will kill us both” he added, thinking you might not realise the seriousness of the situation.
“No, they won’t” you finally said as you got up. The guest relaxed a little bit, thinking you were now understanding what was going on and that you were going to find a way out of your own house. He frowned when you opened a kitchen drawer and grabbed a long knife from it.
“No, no, we can’t fight” the man reached for you.
“I’m not going to fight, I’m just going to kill you myself” you smiled at him before stabbing him before he could react from your words. He screamed and fell on the ground. He tried to protect himself but you were already straddling him and stabbing him over and over again. You never stopped smiling as you did so. Your dress, skin and hair were covered in blood, as well as your floor and kitchen furniture. But at least you were the one creating the mess and it was making you feel better. A lot of the tensions left your body.
Stu and Billy had finished the other man off and they were wondering where the last one went. They grew concerned when they heard a scream and they started to think that it might have been a mistake to bring them here: they wouldn't forgive themselves if anything happened to you because of their dark hobby and carelessness.
They ran through the whole house; Billy was looking for you and Stu was trying to find the last victim to kill him. They both ended up in the kitchen. And they paused when they saw you.
You were looking like a divinity of death to them. You were leaning against the counter, your arms crossed on your chest. You were covered in red. At your feet, the man was dead, with the knife still piercing through his heart. Blood was leaking from him and you had to sit on the counter to avoid your shoes being also coated in the sticky and red liquid. Billy and Stu removed their masks.
“You killed him?” Billy asked. If you had always been a fan of their work, you had never killed anyone before. No one they knew about at least.
“Nah, he fell on the knife” you rolled your eyes “Yes, I killed him. You both better get rid of the bodies! Right now!” you screamed at them. They exchanged a look and smirked. You were so hot when you were pissed at them, covered in blood.
“A kiss first, baby. And then we’ll even help you with the blood” Billy purred as he walked to you. “Didn’t know red suited you that well either” he hummed as he wrapped an arm around you. You tried to push him away but he was stronger than you. And soon enough Stu was also cornering you.
“Maybe we should help you with your bloody clothes first, darling” Stu added “Because if red suits you, I’m sure that your dress on the ground will look even better” he smirked and you hated how you felt yourself blushing at such raw desire from them.
“I’m still mad at you” you tried to resist.
Billy shushed you before his lips found your neck. He brought you back on the floor, despite the pool of blood at your feet. He pushed you against the nearest wall. Stu followed the movement and he kissed the other side of your neck. Their hands were all over you as they started to undress you. You would have loved to say that you resisted, but you didn’t. You let your head go backward so you gave them more room. You also let your dress fall on the ground. They had a little look at your body and they groaned in want. You were always putting on some cute little lingerie under your outfit, and the boys were never disappointed.
“A shower is mandatory” Billy said as he tugged you
“You’re still sleeping outside tonight. Both of you” you warned them. Then the memory of how upset you were before killing the man hit you. “Hey, you left me alone with the victim. You let him talk to me while you were God knows where. I thought you cared about your wife” you told them as you stopped walking, frowning at them. They exchanged another look.
“I’m truly sorry about that, Y/N. It won’t happen again” Billy promised with sincerity. “Let us take care of you now as a way to apologise for what happened” he continued
“You’ll clean up,” you said. They weren’t too happy about it but they nodded. “And you’ll bring me to a nice restaurant tomorrow evening. I want something romantic” you added because you felt you could get away with absolutely anything at the moment.
Billy wasn’t too impressed but he couldn’t displease his wife any more he already did so he nodded. Stu enjoyed how you were playing them.
poly!Billy Loomis & Stu Macher X easily distracted!reader | fluff | graphic descriptions of violence
Billy and Stu adore their boyfriend, so they keep an eye on him due to the fact that he has this odd but adorable tendency to get...distracted.
#1, PURPLE FLOWERS
"D'you believe in past lives?" Billy paused his rummaging and from behind his locker door he peered at his boyfriend, Stu, who was leaning on the row of lockers beside Billy's.
"What type of question is that? Ya' been smoking pot again?" his arms, already sore from last night's activities, pinched as he added the weight of the AP Biology textbook among the binders full of notes. He readjusted his grip, shutting the locker as Stu jerked his chin across the hall. Bumping their shoulders together as he mimicked Stu's pose, Billy's gaze followed Stu's to the windows that lead to the school's front yard.
There (Y/N) was, knees tucked under him and backpack forgotten by his side with his face in gentle awe at the flowers that had grown near one of the trees.
That would explain why you weren't in the hallways like your boyfriends were. You probably were on your way but caught a glimpse of those purple petals and simply could not resist yourself.
"I'm guessing that in his past life, he was a puppy" Stu chuckled. "Small attention span, ya' know? Gnawing on your ankles, trippin' over his widdle paws" Billy cocked a brow, a lopsided grin climbing his face at Stu's curled hands swiping at the air - like a puppy, he says. Billy thinks he looks like a lanky mantis shrimp.
"Does he know classes are about to start?" he asked and Stu laughed.
"S'he look like he does? Come on, let's collect our puppy and send him on his way" he all but cooed.
The taller of the two shouldered open the school doors, wincing as he'd inadvertently put pressure on a cut he'd received - also from last night's endeavours.
"What d'you think I was in my past life, Billy boy?" he let the question linger in the air as they came up behind (Y/N), who was none the wiser. He never got his answer, not that he minded, because (Y/N) had turned his attention to the murderous duo with a blinding smile that made the sun burn with jealousy as the winds ushered the clouds away like show curtains - it still paled in comparison to (Y/N)’s beauty.
“Classes are about to start” Billy put his back to the tree whilst Stu plopped himself next to (Y/N). “I know” bemoaned (Y/N) “but I saw these and they just reminded me of you two” he presented them with a mice-sized bouquet of fragile, dusty purple flowers with a deep vinyl colour in the centre, and meekly twirled it between his thumb and pointer fingers.
“We aren’t pretty like some dainty flower” Stu plucked it from (Y/N)’s hold, its petals tickling his boyfriend’s cheek as Stu tucked it by his ear. “But I am?” (Y/N) mused, squinting his eyes at Stu. Billy’s touch, which had always been cold, sent shivers as he placed his hand on (Y/N)’s head; “The prettiest little devil we’ve ever met”
The bell rang but the three boys stayed ever so enamoured with each other, more and more flowers decorating each other.
Everyone paid no mind as purple flowers kept falling from (Y/N) as he moved from class to class - though the nickname flower boy persisted for a few weeks despite how uncreative it was. (Y/N)’s boyfriends thought it was cute.
#2, COOL ROCK
In all honesty, Stu wondered why Billy had chosen this location as a date. He constitutes eating with a good movie, cuddling, making-out, and maybe some bed shaking sex as a good date not taking a walk through the Woodsboro woods.
But, it was nice.
The tests and quizzes…thank fuck this would be the final test for a good while before university rolls in. Well, that is if he aces it.
“Baby” he snaps out from his reveries and turns to see (E/C) coloured eyes with their eyebrows sloped in concern. “You went quiet, everything okay?” Billy halts from ahead, hands shoved in his pockets as he wonders why the two had lagged.
“Yeah, yeah” Stu’s rubs the back of his head and his shoulders droop as (Y/N)’s fingers slip in his hands.
“What’s up?” Billy inquired once they caught up. (Y/N) shakes his head, telling him not to worry too much as he reaches to hold Billy’s hands as well. “He thought he heard something” he soothed them both by rubbing his thumb over their lightly bruised knuckles. “Yeah?” Billy didn’t sound convinced and (Y/N) pursed his lips at him as they made eye-contact.
“Yeah, wolf or something…” Stu continued which made Billy eye him then glance around unsurely. (Y/N) snorted, rolling his eyes. People assumed Billy was the cool headed, suave, Cassanova. Which, to his credit, he was...sometimes. Meanwhile, people assume Stu was the airheaded, frantic, hyperactive comedy relief of your relationship.
They did not know how romantic Stu was, or how smart he was. His extrovertedness along with his bubbly attitude was often mistaken as some sort of weakness - if only they knew how terrifying it was how closely intergrated Ghostface was in Stu’s very soul.
How for Billy, he can hang the robe and mask in the closet. Despite how it peers from the darkness, creaks it open and makes the walls shake from its breathing when it demanded attention.
Stu? The line between him and the mask was a blurred line in the sand that he barely notices. He is Ghostface, with or without the mask.
He’s like…he’s like a…an…a…
There was a twinkle from the corner of (Y/N)’s eyes.
Your boyfriend’s were debating the existence of a wolf and mountain lion hybrid when you spotted the glimmering ‘gem’.
“After this, we’re getting something nice and warm, right?” Stu batted his lashes and Billy nodded, not quite registering the loss of weight and warmth from his left hand as he peeked at the treetops. “Yeah, might be good, it’s getting pretty cold lately” Stu allowed the satisfying crunches of the dead leaves on the forest floor to distract him from (Y/N)’s hand slipping away.
That and Stu’s anxiety of the uncertain future with Billy simultaneously unsure of how to bring the topic up himself. Thankfully, Stu unknowingly made a segway to the conversation for the perfect opening.
“Why’d you even drag us out here, Billy?” Stu whined, kicking a stick out of the way. Billy paused, sighing a bit and moving to bump their shoulders.
“You looked like you were about to damn near cry while staring at your textbook and my head was about to explode anyways, so was our (Y/N)’s. I figured a walk in the woods would help us” Stu realizes that it was more for him because Billy had been silently skimming through some English assignment while (Y/N) had been half-asleep on Stu’s bed. He pressed a kiss to Billy’s jaw, effectively making them pause as he fully held Billy’s face in his hands to kiss him.
He mumbled (Y/N)’s name into the kiss while the corners of his mouth lifting as he grasped Stu’ waist; “(Y/N) also promised me I’d get some kisses from both of my boys if I did as I was asked, he suggested it…” Stu wondered why he stopped midsentence but then he looked around, blood going cold as all he saw was trees and more trees.
“(Y/N)! Baby!” Stu called, interlacing his fingers with Billy as they called out for you. They weren’t too worried about scouring the woods for you as they dredge through here at night often - to evade curious eyes as they carried their equipment around - along with the fact that you couldn’t have possibly been that far.
“(Y/N), come on! Where are you, doll?” Billy called out, retracing their steps down the path as they attempted to spot their darling boyfriend.
“I’m here!” a voice came from behind an overturned tree, the two raced over and blinked owlishly as (Y/N) held up his palm to show them -
“A rock?” Billy brushed his bangs back, holding it in his hand as he turned it around. He even held it up to catch the light, it twinkled shyly under (Y/N)’s lovers gaze.
“It’s a pretty rock! It’s shiny!” he defended as he rose from his knees, dusting the dirt away from his (insert bottom attire).
“You seriously let go of our hands for a rock, baby?” (Y/N) pouted as Stu pulled him into his side, pressing a kiss to his temple all while Billy continued to inspect the rock. “Hey, quit it! I’ve never seen a rock as shiny as that, okay” he huffed, reaching for it while Billy evaded his attempts.
“No, no, answer his question” Billy ‘frowned’ and Stu giggled, “A rock over us?”
“You guys are assholes!” (Y/N) exclaimed making his boyfriends laugh with complete glee.
The shiny rock stayed on Stu’s desk, googly eyes glued on as it weighed down a note that read;
Don’t lose your head over the small stuff. You’ve got this, baby. We love you - (Y/N) + Billy ♡
#3, SHINY KEYS?
In all fairness, (Y/N) thought it was lovely how his boyfriends insist on either one of them holding his hand or both at the same time. But surely, they must not think he was that helpless. Call him crazy but clammy hands was not a cute thing to feel despite how nice of a gesture it was to be holding hands. He’d slipped away a few times, only a few! Nothing bad happened. If anything, most of the time, (Y/N) came back with trinkets!
Well, there was that one time when Stu was hosting a party to let loose and some guy’s cousin from a neighbouring high school had shoot his shot which ended with him getting practically beheaded with a hunting knife by two annoyed Ghostface’s a week or so later.
But, (Y/N) was completely fine!
“I am not that bad” he retorted for the fourth time and Billy simply squeezed their hand and kissed his temple.
“Don’t be a big baby about it”
“Yeah, you saying ya’ don’t like holding hands?” Stu swings their arms together and (Y/N)’s mouth twitches as he fights the urge to smile. “M’not a big baby, I’m a grown man!” a few heads turned towards the trio as they made their way down the street. “Yeah, because grown men yell that they’re grown men” Billy grunted as he was elbowed. “I will castrate you” (Y/N) hissed, “You like my dick too much to do that” he braced himself for another elbow but Stu’s gasp saved him from the wrath of his boyfriend.
“Dude, they opened up an ice cream and waffle place!” Stu tugged his boyfriends across the street, (Y/N) yelping as frantically made sure they weren’t going to become the first hand-holding trio to end up in the ER as some sort of human pretzel’s.
“Jesus, didn’t take long to replace that shitty old man’s shop” Billy muttered with a cruel smirk. The butcher who used to own the shop lot had been a mean asshole who often sold even older cuts of meat for a hefty price. He’d brag his family had practically been the first butchers in Woodsboro and how it was a piece of the town’s history when one bought his product.
You’d think with that as a selling point more people would’ve mourned when he ended up as a corpse, bled-out and hanging from the hook in some pig farmer’s barn. The brutality certaintly shocked everyone but the funeral service held for him had been a dreary affair, with only a handful of people.
“His kid sold it” (Y/N) said as he looked at the menu on the chalkboard sign propped next to the door, “Heard from his grandkid, ya’ know Brandon from theatre?” Billy nodded “Yeah, well, his grandpa was in debt so Brandon’s father decided to sell it”.
“Brandon is related to that geriatric bag of bones?” Stu laughed, clutching his stomach. His boyfriends joined. Well, to be far, the guy was the nicest person you could possibly meet so it was a jarring surprise to know he is related to such a grumpy man.
“Think we did him a favour” Billy curled an arm around (Y/N)’s shoulder with his other placed on his hip. “When Christmas rolls around, I’m betting he’ll get some extra shit out of pity” he continued while Stu moved forward to peek inside the store.
A few familiar faces stuck out to him, they waved in recognition and he glanced at Billy and (Y/N) to gesture for them to head in. Shrrugging, they went along. Stu was the most extroverted - a natural people’s person. It wasn’t unusual for him to be pulled aside to chat with someone. Neither Billy nor (Y/N) minded, especially in this case seeing as they could squeeze in some dessert.
A group of people walked towards the entrance as the three walked in, a gasp of Stu’s name making traffic stop.
Truth be told, Billy had thought he had him leashed to him by his hand alone but by the time the group of school mates had passed through the threshold, he was not there.
Cue the usual song and dance of the lovers heads swivelling and eyes darting to catch a glimpse of (Y/N).
Stu motioned for his friends to wait as he stepped out fully and called out (Y/N)’s name.
“Stu, I’m here!” came the sheepish reply, there he stood in front of a neighbouring store. Their shoulders sagged in relief, lips pursed endearingly as they walked to stand on either side of him.
It was an antique store. Billy swore he could smell it through the display glass, the dust and nostalgia of all sorts of trinkets that were once loved. (Y/N) lifted his hand and pointed to a clever showcase of keys on a string that decorated the top left and rights of the display window. Big, old and clunky but swaying ever so slightly from th ventilation within the store.
They twinkled under the light.
“Puppy,” Stu snickered which earned a head tilt from (Y/N) - it further cemented his claim.
#4, PIZZA
They did it. They fucking did it. They graduated. What better way to celebrate then a date at the new mall?
Stu had outdone his usual parties with the one he had thrown just a few days ago - the three of you were still finding confetti in all sorts of corners in Stu’s house - it was a real Gatsby. Even Billy had found himself dancing in the crowd, feverishly and unabashedly squeezing (Y/N) between Stu and himself.
Now, with that done and over with, it was time for a more private celebration.
(Y/N)’s boyfriends were keeping him in the centre, Stu’s hand around his waist while Billy held a few bags of dorm essentials. Last-minute shopping squeezed into a date, it was usual with the boy’s hectic life and double life.
“That movie sucked” Stu said, “fake blood never looked faker”. (Y/N) rolled his eyes, placing his head on Stu’s shoulder.
“Not everyone’s a murder and horror movie expert, Mr Ghostface” Stu narrowed his eyes at (Y/N)’s teasing tone, grip tightening. He knew what that particular nickname did to his lovers. Billy’s stomach grumbling made their eyes shoot towards his warm face.
“Hungry, baby?” (Y/N) received a sigh and nod. They continued walking as they wondered what they should eat. This mall was huge, and all sorts of restaurants were squeezed into every corner. But that was not where the problem lay.
“Why the fuck would I eat raw fish?” Stu scoffed “We might as well hit the pet store and ate the goldfish”.
“A California roll isn’t as fucking stupid as Italian food made from some American red neck” Billy snapped “I’m the one that’s fucking hungry, I should choose”.
“Nah, no - (Y/N), you choose”
A pause, the escalator they were on continued it’s task of sending the two boys to the upper level with their lover nowhere to be seen.
Unlike the times before, however, calling out your name and retracing their steps did not work. For the first time, they felt cold sweat erupt as they shared a glance. Sure, no real harm could have come to (Y/N), and he was full and well capable of protecting himself. But he was also someone that had walked into a pole, thrice.
“(Y/N)” Billy called out as he and Stu reached the third floor of the mall, nearing the kid’s arcades and all when he finally spotted (Y/N)…
Talking to someone in a brown bear mascot that had a top hat, bow tie and microphone in one of his hands.
“(Y/N)!” he perked up as his boyfriends came into view and waved them over. The man who wore the suit narrowed his eyes at the two, a flash of recognition in his eyes as they came by (Y/N)’s side.
“David, this is Billy and Stu, Billy and Stu, David” Billy paid little attention, just noticing the fact that one of the gloves David was supposed to wear was off and in his hand was a cell phone.
(Y/N)’s name typed down along with his number.
Stu slipped his hands around (Y/N)’s waist, slipping a hand up his shirt which he did little to react too - seemingly used to it.
David’s face fell, expression clear as day despite the shadows of the suit.
“He was talking about this deal they had!” (Y/N) chirped out, showing them the flyer with the establisments name written in a whimsical font.
FREDDY FAZBEAR’S GRAND OPENING!
“How’d you even find this place?” Billy took the flyer, feigning interest as he cocked a brow at David. Who, by the way, realized where he recognized (Y/N) from; he was the boyfriend of Billy Loomis and Stu Macher and he was untouchable.
“While you two were arguing I saw a flyer so I decided to scope around, didn’t think you’d mind considering how serious the discussion of spaghetti and sushi was” he mused, leaning against Billy as he passed the flyer to Stu who had not let his eyes leave the poor part-timer.
“And David…explained the deal?” Stu inquired and (Y/N) nodded “Yeah, we even exchanged our numbers so he’d get us the best seats in the house” he cooed and David shifted uncomfortably as (Y/N)’s boyfriends gazed at him with daggers in their eyes.
“Why the hell would we even eat a kids place with creepy animatronics?” Stu retorted “Let’s bounce, this is laaame”.
There was an edge in Stu’s voice. It often did when he decided to use this sharp-tongued persona - which rarely came out…unless he was particularly annoyed.
(Y/N) rolled his eyes but shrugged and gave David an apology as they eventually walked off to some sushi place.
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“Woodsboro police department reports the dead body found within the suit of the Freddy Fazbear Pizzaeria mascot is identified to be David Perron. His body was found mutilated and stuffed within the mascot and dragged into the ball pit of the establishment. Authorities are saying this might be the work of the infamous serial killer, Ghostface -“
Stu turns the radio off, (Y/N) squealing as he bounced his knees - effectively making the boy in his lap jump and hold him tighter.
“Stu!” he laughed, the wind in his hair as Billy rested a hand on the back Stu’s headrest. The roof of Billy’s new convertible was down, letting the three lovers feel the blissful breeze and gentle warmth of the California sun.
“Bounce, bounce!” Stu cheered which made Billy peek at the two of them from over the rim of his sunglasses.
“Come on, baby, celebrate!”
“I’m not jumping on your lap in the car! Dumbass!” Stu was no deterred as giggles poured out of (Y/N)’s mouth, his lips attacking (Y/N)’s neck with tongue and teeth.
“The sweater looks better on the floor” Stu purred, hissing sharply as Billy tugged his hair back as he nonchalantly drove with one hand on the wheel. The sweater all three of them were wearing had the logo of the university they’d been accepted into and the one they were making their way towards.
“Billy” Stu whined, the wind muffling it as (Y/N) leaned to kiss Billy and shortly after, turned the radio on. Their favourite song blasted and the lovers rode off, cheering and whooping.
I'll give a brief explanation of this, I recently gave a development to James which is that he doesn't want to be a slasher like his parents. James knew the truth over time, yes he knows the atrocities that those two did before he was born (he knows some things because he questioned his parents and also listened to a conversation that Brahms and Billy had about their past) knowing all this . He created a discontent and a great fear of being like them. Brahms and Billy wanted to explain the reason for their actions or also that they felt sorry for their past. That's why he works on being a better person and not becoming a monster like his parents.
I based this idea on the morality that Chucky's son has, where Glen does not want to be like their father and wants to live a normal life, I also based it on Raven Queen from Ever after high where she wants to write her own destiny and not because she is daughter of the evil queen she has to be too.
The same thing happens with James, not because he is the son of Slashers he should be one too, and he just wants to be happy and he is the owner of his life. He will also receive help from Gwen, Greta and Malcolm's daughter, so that James can escape the sins of his parents.
tw: animal death, creepy behavior from Stu & implied assault!
series desc. Stu spares most of the details when he tells Billy about you. He spares maybe too much detail, as he tells Billy that he made a friend in the city and not the fact he met an honest to god serial murderer. He figures he’ll talk about that one when the topic arises.
Stu spares most of the details when he tells Billy about you. He spares maybe too much detail, as he tells Billy that he made a friend in the city and not the fact he met an honest to god serial murderer. He figures he’ll talk about that one when the topic arises.
. . .
Their friendship begins in 1994. Well, not exactly. Stu is freshly 16 and finally has his drivers license. He only really needs it to get to the main part of town, at that point it’s easier walking everywhere. What’s a license and car good for if it spends most of its warranty stuck on the property? He thinks it’s bullshit. He’s also reckless and still a kid.
He decides, before he’s even fully confident in driving, to go to the nearest big city from Woodsboro. That means the roving hills of San Francisco. Maybe it terrifies him a little- not that he’ll admit it- but it’s thrilling, so he doesn’t take a U-turn back home.
He’s old enough that a few remarks and suave confidence usually gets him into places he shouldn’t be, along with a fake ID- and if that doesn’t work, a show of what’s in his wallet usually does the trick.
He meets you in a club. Or- Stu sees you from afar and thinks you’re cool, but doesn’t say hi. There’s this dangerous, nervy edge to you, that he enjoys simply observing. You’re different from these other party goers. He gets a drink and when he goes back to his seat in the corner to watch you, you’ve already slipped out the back door.
He never brings Billy up with him to the city- despite being good friends, maybe even best friends, if guys are allowed to do that sort of thing. Nothing makes Billy nervous. Nothing that Stu is aware of yet.
(Billy’s fine. He’s stone-walled and flirts with danger like it’s no one's business. And then his mom takes off in the middle of the night, with two hastily packed suitcases, leaving him alone. He’s 14 when this occurs.
He’s freaked he’ll never be found again. A mothers love will go to any length to make sure their baby is okay- Billy’s not enough to make his mom love him.
He also hates leaving Woodsboro- that one is irrational. He doesn’t get it himself.)
Stu’s up late, flipping through channels, when he stops on the news. Another man is found with his throat slit in the SF Bay. Authorities aren’t sure if they’re connected yet. It’s too early to say, but it looks like California might have a new serial killer on the loose. That should scare Stu, he gets excited about the possibilities. He loves horror and he’s engrossed in slashers- he’s never thought how human blood must feel between his fingers. He gets giddy and has to calm himself down- he takes a hunting knife from his dad’s collection and skins a stray dog in the woods.
He’s been up to the city a few times throughout the year since his brief- strangely exhilarating, yet fraughtless and boring- encounter with you. He hadn’t been back to that specific club though. There hasn’t been any more news about dead bodies- a part of him, a sick part, wishes there'd be more talk about it, more pictures. He wonders if he went up to the city and waded in the cold waters- if he’d find a dead body. Wonders what a dead person looks like up close.
Woodsboro doesn’t have any killers or crazy crime. Though there has been an uptick in wild animal deaths.
It’s the end of the year, nearly. Which means he’s nearly 17. He’s at Billy’s dad’s apartment, while said dad is out working. He’s lying with his back on the bed, Billy half-listening to whatever moronic rambles Stu’s on about.
Billy sits on the floor, reorganizing a collection of comic books and CDs. He interrupts Stu, not looking up at him. “Have you ever thought about killing a person?”
It’s not very tactful- he learns to be better with that. Stu seems unfazed.
Stu shrugs. “Yeah, sure. Why you asking, man?”
He speaks like it’s easy to admit.
Billy scowls to himself, thinking.
Stu disrupts that thought train, because of course he does. “It can’t be that different from killing animals.” Except he thinks it would be more fun. He’s getting excited. His hands itch and ache with the thought.
“Geez,” Billy lets out, too surprised. “That’s fucking ruthless, man.”
Stu sits up, just enough to turn his head to look at his friend. He twists his face, raising a brow in genuine confusion. “What?”
Billy gives him a look.
“What? You asked, dude.”
It’s a frustrating exchange- Billy laughs. Fucking laughs. It stirs on a reaction from the other boy. It so . . . fucked up and they’re laughing. This is a catalyst to their relationship.
“Stu, do you not see the issue?”
He gets a shrug and a wild grin in response. He smiles to himself and then turns to look at Stu, who’s fully sat up now, who looks onwards into his eyes, awaiting in intrigue, hanging onto Billy’s next word. It feels nice.
Billy tells Stu about a plan he has. Stu’s on board with little questions asked. Perhaps no real questions asked- he asks about the methods, if they would get to wear some sort of costume like they do in film, he asks when do they start like this was an interview for a job. He doesn’t ask Billy why he wants this.
Shortly after his seventeenth birthday, Stu goes back up to the club. He gets a short sort of vague warning from his mom to be careful- that there’s an investigation going on for recent killings in the area. He doesn’t say this- but he knows. He’s been obsessed with watching the news. It’s usually on late night that new stuff is announced. He guesses it makes sense- it’s not really daytime media, a daytime event. He’s kept track of each man found dumped in the water, evidence drained clean. Suspect still at large. A pattern that still needs to be found.
He doesn’t say it- but he has clippings taped on his wall from The San Francisco Chronicle, detailing how the victims were killed. How skin with jagged edges came to be, how likely it was that some of the men hadn’t even died yet before being pushed to the water. Bleeding out and struggling to swim up in freezing temperatures. Whoever was behind this knew what they were doing.
He goes up to the city knowing this- and partially because of it. He doesn’t think at all about you, though. He’s mostly forgotten about you by now. He’s more focused on the future killing of Maureen Prescott towards the end of the school year.
He goes to this club because he knows it’s easier to get into than some of the other ones he’s been to over the past year. He gets a drink and people watches in the corner. He doesn’t really care to join in with dancing or chatting girls up. He’s had enough of french kissing guys in empty bathrooms. He can do most things here that he’d have more fun doing in Woodsboro.
Except maybe kissing guys- but that was tiring. The only boy he wanted to kiss was his best friend, anyway.
He notices you out of the corner of his eye. You’re having a verbal altercation with an older man- it’s quiet, he only recognizes it for what it is because you push him away, and your face is scowling, and your hands are shaking. He recognizes a split-second of darkness in your eyes, not far off from how Billy looked, when they were sat in Stu’s room, pinkies brushing against each other, as they talked and looked at the massacre of clippings on his walls.
The man is pushy, angry. Stu doesn’t think to step in at first. Shit happens. He’s not about to mess with things. He quite likes watching it, anyway. Which is fucked up, Billy would let him know that- he’s Stu’s moral compass. He feels a sort of jealousy seeing you pushed out the back door, into the alley. It perks him up from his glass, he abandons it in his corner spot. He follows the interaction in quick steps.
The alleyway is a maze. It doesn’t empty out neatly into a long stretch. He has to turn the corner before he’s actually in it. That’s where he sees you.
You’re pressed against the wall; not struggling anymore, but your body still shakes at the edges. The man is slumped over your frame. He’s violently pushed to the ground- and this is- it’s dangerous.
Stu could very well be dead now.
You’re standing there panting and holding a bloody knife as you catch your breath over the body of a dead man.
You hear Stu take a few steps forward, your head shooting up with wide eyes.
what do you guys think of the Sawyers down in Texas?
Vincent felt tear fall as he read the note and tucked it close to him as a memory played…
……
Bubba placed the daisy chain in Vincent’s hair, his skin mask covered in makeup from his mother’s room. Under Vincent’s mask, he smiled at him and scooted closer to him before resting on Bubba’s shoulder. Looking forward, he watches his brother and Bubba’s nephew (or brother? He didn’t care), Johnny, working on the broken truck. Over them, Lester, Nubbin, Chop-Top laid in the grass looking at the clouds. Both knew they were higher than the atmosphere. A girl, whose name is Sissy, was sleeping peacefully under a tree next to Jonesy.
The summer the Sawyers came was the summer he fell in love with Bubba. Even when the truck was fixed, his heart stopped when Bubba left a kiss on his cheek. Even when the cloud of dust faded, his heart still ached for his return.
……
“Yeah,” came a low and shaky voice from Vincent, “I knew them.”
Summary: Billy tests you to see if he can trust you with his secret.
A/N: This is my first time writing for Billy Loomis. Hope You Enjoy!
Your eyelids we're heavy as you fought sleep. You just finished studying your exam for school and it's been stressing you out, on top of it all your parents are on a business trip and you haven't seen your boyfriend Billy in weeks.
He hasn't call or text you in almost 2 weeks and you missed him so much, but you understood that he had his own life. He wasn't one for studying or caring about his work, he mainly just hung out with Stu and partied.
Another thing that your not so sure about is his job. You don't know what he does, but he leaves you with saying a word and one time you asked him what he does and it turned into an argument. You noted yourself never ask him that again. A knock at your window broke you out your thoughts.
You pulled the blanket off and went to the window and saw it was your boyfriend. Excited, you pushed your curtains back and Billy busted through the moment you opened it, landing on the floor. "Billy!" You almost fell from the force he entered the room.
You noticed blood all over him. "Billy! Are you ok? What's wrong?" You ran to your bathroom and grabbed the first aid kit from your cabinet. "Sit on the bed." You yelled, while getting the things ready. You came out and Billy was smiling. "Babe, are you hurt?" You crouched down and tried wiping some blood away, but he scooted back.
"Bill, why are you-" The first aid kit fell out your hand as Billy shot up and grabbed you, with his arm around your throat. You struggled and let out whimpers while squeezing his wrist to loosen his hold. "Shhh, Y/n." You kept trying to stop him, but he wouldn't let go. "B-bill." He loosened up a little so you could get some air. "Y'know Y/n, I'm not hurt."
'So who's blood is that?' You thought. "W-what?" You then felt something cold and sharp come on your sides. You looked down and saw a knife and closed your eyes tightly. "No, no, open your eyes." He brought the knife up to your face and traced your jaw line.
You opened your eyes and looked up at him. "I have two questions for you. Do you trust me?" You we're a little confused on why he was asking. His arm was hovering over your throat so you could answer. One wrong answer and he could choke you to death. "Yes?" You tone was confused and questioning. "Right answer." He hummed.
"Last one. What if I killed someone for you?" Your blood ran cold as you heard his question. Why would he kill someone for you? Does anyone else know? So many questions were going through your head. "Billy-What?" You lifted your head up and looked at him. "What if I killed someone for you?" He repeated.
"Billy are you joking?" You just couldn't think of someone like Billy to kill someone especially for you. Theres no one that you hate, in fact everyone loved you. "Look at me Y/n. Do you think I'm joking?" Your eyes trailed down to his neck and saw the blood, busies, and scratches on his wrist as if he fought someone.
"D-did you-" You stopped yourself from thinking of him like that. "Since you trust me, will you kill someone for me, like I did for you?" You loved Billy and would do anything for him, but he asking you to KILL someone. For no reason. "I-I" You loved Billy to the fullest, but he was sounding crazy. "Think about it baby, we could be the next Bonnie & Clyde."
That's the thing, you didn't want to think of yourself being some serial killer. "Billy I love you, but you sound crazy!" Billy let out a chuckled which left you confused. "Follow me." He grabbed your harshly and guided you to the living room.
As you walked in you saw your friend Randy tied to a dining room chair. "Randy?" You tried walking to him, but Billy's grip tightened. Muffled screams could be heard coming from the tape on Randy's mouth. "Billy, why is Randy here?" Your voice sounded scared because y'all were just talking about killing someone and he brings you to someone tied to a chair.
All you got was a laugh. "You know how I said if you would kill someone for me?" No way, you thought. There's no way he gonna make you do what you think he is. "Well, now is the time." He placed the knife in your hands. Your hands shook as you looked at Randy and back to Billy. "Billy please don't make me do this." You pleaded.
Randy was your bestfriend and you loved him like a brother. "But, I thought you love and trust me. Do you not wanna be with me?" His voice raised a little at the end. He was guilt tripping you and it was slowly working. "N-no! I do, but R-Randy." You looked back at him and saw how sad he looked. Billy walked over and ripped the tape off his mouth.
"PLEASE! Y/n don't do it!" He yelled a little bit his voice sounded like it was scratchy. You didn't know what to choose. You've been with Billy for years, but on the other hand you have your bestfriend. "Y/n, baby, remember the time Randy made you break up with your ex-boyfriend?"
You used to have a boyfriend before Billy and you loved him, but Randy convinced you to break up with him. It tore you to pieces especially when he wasn't there to comfort you. That's when Billy took in the place of your ex. "He ignored you and didn't help you, but who was there for you?" He was trying to make Randy look like the bad person now.
“Y-you." You squeezed the knife in your hands to stop yourself from feeling anger. "That's right, ME. And who beat up every guy in our last school because SOMEONE started rumors about you being a slut?" Randy was shaking because he knew Billy was talking about him. "You." Billy shook his head.
"N-no, Y/n, don't believe him, he's just doing this to guilt trip you! Don't listen to him, he just wants you to kill me!" Randy tried reasoning with you, but Billy already put him on the spot. "Y/n who tried to get you kicked out of your parents house? Who tried to sabotaging your request to get into that collage you wanted?" Billy was pointing out all the great details that lead to Randy.
"Y/n! That's the past! We can get over that!" You started shaking your head. "N-no! No!" Before you knew it, your feet took you over to Randy and raised your hand up. "Y/N! STOP! BILLY IS USING YOU! CAN’T YOU SEE IT? HE’S NOT GOOD FOR YOU!" Now he's talking bad about your boyfriend?
Although Randy had been with you through the good times, he's the one that caused the bad times and you were too blind to see it. "Don't you ever talk about my boyfriend!" Your hand quickly slashed down, straight through this chest. His mouth dropped open as blood came dripping out. You pulled back and quickly thrusted in his throat.
Billy was smiling as he watched you literally stab the life out of Randy. He didn't expect you to be so violent. You stab he repeatedly until you collapsed on his body crying. Billy slow clapped as he walked over to you. His hands made it’s way around your body and picked you up. "Don't cry baby, you did so good." He kissed your forehead as you cried your heart out.
A sudden burst inside of you made you pull back. "Why? Why did you make me do this!" You sobbed out while punching his chest. The knife was dropped out your hand. Blood was everywhere, on the carpet, your clothes, the chair, everywhere. "I didn't make you, I didn't have the knife in my hand." You cried as he pulled you back in his chest. "We can be Bonnie & Clyde 2.0, wouldn't you like that?"
You thought back to what he said earlier. 'Do you not wanna be with me?' 'Don't you trust me?' You love this man and you would do anything to be with him. Plus, you already killed someone's like he asked, there was going back. "Yes, Billy. Let's be Bonnie & Clyde 2.0" The smile that grew on Billy's face made one appear on yours. "My god I love you!" He picked you up and spun you around in circles.
The choked up gargling sounds could be heard from Randy in the background. Before Billy could do anything you took the knife out his pocket and threw it straight in Randy’s eye without looking back. "Fuck, that was so hot." Billy didn't expect you to do that, but good did that make him get a boner. "Imma gonna love you being my partner."
His hand cupped the back of your head as you two shared a fast sloppy kiss.
A game meeting another one I (Vincent Sinclair x GN!reader)
Hello everyone! You might have noticed I really like to write for dangerous!reader. And because I felt I wasn’t giving enough love to Vincent, it was all so natural I wrote this little two parts fic.
I really hope you will enjoy <3
Warnings: gender neutral reader is a serial killer, mention of death, violence, blood, stabbing, graphic description at the end, a few strong words, some sexual themes but nothing too NSFW.
It has been a few months you haven’t killed anyone, and you were craving for the adrenaline pumping into your veins, the feeling of the warm blood on your skin and someone begging you for their life. You were feeling like a divinity then.
However you were trying your best to be a smart serial killer and to not end up in jail: you always killed in different places and with at least three months between them. You also tried different ways to kill so no one could think the victims were from the same killer. You were good, efficient and doing clean killing. Most of the time.
It has been a little more than three months now, and you were going crazy. You needed to kill soon; it was like a drug, or you would be completely uncontrollable.
Thankfully you have started to date a boy a few times ago and you really had no love for him. He wasn’t even nice in bed, and he was a total asshole. Which was making it even better since he was going to be your next victim. You were playing with fire because he had a lot of friends and he was close to his family, especially his father. So everyone would notice once he would disappear. That was why you decided to find an empty place where you could painfully murder him and hide his body. You would disappear as well; you had a lot of fake identities over the years, to the point you were starting to forget about your real name.
You had convinced the man to go on a road trip with you, in the south of the country. You had spotted a few very small towns, and you thought you would choose the right one once you would be there. Your instinct was always telling you where the best place to kill was.
You were so excited that you had thought the day of your travelling would never come. You spent your whole morning arguing with your boyfriend though, but once he started to drive he calmed down a little and it gave you more time to think about how to murder him.
After a few days of road trip, you clearly felt like you were ready to put the man out of his (your) misery. You had reached somewhere where the connection was really bad, and you thought it was perfect. Especially now he has tried to call his dad, and it failed so his parents understood you weren’t going to be reachable for a few days, until you both would get back to a more “civilised” part of the country. It was giving you some time to put your plan to execution.
When you saw the board for Ambrose, and how sad it looked, you believed it would be the right place to play. You hadn’t even seen this town on your maps, so you knew it was going to be completely empty and you would be able to have some fun in peace. It was your turn to drive as your boyfriend was quite tired. He was dozing off so he didn’t ask questions when you followed the directions toward Ambrose.
When you arrived, you were satisfied to see how isolated everything was. It was so deadly silent and you loved it. You woke up your boyfriend and told him that you saw a museum there and that you really really wanted to go see it. He wasn’t very impressed. But you were so excited and cute that he didn’t find it in him to say no. You even grabbed his hand as you guided him toward the House of Wax. You were so certain that the town was empty, and so eager to finally taste blood, that you didn’t notice how clean the mechanic shop was as you passed by. It was almost night too, so it didn’t help you realise what was going on. As you chatted with your boyfriend, you didn’t hear the weak cries echoing in the distance either.
Bo was finishing some victims off at the end of the town; he didn’t notice you had arrived. But his twin certainly did.
Vincent saw the two of you coming. He hid inside one of the houses when he heard a car, and he was a little bit surprised to see a couple entering Ambrose without looking for any kind of help. People didn’t usually go there unless they needed a mechanic to help them with a car or something like that. He hadn’t received a message from Lester letting him know there were more tourists coming by either, so it was definitely strange. He felt a little bit proud that you seemed so curious about the House of Wax though, so he decided to follow you there, and to see if you were going to enjoy the museum or not.
Of course it wasn’t going to change your fate at all: he was going to kill you no matter what, but his brothers were biassed when it was about his work, so he sometimes enjoyed hearing comments from strangers. Obviously the rude ones had the most awful of death, when the kind ones were getting a quick one.
As he watched you walking with your boyfriend, he could tell that your relationship was off. Not that he cared, because he was going to put an end to it. His artistic eye watched your body with interest. He liked how you moved and he thought of all the great things he would be able to do with you once you would be covered in hot wax. You really had the potential to be a masterpiece; not like your boyfriend. But it was alright, a town also needed basic and boring people.
He decided to send a little message to his twin, just in case, to let him know that there were two new people in town, but that he was going to deal with it. He didn’t want anything to happen to Bo. The day had been hard enough on the two of them, so no need for his twin to get hurt now.
You entered the House of Wax and your boyfriend started to make rude comments about the statues, but you actually found them pretty well done.
“You’re mean love, they look like they are made from real people!” you exclaimed as you enjoyed pretending you weren’t going to kill him.
You always loved this moment, just before you would jump on your victim. You loved how clueless they were and how always so shocked and confused they would be after you stabbed them or shot them for the first time.
A little voice inside your head told you you weren’t alone in the House of Wax, but you didn’t listen to it, because you were busy. As your boyfriend walked in front of you to inspect a very pretty girl, you grabbed a knife you had hidden in your boot.
Vincent was hiding in the darkness, just behind a sculpture, quite close to you. He had himself taken his knives out, ready to strike but your similar gesture made him pause. He didn't understand what you were doing. You walked to your boyfriend and pressed your chest against his back. You whispered something into his ear, something Vincent couldn’t hear or read on your lips and before he could get what was happening, your boyfriend let out a terrible scream of pain. You had hit his spine so he instantly collapsed on the ground, as his legs stopped working. He couldn’t escape you that way and even if he looked a lot stronger than you, you now had the advantage.
And you started to laugh and to taunt him, telling him how pathetic he was, how stupid and boring it had been to be with him. And after each word, you stabbed him. After a little while, you sat on him, as he tried to protect himself and you laughed even louder. You continued to stab and hurt him. He had been a very easy prey but you enjoyed it.
You stabbed him so much that his head was almost detaching itself from his body. You finally stopped moving after a little while; you closed your eyes and let your head go backward, taking in the pleasure washing over you. It was even better than an orgasm.
Vincent had seen the whole scene and he was positive he had never seen someone as attractive as you. He had never thought that love at first sight existed, but he was certain he was wrong. You were an artist… And as dangerous as him. He thought that you would be a great match to him. He had never thought he would desire to be in a relationship with anyone - not like his way of life really allowed him that kind of dream - but now he was certain he wanted you. Gosh, you were so hot, so powerful, so perfect. He wished you would have stayed in your position long enough for him to grab something to draw you. He also felt how aroused he was getting, becoming uncomfortable in his pants. A few instants later, his phone vibrating brought him back to reality.
All dead? Bo asked him and Vincent’s eye went back on you. You were slowly standing up now.
Just one of them. Gonna bring the other one home. Want them. Vincent quickly replied, knowing his twin was going to be utterly confused by such an answer. But even if the twins were arguing often, they trusted each other with their life.
You stretched like a happy cat before noticing a shadow in the corner of your eyes. Now you were done with your murder, you could hear the little voice inside your head letting you know you weren’t alone in the room.
“Is someone there?” you asked, you held your knife a little more carefully
After a few seconds of hesitation, Vincent appeared from behind the statue. You were shocked by this tall man with long dark hair and a masked face. You frowned and were ready to fight for your life. You knew that this weirdo had seen you killing your boyfriend, and because of the abandoned state of the town, you could only imagine he wasn’t the best kind of man on the planet either. He was really big compared to you so you weren’t certain you would be able to win, but at least you could take his valid eye from him, and maybe a hand too.
Vincent was so impressed by the wild rage swirling in your eyes. You were so beautifully insane and violent.
To show you he didn’t mean any harm, he put his knives on the ground. He wasn’t certain you were able to understand sign language, so he decided to use common non verbal communication. He first pointed at the dead man on the ground. You didn’t even follow the direction he was pointing at, knowing where it was leading and wanting to keep your eyes on him. But to your great surprise, he then made a heart with his two hands. After a few instants, you let your arms go down.
“What?” you asked, your voice a little hoarse and Vincent redid the exact two same gestures. You fully let go of your stance; even if you didn’t put your knife away, you weren’t ready to strike anymore. “You enjoyed the show?” you finally asked and Vincent quickly nodded.
Alright this was the weirdest thing that ever happened to you. You weren’t used to having fans. Actually, whoever you were, whatever identities you took, you never found anyone who would enjoy you. You got used to being no one's favourite by killing someone’s favourite.
“You got big knives… You kill people too?” you asked. You never thought you would say something like that to anyone, but it was quite fun in a way. He had a little instant of hesitation again before nodding one more time. You remembered that some of the little figurines at the entrance of the House of Wax were signed Vincent so you wondered. “You’re the artist? You’re Vincent?” you asked again. You could see the man was surprised by how quick you understood that and he nodded again. He had little butterflies flying inside his stomach. He didn’t dare come closer to you though, as he felt you were still very tense. “Look, I came here because I thought it was a ghost town. I’m kinda sorry for the mess I made in your museum.” you said and Vincent shook his head and put his hands in front of him, to let you know that it was alright. It wasn’t the first time blood was spilled inside the House of Wax and it wasn’t going to be the last time either. He wanted to tell you how attractive you were to him, but he had no idea how to convey this idea with simple gestures. “Maybe you could just let me go, without any of us hurting each other?” you offered. You were ready to fight, but if you could run away without being harmed, you would much prefer it. Vincent gestured at your bloody figure and clothes. “Well yeah, but it’s not like I could take a shower…” you hummed. Your plan was to kill your boyfriend and to change your clothes in your car before finding a bad enough motel for them to not ask questions. Vincent quickly nodded and made a little step closer to you. “Are you inviting me to your place?” you asked and Vincent nodded again, clearly getting excited. You weren’t too sure it was a good idea.
You jumped when you heard a male voice calling for Vincent. Bo was too worried for his twin to not look for him when he didn’t find him in the basement. Vincent sent you a reassuring look and simply used his knife to hit the ground. The loud noise echoed in the museum and soon enough you saw a man wearing a mechanic suit appearing. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw you before glancing at his brother. You noticed that the man was also covered in blood.
“You’re killing people too?” you asked and Bo’s attention went back on you; his eyes fell from the blood stains on your body to the dead man at your feet. He sent a quizzical glance at his sibling before looking back at you again.
“Ya killed that man?” he asked you as he nodded at the dead body. You simply shrugged
“Well yeah.” you said
“Well yeah?” Bo repeated, completely taken aback
“Vincent offered me to have a shower at his place” you said, you weren’t too sure if the men were friends or something like that.
Bo sent another look at his brother who shyly looked away. Bo instantly got it. Vincent had fallen in love. Great, just what he needed.
“’Course he did” he almost rolled his eyes. You weren’t too sure what to do. They were both very big men compared to you; it would be better to befriend them and to run away in the middle of the night than making them distrust you. At the same time, you weren’t too sure what they wanted from you. Bo saw your hesitations and the twins exchanged a look.
“I’m Bo. He’s my twin” Bo explained as he nodded at Vincent.
“Oh well, nice to meet you I guess. I’m… I’m Y/N” you said your actual name.
“Why did ya kill that guy?” Bo asked, out of curiosity
“I like to kill,” you admitted. “And you?” you asked back
“We have a business. Ya see the wax statues? Our mother started them and she had a big vision for this House but she died before finishin’ it so we keep goin’.” Bo explained and Vincent never hated so much not being able to talk.
“What’s the link with the murders?” you arched an eyebrow, curious now
“Well we rob their dead bodies and… Vinny turns them into statues” Bo smirked, thinking he was going to elicit fear or disgust from you.
“What?” you murmured. You instantly came closer to the first statue you could find and you inspected it with even more curiosity. “This is so great!” you exclaimed, taking aback both of the twins once again; you never stopped surprising them tonight. “You never have to worry about hiding the bodies because you keep them in plain sight! And with the ghost town, the cops can’t find you!” you continued. Damn, this place was paradise. “Do you need help? With the killing I mean? Because I’d be more than happy to give you my résumé” you smiled.
Vincent was so happy and Bo so confused, but the man couldn’t deny they did need some help. He also guessed he could now tease his twin about his crush, and it was worth it.
“Sure thin’, sugar. Let’s find ya a shower first, hmm?”
Hi! Can you write something about Nubbins x female reader period sex? Maybe he doesn't understand periods too well because of isolation, and grandma probably stopped having them before he was old enough to understand?
NUBBINSX Reader!AFAB
SMUT, blood
SORRY THIS TOOK ME SO LONG
Nubbins didn't really know WHY you were so annoyed lately. he assumed it had something to do with his family bothering you. But he assumed that when you both went off to bed you'd be back to normal but you continued to just be off...
you mentioned to him that you were on your period to which he replied that if you were unhappy you should get off your period. honestly he had no idea what you were talking about, maybe some strange name for the chair you were sitting on. if you were on something and uncomfortable... get off of it. why was he the only one with any brains in this family...
you chuckled, and tried to explain but the finer details got a little confusing for him to understand. he had women in his family... mainly grandma and she had never brought up anything like what you were describing... and besides you were only acting up this week, grandma had been a bitch everyday.
but then you explained the blood, and that he HAD to see. when he asked without so much as missing a beat you weren't exactly shocked. but a little suprised still. it wasn't something you considered exactly attractive about yourself. you implied that it was "a murder scene down there " which only egged him on more, he was practically drooling at this point. he needed to see, this insane trick his lover could do, they could bleed? for a week? and not die?
it took time but eventually he wore you down. the second your blood stained panties peeled away from your body he was locked on. he insisted on undressing you and exploring himself, reducing you to little more than a play thing to capture his interest. he wanted to use his camera but you talked him out of it. he would just have to commit it to memory.
he touched you with his fingers first, sliding through surprisingly wet folds, but instead of the creamy slick he was used to, his fingers were stained red, bright red. the smell was intoxicating, sweet and delicious and iron-y. he licked his fingers, and electricity jolted through his body, his cock pulsing in his soon to be removed pants. but he was to transfixed for the moment, he couldn't think of anything else. his fingers reached in again, sliding around your clit and hole collecting as much blood as possible for another taste.
then the tips of his fingers slid into you, easily gliding. and you noticed a the sudden lack of discomfort you hadn't even noticed was there. maybe you were a bit crampy and hadn't noticed? but the second his dexterous fingers curled and pumped into
you nearly died when he pulled back a blood clot... and it wasn't small. thick dark membrane and congealed blood clung to the tip of his finger like a parasite, his eyes locked on it as he played with it between his first finger and thumb. His gaze drifted to you slowly, licking his lips, his bloody hands pushing down his pants to his knees, his bloody hand gripping his cock, his other slipping back into your bloody hole. he fucked his own hand for a while, fingering you and using the blood from you sopping puss as lube, his eyes dull and dilated, he was focused on the center of your spread legs. The very image of your bloody cunt enough to turn his brain into nothing more than animalistic instinct.
the iron smell of you mixxed with your natural sweetness, grew too much, and he collapsed down onto the bed, laying on his stomach, still humping into his hand and rubbing his cock into the sheets below you his free hand spread your folds wide, pressing our your aching clit. Nubbins sucked it into his mouth, cleaning it of blood. You'd never heard a groan like that come out of him before, you covered your eyes with your arm as you panted desperately, having been played with for too long it was starting to become to much without him inside you... the ache in your lower stomach to painful, to tight.
you begged and begged but were all ignored. Nubbins refused to leave his meal. He sucked directly from your hole, tounging you as deeply as he could, his poor nose crushed up against your pelvic bone he snorted and gasped for breath in his desperate attempt to not miss a piece of you.
you begged again, screaming at him for more than his mouth could offer. and this time his eyes looked at you, and they reminded you of the eyes of a shark, black and empty and animal, a predator, sent into a frenzy at the taste of blood. be pushed himself up off the bed in a fluid motion, you held your legs open for him, cupping the backs of your knees to accommodate his hips as he nestled between them, his hand gripping his cock, using his thumb to press the head into your hole, and instantly he was completely filling you.
he slowly pulled back, he was looking down with a sick grin on his face. usually he humped like an animal. wild and without rhythm, desperate for his release, you'd never experienced him moving slow and calculatory in your life. He watched as his cock slid out of you, stained red, dragging your blood and honey with it in long sticky streaks. He pushed back in only to do the same. watching the easy glide, the pull at your insides due to the snug fit of his cock, the way it dragged the blood from you... the metallic scent mixxed with sex...
he couldn't keep his slow observatory pace up for long, his dilated eyes showing how far gone he was. He leaned down over you, his blood covered hands gripping your breasts and squeezing, spreading more blood over you. his hips started snapping hard, chasing his own pleasure. one of his hands reached down between you both, sometimes he would play with you clit for you, so it didn't seem strange, but instead he brought his blood and precum coveted hand up, thick ropes of slick hanging between his fingers, and brought a finger to his mouth, sucking it clean.
what possessed you, you'll not know, but you opened your mouth to moan, and he took it as an invitation. his filthy hand covered your mouth, running blood over your lips and tongue and you accepted it. his eyes locked on your now blood covered face, and brought his lips down onto yours. it tasted like you... as you opened your mouth to encourage his tongue, Nubbins groaned, stuttered, and stilled with his cock buried deep, pulsing against your cervix. he wrapped his arms around your head, holding you close, you could FEEL his heart beat against your chest. you waited until he could catch his breath, then tried to wiggle free, you felt disgusting.
"we can bathe together... lake gonna be warm if ya' want." he sighed, "you' jus' perfect you know ..."