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phefics · 6 months

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An idea: poly!ghostface- the boys are out about to go after a victim when they find they’re missing something/something broken (the phone isn’t working or their voice changer doesn’t have batteries whatever you want is totally cool!)

They realize- afab!reader the needy little whore did it on purpose so they’d have to come home to her and give her attention like they don’t give her attention 99% of the time.

Which of course they do and they are very very grumpy angy bois. All like “oh you missed us you wanted our attention you know you’d get it when we came home but you had to ruin our game and now we gotta take our energy and anger out somehow”

Followed by some smutty degradation, spanking/punishment, good ole fashion filth lol

Side note i think you have one of the easiest to understand request rules idk some people just make them complicated but yours is great!

needy little whore

ship: billy loomis x fem!reader x stu macher summary: exactly what the ask above says!! :) warnings: degradtion, spanking, a bit of knifeplay, rough/unprotected sex, face-fucking word count: 1.3k

You knew that you were asking for trouble, but desperate times called for desperate measures.

It wasn’t that Billy and Stu weren’t giving you enough attention. In fact, to the average person, they would be considered abnormally clingy. It didn’t bother you, though, because you were the same way.

You would have survived one night without them, but you were feeling mischievous that night. You wanted to piss them off so that they’d take it out on you, because angry sex with Billy and Stu was a whole new level of adrenaline.

So, you stole the batteries out of their voice changer, and then hid all the other batteries in the house. You weren’t stupid: You knew the reason they wouldn’t be hanging at Stu’s tonight, and you didn’t mind that as much as you minded their attention being elsewhere.

Since Stu’s family was rarely home, you would often hang out there even when Stu wasn’t around. He didn’t care, and had even given you a spare key.

You watched the two boys head out the door, black backpacks surely stuffed with everything they’d need to carry out a brutal crime.

You popped in a VHS of Nightmare on Elm Street, then made yourself comfortable on the couch, wearing the most revealing pajamas you had. You had seen the way the boys looked at you before they left, and smirked to yourself.

You only made it about twenty minutes into the movie before you heard a car pull into the driveway outside. Anticipation built inside you, but you stayed put, looking innocent as ever as Billy and Stu burst through the front door, both looking absolutely pissed.

“What did you do?” Billy demanded.

You looked up at him with your sweetest expression. “What do you mean?”

“Don’t play stupid, Y/N,” Stu said. “You’re fuckin’ lucky we tested the thing first.”

“You trying to get us caught?” Billy asked, grabbing your wrist and pulling you up from the couch. “You know we can’t fuck you if we’re in jail, right? Is that what you want?”

You shook your head. “No, of course not—”

“Ruining our game just cause you wanna get fucked, huh?” Stu said, closing in behind you. You were trapped between them now, Billy still holding your wrist as Stu pressed himself against your ass; he was already hard, and you bit back a moan at the realization.

“I just—”

“Couldn’t wait til we got home?” Billy smirked, his voice dripping with mock sympathy. “You would have gotten what you wanted later, but the needy whole just couldn’t wait.”

Stu gripped your hips from behind, breathing against your ear. “Well, we gotta get our energy out somehow. But now it’s all gonna be focused on you, baby. We’re gonna fuckin’ destroy you.”

You whimpered as they manhandled you back onto the couch, the film still playing in the background.

“Look at these slutty clothes,” Billy practically purred. “Barely covering anything…”

Stu pulled a knife from the bag he’d been carrying, the blade glinting in the light. “Bet you won’t mind if we take ‘em off,” he said, using the sharp blade to cut the strap of your top, then doing the same to the other side.

You opened your mouth to protest, but Billy stroked your hair and whispered, “We’ll buy you somethin’ even prettier, m’kay?”

Before you could offer a response, he shoved his fingers into your mouth, and you sucked on them reflexively, making him chuckle.

“Such a fucking slut,” he said.

Stu pulled the remnants of your tattered clothes off, leaving you naked as Billy pulled his hand back, admiring the strings of spit on his fingers before licking it off. He and Stu were completely fucking depraved, and it turned you on more than you could handle.

You were quickly pushed onto all fours on the couch, and you could barely contain your excitement at the idea of them fucking you. But that was wishful thinking. Instead, a hand came down on your ass with a hard slap! making you yelp.

You turned your head to see that it was Stu who had hit you, and you pouted at him.

“Oh, don’t give me that pathetic face,” he said. “You thought we were just gonna give you what you wanted after that? Not a chance, baby. We gotta punish you first.”

He laughed as you whined in response, clearly enjoying your frustration.

They took turns spanking you, slapping your ass without mercy.

“Count them,” Billy had ordered.

Each number left your mouth between pained groans and squeaks, stuttering over nine and eleven and thirteen, but when they hit twenty, they stopped, apparently satisfied with your teary face and marked-up ass.

“Think we should give the whore what she wants?” Stu asked.

Billy hummed, considering it. “I doubt she learned her lesson, but I wanna fuck her too bad to care right now.”

“Agreed,” Stu said, and you stayed on your knees as the two of them stripped out of their clothes hurriedly, bickering about who was going to take what place.

“You always get to fuck her, let me—”

“Her mouth is just as good—”

“Do I get a say in this?” you asked.

“No,” the boys replied, grinning at their synchronized speech.

You couldn’t help but giggle as you watched them play a rigorous game of rock-paper-scissors for who got to fuck you, and your laugh only grew when Stu won, and Billy flipped him off.

Some nights they would take turns, but after the spanking that they’d given you, they were gracious enough to not push your limits too far.

You were already wet, but Stu took some time playing with your pussy, fingers fumbling through your folds to rub at your clit, and you bucked your hips uselessly, moaning at his touch.

Billy walked to the other end of the couch, grabbing you by your hair and smirking down at you. “You gonna let me fuck your throat, slut?” he asked.

You nodded, opening your mouth for him without needing to be asked. He chuckled at your obedience, and wasted no time in pushing his cock between your lips.

As he did so, Stu was lining himself up with your entrance, his grip impossibly tight on your hips and he entered you, slow at first, before immediately picking up the pace, snapping his hips rhythmically. Every time he thrust forward, it made Billy’s dick go further into your mouth, and the sounds of their moaning filled your ears as they used you like the needy whore you were.

Your eyes teared as you focused on breathing through your nose amidst the pleasure of Stu’s cock inside you. Before you met them, you could never cum from penetration, but both Billy and Stu had a way of fucking you so good, rough just like you wanted, that it had become more common for you to orgasm from it.

“So fuckin’ hot,” Billy murmured, almost to himself. “Perfect fuckin’ mouth.”

“Such a slut,” Stu added. “Taking us both at once. Gettin’ off on it, too.”

You whined at their words, floating from the mixture of praise and degradation.

Stu came first, and Billy followed shortly after, and the three of you collapsed onto the couch together, sweaty and tired.

Stu leaned over to you and kissed you, his tongue slipping into your mouth. You had a suspicion it was partly so that he could taste Billy’s cum, but you kissed him back anyway.

“Get a room,” Billy joked, making Stu giggle.

Nightmare on Elm Street was almost over, and you were sticky and exhausted.

“You wanna get cleaned up, baby?” Stu asked.

You nodded, and before you could say anything, he was carefully leading you to the bathroom, his arms supporting the majority of your weight.

Billy went upstairs to grab you some clothes to borrow—a pair of his pajama pants, and one of Stu’s t-shirts. It was all too big on you, but it was comfortable and smelt like them.

You fell asleep to the sound of Billy and Stu planning another night to carry out the plan that you’d ruined. Maybe next time you’d take the burner phones off their chargers.

#poly!ghostface #billy x reader x stu #stuilly #billy loomis x reader #stu macher x reader #ghostface x reader #billy x stu x reader #poly!ghostface x reader #slasher smut #slasher fic #ophelia's fics

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exhaslo · 6 months

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Ghostface!Miguel x Reader PT.1

A little drabble until the poll is done~

Warning: Minors DNI, murder, drugs

It had been a long day and you were ready for some R & R. At least, you wanted to. It was Halloween and you would have loved nothing more than to go home, shower, and watch Halloween specials while munching on some candy and popcorn. That would have been your dream night after a long day of work, but those plans had derailed. One of your dear friends had invited you to a Halloween party. And what's better?

Apparently, your long time crush, Miguel O'Hara, was going to be there.

Now, Miguel was your friend. Had been for years since college. He was as fine as fine could be. You went from good friends to touching yourself to wet dreams of him every night. You had wanted to confess to the man, but he had girls all around him. Miguel was smart and stern. It was like he never took a day off to relax. You wanted to be his stress reliever.

"I can't imagine him at a party. Let alone a Halloween one," You mutter under your breathe as you put your costume on, "I hope this isn't too slutty."

You arrived at the location of the party, growing more worried by the second. This place seemed like those frat parties back in college. Miguel avoided those like the plague. You hesitantly grabbed your phone and noticed an unknown number calling you,

"Um, hello?"

"Hello, (Y/N)" The voice on the other line whispers. You tense slightly,

"Sorry, do I know you?"

"You tell me."

"Look, it's really loud and I'm super nervous right now. I can't even remember if I locked my own door, so I can't say who this is." You admitted, still hesitating on entering the party.

"Why are you so nervous?"

You gulped, "I was told the guy I like would be at a party and, well, it isn't somewhere he would be at...normally. That, and I feel so self cautious with my costume," You admitted.

What harm was there to let your heart out? It did make you feel better.

"Then call him and find out." The voice said in a demanding tone. You sighed softly,

"I was going too, but then you called. Anyway, you are you?"

"Someone willing to spare you."

The call dropped. You stared at the number in confusion, trying to think of who would call you like that. As you finally entered the building, you suddenly recalled the recent murders on the news. The only connection that was made was a random phone call from an unknown number. You heart rate spiked as you immediately called Miguel.

"(Y/N)?" Miguel answered. You bit down on your nail,

"H-Heeeey, so, super random. I was told that you were coming to this party uptown and well....I'm like freaking out because I got this strange call and you know how my brain leads from one thing to another and-"

"(Y/N), I need you to breathe. I'll be there soon."

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You felt relieved when Miguel told you that he was coming. That was about twenty minutes ago. Time was going by slowly and your anxiety was rising. You were on your phone, googling everything about the Ghostface murders. He wouldn't attack you in a public place like this. Right? You were so focused on the news articles that you failed to notice some guys spike your drink.

You tried to calm down by drinking the thoughts away. You had a few shots, plus your tainted drink. Another ten minutes had passed and you were starting to feel woozy. You couldn't focus and decided to head to the bathroom in case you needed to throw up. As you stumbled, your phone rang again with the unknown number.

"Miguel?" You slurred, leaning against the wall.

"..." The voice was quiet at first, "You sound different from earlier."

"I don't feel too good. Migueeeeel," You groaned lowly. The voice grunted on their end,

"Don't hang up on me."

"Hey there, miss. Why don't we take you home?"

Your vision was blurred, but you could see two figures hovering over you. You tried to push them away, gripping onto your phone for dear life. The two men took it upon themselves to take you outside through the back alley door. The phone was taken out of your hands and tossed towards the concrete ground. You tried to complain, but they had covered your mouth.

"Don't think we can wait for the car-"

Before they could even finish their sentence, Ghostface appeared and started to stab them repeatedly. You slumped to the floor, unable to register what was happening. All you saw was red. You tried to come to your senses, barely registering that Ghostface was killing the two men before you. He didn't match the reports. Ghostface was supposed to be a calm and silent killer, not a stabbing maniac.

"(Y/N)! Are you alright?"

All you could do was whimper as you faded to black.

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PT.2 Will be in a bit!

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara smut #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel spiderverse #spiderman 2099 #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel spiderman #atsv miguel

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egs-n-bacon · 11 months

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Heyyy, I'm here to ask for part 2 of your latest Billy Loomis x Reader where he's dating Reader behind Sidney's back and then they break up. Could we get some fluff this time? I want him back.

AAHHHHHHHH YES, I HAVE BEEN WAITING

Billy sat on a chair in his room, he was looking out his window. in the distance he could see your house, sitting on a hill. he felt a twinge in his heart, he missed you. no one made him feel the way you did, not Sidney, not anyone. He stared getting ready for the party, packing his Ghostface costume and hunting knife.

in the house on the hill, you sat in your bedroom. you were putting on a slightly slutty costume, no one had seen you like this because Billy got easily jealous, but tonight was different. your makeup was sprawled across your vanity, and you could hear a faint song playing in the background.

when you finished putting on your lipstick, you left the house, starting your walk to Stu's house. Your heals clicked against the sidewalk. you were just going to appear, make Billy jealous then leave. you neared the house now walking up the long driveway.

as you made it inside you got multiple looks from guys checking you out. you walked into the living room where they were watching classic horror movies. you were only there for two minutes before you felt a palm on your waist, turning to see a guy from your school. you were about to push him back, but you saw Billy from across the room, you locked eyes.

you stared to dance with the random guy just for fun, or maybe you were doing it to make Billy jealous, but you wouldn't admit it. you got lost in the music and in the man's arms. it felt like you were dancing with him for ages when you felt another hand garb yours and pull you away. when you opened your eyes, you saw a pair of brown eyes staring back at you.

"Oh god, what do you want?" you asked him you weren't expecting a real answer, but he gave one.

" Look, I'm sorry okay I didn't mean to hurt you, this is important to me, and I know that what I did was wrong, and I won't ever do anything to hurt you again."

you went to speak but he continued before you could.

"I will do anything for you to take me back, pleas-" before he could finish you cut him off with a kiss, joining your lips and showing him, you accepted his apology. he put his hand on your neck and pulled you closer. the kiss lasted for a few more seconds before you pulled away.

"Will you take me back?" Billy asked as your foreheads were touching, looking into your eyes. "We'll talk about it, I'm going to go, let you do whatever you have to do here, and you can meet me at my house."

"Sounds good to me." Billy said with a smile.

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sorry about it being kinda short :/ hope you enjoyed!!!

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house-of-slayterr · 1 year

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We've discussed Halloween with Hannibal (and what a joyous time it would be), but how about with the Fireflies? We see it quite well in the movie, but there's still plenty of stuff that we don't see - not to mention Blinky and Doe Eyes' involvement <3

Omg they totally go all out, are you kidding me! Their house looks spooky and disheveled all year round. Mama would just let the natural cobwebs build up. And I’d get a bunch of candles to set the atmosphere.

Spaulding would set up a haunted house in an old abandon barn. But it’s totally filled with real booby traps for the tourist. He’d go for more of demon clown look this time, spicing things up a little. And he’d totally make spiked cider and hand out mugs to everyone in the family as we watch the chaos of “haunted house”.

You’d have to beg Otis to dress up. The two of you would have a matching costume. You guys would go as Beetleguese and Lydia. Like I said though, it would take A LOT of convincing on your part. You’d have to have something that Otis wants. And he’d probably fight you on taking pictures, but I’d sneak some without him knowing for you.

Mama wouldn’t fit the spooky vibes. Like she loves the holiday, don’t get me wrong. But she takes the mean girls approach, and dresses extra slutty. I feel like she’d go as Tess from Burlesque. Hella glam with it.

How ever, Baby does a healthy mix of spooky and sexy. She’d go as Carrie, 100%. I’d make her a matching dress from the movie, and it would be no problem splashing her with blood. It’s not like she’s squeamish by any means. I’d curl her hair nice and pretty and do her makeup, and give her a nice crown. I’d also make her matching gloves with the dress.

Now as for Blinky, oh dear god… I don’t think anyone is ready. They go hard as duck on this holiday and take it way too seriously. Half the persuasion to get Otis to match with you was Blinky threatening to cut his dick off if he didn’t. And he didn’t want to test it to see if they were serious or not. He’s seen them do worse.

They decorate the whole fucking house, skeletons all over the house. Except the family is broke as fuck so they wondered where Blinky even got all this stuff.

“Hey Blink, where’d you get this many skeletons anyways?” Doe asks.

“Don’t worry, they’re ethically sourced. I’m recycling.”

Otis would just stare at them bewildered.

“Have you been saving up bodies this entire year? Where the hell were you keeping them?”

“Attic-“

He’d just face palm and walk away.

They’d also insist on sparing any kiddos that came to town so they could pass out Candy. It’s not Halloween without trick or treaters.

“What’s the point of sparing the kids if their parents are dead?” Spaulding asks.

“Hey, I was an orphan, I turned out fine.” They’d shrug.

As for costume, they’re a clown almost everyday. So they’d want to spice it up a little on the special day. Go all out. They’d hand make their Ghostface costume with the same pink fabric they used for Baby’s dress. (I want to make this costume irl) they’d be so excited, making everyone wait in the living room, covering their eyes so they could reveal their costume.

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plush-rabbit · 2 years

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Chop Chop

Picture Perfect Series

TW: noncon, murder

Word Count: 4.1K

A/N: Ive had this chapter in my head for a while

Daniel sits at his desk, typing an article about a highschool fire that had happened last night. He scoffs at the immaturity of it all. Don’t they know that the school had cameras and that they’ll be caught? He isn’t sure what it is with today’s youth that has them thinking they’re untouchable but then again, that is how all kids act- thinking they are higher than life, that somehow they will prevail above all else without a scratch. It’s cute in a way that a child will show what they believe is a work of art but is only just scribbles and crayon too dark and unshapely. They’re wrong, but it’s cute. He brushes his nose with a thumb and rolls his tongue in his mouth, feeling the grooves of his molars as a phone on the other side of the office rings. He’s at the last sentence, typing how the school will be taking action once the suspects are apprehended.

There’s a part of him that wonders how his child will turn out. You must have already aborted or miscarried the first, and he’s sure that you're already on the pill, but maybe he could swap them for placebos? He isn’t sure. You’ve been getting a bit too smart for his liking. However, he doesn’t want to dwell on that thought for too long.

There’s a knock on his desk and he turns with a bored expression to face a co-worker. Randall. He quickly flashes a tired smile and rolls a bit away from his desk to face him. “Randy, what can I help you with?” He isn’t the most charming, but he’s friendly enough for people to approach him.

“Dan, hey-” Daniel bites his tongue at the nickname- “you got any news yet on our residential killer?” There’s some sick, twisted thing about Randall. Morbid curiosity, perhaps. Some weird desire to know all the gore-y details, teetering on the edge of jokes about what it is that Ghostface does to his victims- even playing around with assault, curiosity so forefront that it’s clear he’s got some sick fantasies. “It’s just that it seems like it's been a while. You think he finally moved on?”

“You know, I'm not entirely sure. I haven’t gotten anything yet and you know me-” he flashes another smile and immediately drops it when he turns towards his desk- “always on the fast track to news stories.”

Randall leans over, skimming over the text and letting out a sympathetic hiss of pain. “Fucking kids, man. Always up to some shit.” Daniel responds with a simple agreement. “You know, I’ve been meaning to ask-” there’s a certain edge to his voice that has Daniel turning his head- “you still with that partner of yours?” His eyes flitter over to meet Daniel’s but he’s unable to hold eye contact.

There’s something that ignites inside of Daniel that makes him square his shoulders and think about giving Randall a personal meeting with Ghostface, but he only smiles tightly and twitches his jaw. “Tell me how kids and Ghostface lead up to a conversation about my partner?”

Awkward laughter fills the empty space but quickly dies down and many, stuttered apologies that leave the other man’s lips. “I just- you mentioned the other day how y’all were trying and I- you know, I was curious?” He says in a breathless tone of voice, clear discomfort written over his face.

“What you want to know how I’ve been fucking my partner?” There’s a certain edge to his voice that makes the other man squirm. Even if his obsession with you leads more into domination rather than a caring partner, you’re still his and he doesn’t want people to know the intricacies and inner parts of the relationship. There’s a pause as the other man tries to find his words and it makes him upset. He’s backed into a corner and suddenly he acts so scared like if he weren’t a sick fuck. “Well?”

A hand runs through the man’s short blonde hair. “Come on, Danny. I didn’t mean it like that,” he says now fidgeting in his stance.

Hearing Randall call him Danny, makes him want to take a pen into the man’s eye. “What if we weren’t together, huh? What? You’d go sniffing after my seconds? Is that it?”

He can feel the stares that the other coworkers are giving him and he allows it for now. “Danny, I didn’t-”

Suddenly, another co-worker pops up, standing in front of the desk and placing their hands behind the monitor. “Hey, hey. Why don’t we calm down.” Tatum turns to Daniel and it’s enough to make the man calm down. “Come on, Danny-” it leaves a different taste in his mouth compared to the other- “we both know Randy here-” they jerk their head towards the reporter clearly too red to breathe properly- “is just itching for all those juicy details. But I do have to admit, I am curious. Before you couldn’t shut up about them. And now? Well dang, makes me think that they left your sorry ass.” Their smile is gleaming, sharp and fun, and it’s everything that Daniel wants.

It’s everything that you were before him.

There’s hesitation on his end. Even before you both started dating and when you only knew of his alter’s infamousy, he still referred to you as his. Now, however, it’s as if the spark is gone. “I ain’t gon’ spill shit.” There's a smile attached to his words to make sure the cruelty of it isn’t too off-putting.

“Come on, at least give us a hint as to how they’re doing. They still cute? Still sweet as- how did you put it- ah! Right, still sweet as honey?” Tatum holds a teasing grin, leaning over the desk, Daniel can’t help but dart his eyes to the few buttons that baits him into looking at their cleavage.

“I thought the phrase was “sweet as sugar?”” Randy interjects, earning a smile from Tatum and a roll of the eyes from Daniel.

“They’re fine,” Daniel is quick to put the attention back on him. “We’ve uh- been going through it. Moving in is tough on the both of us.” It’s quiet for a moment and he isn’t sure whether it’s been emotions that’s been piling up from the time together or having a lack of outlet that isn’t you or murder, but the silence is enough for him to continue without further pressing. “They’ve been jumpy lately and it’s made it difficult for any type of- you know, intimacy.” He scoffs and his smile takes on something more grotesque. “They’ve been a real bummer. Fucking crying and shit, and I don’t know if it’s undiagnosed depression or something, but they’ve been lacking in self care and it’s fucking gross.”

A hand touches him and he realizes that Tatum has moved away from the monitor to beside him. “You can’t be mean to them about that, Danny,” the way they say his name sends a wave of heat over his neck. “I bet they’re trying, and well, no offense,” their caring tone has suddenly changed into something more playful, “you aren’t that easy to hang around either.”

His mouth goes dry, and he feels a nudge to his leg from Randall who gives him a certain look. He takes in a deep breath and fixes his gaze onto Tatum’s lips. A cute cupid’s bow that frames them so sweetly that he can feel a wave of heat in his stomach. “Whatever. If it wasn’t for the lease, I’d have dump them, by now, but when we do fuck, it’s decent enough to stick around.”

A hand puckishly swats at his back and lingers for a bit too long, curving slowly around his neck before fleeting away. “Well if it helps, I’ll be single for the foreseeable future and Randall here already admitted that he’d like those sloppy seconds.” Tatum’s smile lingers before turning away to Randall who looks a bit too excited at the proposition.

“Give it about a month, I’m sure with that on the line, he’ll find some way to make them break up with him,” Randall adds, a bit of wickedness on his tongue. “Ain’t that right, dear, old Dan?” He kicks at his leg once more, before moving off of the desk. “Anyways, I’m out. I need to go talk to the editor about an article. Later, losers!” Randall sticks his tongue out and gives a peace sign before rounding the corner, only to stop in his tracks and curse.

“Watch your mouth, Rand,” Daniel calls out, sneaking a glance to Tatum who lifts their head and moves quickly to where Randall stands. “Hey, Tate, where are you-” Daniel asks, surprised at Tatum having moved away, but then again as reporters, gossip is something actively sought out. It’s only when Tatum curses, that Daniel stands up, and when he turns, he’s looking at you holding a neatly packaged box- bento or something, he’s sure. Your name is on his tongue and it’s the first time he’s ever sounded so guilty.

“You forgot your lunch,” you say in a strained voice and you walk past the other two giving them small smiles in a greeting to thrust your arms forward to Daniel. “I thought I’d drop it off.” There are unshed tears in your eyes and when the box is in his hands, you leave immediately, not even bothering to tell him goodbye. It’s silent between the three and it’s only broken when he curses under his breath.

The mask fits perfectly on his skin, the soft cloth nothing more but a familiar kiss on his neck. He isn’t sure what he’s doing here. Well that’s a lie. He knows what he’s going to do, but he’s unsure why he’s here rather than trying to get you to talk to him.

You’ve decided to spend the night with a friend, claiming that it’s their birthday, but even you didn't sound too convinced at the lie. It crossed his mind that maybe you were having an affair, but what is he supposed to do? After you heard him insult you to his coworkers, you wouldn’t answer his calls. So now, he’s climbing into the window of Tatum’s room, and making sure to not knock anything over.

It’s not his first time inside their house. He knows exactly which floor to avoid, where to start to feel around for the coffee table with an impossibly sharp edge. He knows which door to open and to open quickly in order to avoid the squeaking. He knows how light of a sleeper they are.

The bed dips under his weight, and just like last time, they sleep without a shirt, their nipples perked and a thin blanket over their stomach. They always did mention that they have an unusually high body temperature. He removes a glove, and sets it on their stomach.

“Fuck,” he murmurs under his breath, creating a small fog inside his mask. “You really are hot.” He can feel his cock grow hard, and he clumsily removes the blanket that he’s trapped between his and Tatum’s body. A thin veil of cloth covers their sex and his smile is ever growing, crazed and hungry. “It’s been too long.”

Without wasting a moment, he frees his cock. He entertains the idea of the tight fit, the screaming and the pain that will make them wake, but he also wonders how they taste, the thick, slow drool of their arousal, and lewd moans that will only further fuel him. He brandishes his knife and the flat of it is dragged along their thigh and hooks under the cloth of their underwear and without much trouble, the cloth is torn from their body.

A free hand reaches underneath and fingers at their hole. It’s tight, but there’s just enough room for him to wiggle inside and massage at their gummy walls. It isn’t long until he hears the familiar squelching, the loving call to his ears as arousal coats his finger in a thin layer.

Tatum shakes their head, the middle of their brows furrowing and with a sadistic smile, he slips his finger out and grabs his knife with arousal around the handle. “Wake up, Tates,” he coos, leaning over, too impatient to wait to even let them wake up on their own. “Come on, Tates.”

In slow motion, he watches as they open their eyes, slowly, still bleary with sleep and still too tired to register what is going on. A hand rubs against their face and they wake up with a yawn and tears in their eyes. He lifts himself, Tatum’s body twisting to turn on the lamp beside the bed, and they blink rapidly. “What’s-” they don’t have time to finish the sentence when their eyes grow accustomed to the light and they see who is on top of them. Ghostface feels his heart beat in excitement when they scream and squirm under him.

“Hi Tatum, ready for a good fuck?” he leans over and he can feel the heat of their sex throb against his. “Because I am and if you’re lucky, I might even let you live.” To hell with prepping them, he needs this now. He grabs himself and presses his cockhead against their hole and their screaming, the moment finally becoming real for them.

“Oh god, please! I’m begging you!” Tatum shouts, their screams loud and deep and has him striking his palm against their cheek. Their sobs are loud and Ghostface is cutting off the remainder of their clothes, his hands harsh against their soft body, gripping at their breasts and massaging at the mounds. “I’ll give you anything you want, just please-” a hiccup disrupts their words and he’s unzipping his pants, moving the robe to the side and releasing his cock from it’s confines. Tatum’s foot kicks at his thigh and he brandishes the knife, stabbing it and dragging it beside their pillow, stuffing falling out as the cotton tears. Tatum lets out a scream that Ghostface immediately smothers with the ripped pillow.

“One more fucking scream, and I swear that I’ll rip you a new hole and fuck that one, you goddamn bitch,” he seethes, and it’s enough for the thrashing and screaming to stop, immediately replaced by sniffling and whining. “That’s much better.”

He’s wondered what it would be like to kiss them, to feel the salty taste of tears in their mouth as he pressed his lips over them, but he can’t risk a reveal of himself. He leans over, and his cock is slipped inside of Tatum and they scream and it only pushes them to rock further inside. “Fuck you’re tight,” he hisses, feeling something warm drip down his cock. To hell with it. He lifts a portion of his mask up and presses it against Tatum’s swollen lips and the taste is… off. He pulls away and he fixes his mask. He’s stopped rocking his hips and when he pulls out of them, Tatum, sobbing and turning on their side, his cock isn’t as erect as it is with you, it isn’t flaccid, but there’s no excitement.

“What the fuck,” he wonders out loud. He’s thought about this- creeping inside of Tatum’s home, fucking them and seeing their reaction the next day, seeing how they’d react, and yet, with the opportunity presented in front of him and his cock still covered in arousal and blood, there’s no spark. It’s not like it usually is with you. Fuck. Tatum isn’t you and for some fucked, deranged reason, he wants you. He clears his throat and Tatum’s quiet sobbing stills. “Change of plans, Tatum, you weren’t nearly the good fuck I thought you were.”

Tatum turns, peeking through the space of the bend in their arm and they watch as he raises the knife in the air and lets it pierce into their skin. Blood rushes out, and they keep twisting but he overpowers them, and they rest on their back, and his knife is digging in between their shoulder blades and there is a sickening crack in the air.

With heavy bags under his eyes, he enters his apartment. He drops his backpack beside the door and he can hear the early chirping of the birds. He’ll count his blessings if he managed to remain undetected, but right now, he rather not do much other than sleep. Of course, being him, he has things to do before he can rest.

He grabs the backpack and walks into his room, opening the closet and dropping to his knees. His hands scour the space, pushing things out of the way and shifting his hands around until he finds the piece of wood with a certain groove. He pulls and an empty space of black blends with the closet darkness. Gently, the backpack is placed inside and he uses the flashlight of his phone to make sure the covering is secured and looks no different than the rest of the wall.

Forcing himself to stand, he goes to lock the front door. Paranoia scratches inside of him, acid burning his tongue and a headache forming until the familiar click of the lock is in place. When he turns his head, he finds your bag on the end table.

You’re home.

Walking around the couch, he finds you curled up, asleep with the throw blanket under your head. He frowns. He wonders when you got back. Why you came either so early or so late, depending on the time. Why did you even come back at all? It's no surprise, it’s a week day, you have commitments you need to tend to. He sighs and sits on the floor in front of you, knees bent and arms circling around them as he leans back to turn his head to look at you.

Has he really ruined you? Has he taken what was an already anxious person, but with a smile so wide that it attracted him and twisted and broken them until they were nothing but a shell of their former self? What had your friends said about your recent change? Do they know about your encounters with Ghostface? Do they know that he has a mask and that he wanted to roleplay? Do you know? Or at least have an inkling that it could be him? No. He’s made sure to at least not interact with you for a while, but maybe that should change. The whole fiasco with you listening in on him rant about you has already pushed you away and when he sent you a message, you didn’t reply to him. His hand runs down the side of your face, your skin imperfect in little ways that makes him lick his lips and let out a shuddering breath. Maybe Ghostface should pay you a visit. Just something quick and fun- for him, of course- in order to make you run into his arms for comfort. That’s all. He needs you back.

With a groan, he shimmies his hands under your body and lifts you bridal style. You curl against his chest, your face hidden and the floor creaks under him as he walks to the bedroom. His hand curves against the back of your head once he reaches the doorframe, the wood scratching along his knuckles, but protecting you from that little injury. It surprises even himself. Carefully, you’re set on the bed, your body still curled even though you’re free from his grasp. The light switch is loose between his fingertips and he groans- another thing to fix himself. The fan spins slowly before turning on, and filling the room in cool air. He shimmies himself out of his pants, kicking them to the side and running a hand through his hair. There’s no use pulling out the comforter only to have it half unused, so he grabs a blanket at the foot of the bed, clutching it in his arms as the bed dips under him.

He lays on his back, the blanket covering the both of you and and slowly, he turns his head to your sleeping frame. It’s not guilt that he feels for all of what he’s done to you, but he can’t help but feel melancholic about it all. You fear him and that’s enough, but you also fear him. It was never supposed to be like that. You were supposed to fall in love with him- so dependent on him that you’d never leave him. Yet, he and you are the ones pushing each other away.

You shift in your sleep, your arms bending and hands curling underneath the pillow. You whine and there’s the sign of you beginning to wake up. You shift and shut your eyes so tight that creases form between your brows. He wants to watch you, see how you'd react to being in bed, knowing that he carried you, watching and realizing that he was watching you sleep.

Does he have to apologize to you? He’s sure it would make you feel better, but he doesn’t want to. You let out a contend hum and he watches as your eyes flutter open. You see him, and you look so sad. A hand raises, and he goes to cup your cheek, but you turn away, hiding your face in the pillow and he hates how small that has left him.

“How was last night?” He doesn’t want to apologize. He won’t. But he doesn't want the tense air to linger. He doesn’t want to see the way that you pout, and feel how uncomfortable the air gets because you refuse to talk to him. You peer back at him, and he’s glad that you’re the type to feel awkward with apologies. You always seem to make everything easier for you.

“I don’t like the things that you said,” you whisper without looking away from him. He clenches his jaw- he spoke too soon. “I- You wanted to date me. I tried to push you away, but you kept persisting. You were the one who wanted me to move in with you.”

“You were crying the next day. Whining about your nightmares-”

“They’re not just nightmares!” You say loudly, your weight supporting on your hands as you rise. Your eyes widen and you look away, sitting with your legs pulled to your chest. His eyes widen and his breath stills. “They feel real. I- When I talked about the fact that we rushed into this, you got mad,” you hiss out the last word and he can hear the strain on your voice. “And now, you go on and bitch about me to your coworkers and it’s embarrassing,” you finish with a heavy sigh. You look at him, and for some reason, you feel so far away from him. “Am I just a decent fuck to you?” Daniel doesn’t answer, because he doesn’t know how. You scratch around the shell of your ear, your nervous tics finally shining out and he comes to sit beside you. “I’m sure we can work something out with the lease, but my friend did mention that I could room with them for the next couple of months.” You twist the side of your shirt and he can see the faint outline of the tag.

“I don’t want you to leave,” he murmurs, his head resting on your shoulder.

“You act like you do,” you retort.

“I don’t want anyone else, but you. I just- Look, life is shit and I know I’m a piece of shit and I’ve ruined you, but you’re the one good thing that has happened to me and I-'' he sucks in a deep breath and the words fall flat. He won’t say it.

“You need to start treating me like a partner, then, Danny.” He won’t say it, and because you’re so much better and worse than him, he never has to.

“Yeah,” he breathes out. It’s silent and he’s growing tired by resting his head on your shoulder. You’re still and when he pulls away, he can see just how tired you are. “Do you want to go to that new restaurant tomorrow? You know, the one with the theme of bears?” You turn your head and you smile at him, and without thinking, he leans in and closes the gap between the two of you. His phone rings and when he pulls away, giving you an apologetic smile, he looks down at the screen. A missed call from Randall, and a new message that vibrates in his hand telling him to call him now. He tosses the phone and before you can ask, he’s kissing you again and you taste so much better than anything he’s ever had in his life.

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Halloween (Dev Patel, preference)

Anwar Kharral (SKINS UK, 2009)

- As new money in LA, he loves going all out for holidays. He's the spookiest boy.

- Anwar's Halloween parties are legendary, but it's a situation where it's mostly based on rumor.

- He started most of the rumors, that may be facts, who's to say?

- Anyway, it's a red carpet even, phones and tech get taken at the door, and it's a spooky, mystical night that people talk about for years after.

- For his costume, I feel like he'd either do the most with special effects (Heidi Klum as Shrek), or have something delightfully minimal (Gomez Addams).

Neelamani "Neal" Sampat (The Newsroom, 2011-2014)

- Halloween is his favorite holiday after New Years.

- Only because it's so so so chaotic, and he's not had a single Halloween in New York that was forgettable or "bland."

- Neal embraces the mess, he has his costume, made from borrowed clothing items and prepares chaos.

- He couldn't really explain how he gets into a surprisingly well-fitting Princess Peach costume, and he doesn't know who's dog is in his backpack.

- But it's okay! It's Halloween, it's a magical day. Why are we running this direction? Who knows!

- This usually ends with you in his lap, in some backwater club in New Jersey, making out.

- He doesn't worry about getting in to work tomorrow. It will work itself out.

Deon Wilson (CHAPPIE, 2015)

- No.

- Simply no.

- It's too loud, there's too many people.

- He likes a milky way every now and then, but he basically holes up with his latest project and "The Great Pumpkin" playing in the background.

- It's one of the few times a year he's adamant about staying in.

- You look hot in your skull pajamas, so you can stay with him.

Sunit "Sonny" Kapoor (The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel, 2011)

- He's heard about it, but it's very much a 'western thing'. Sonny would be down for it though.

- Sonny loves candy and ghosts! Because who doesn't!!

- The closer version of the holiday would be Diwali, which he loves! It symbolizes the triumph of Good over Evil!

- You have to help him with a beautiful plan to light up the hotels, and have firework shows for the guests.

- He also writes (with help from his Mom), a synopsis of the Goddess Lakshmi, the holiday Diwali, and why the hotel is being deep-cleaned.

Sheru "Saroo" Brierly (LION, 2016)

- He prefers not to take it too seriously, and that's so so good. It's supposed to be a good day! A sweet tooth's dream!

- He will take a version of a classic horror villain, and make it slutty.

- He met you at Mantosh's Halloween meet-up, at a favorite club of his. Saroo went as Ghostface, but simply didn't have a shirt on.

- You were dressed in a white tank top, jeans, and a yellow scarf, going as Latika from "Slumdog Millionaire"

- The two of you "don't get" the other's costume, so you have to have a conversation about it

- It only got better than there.

Sanjay "Jay" Menha (The Wedding Guest, 2018)

- He used to love Halloween as a kid. The dedication that went into one's costume, and the whole feeling of the season was something that was really special to him growing up.

- His mother, Kaziah, also would go insane making his costume from scratch, so it was a bonding experience for them too.

- But now that he's an adult, he feels the same, he just can't handle the gore and the sadness that comes along with the season.

- The two of you basically get a matching set of those fuzzy animal onesies from target, and hand candy out to the little-little kids who go trick or treating between 2-4pm.

- This is followed by the two of you leaving the bowl out for the teens, and having a night watching spooky, ultimately harmless cartoons.

David Copperfield (2019)

- He really doesn't like it. Keep in mind, he's Victorian, so the costumes are freaky to say the least.

- It puts him in a weird, gothic mood, and he doesn't like that much either.

This vibe:

- The two of you pop out to a party and basically leave immediately because they ran out of bat-shaped cream puffs. A few bat-shaped cream puffs is better than no bat shaped cream puffs

- Also your costume was kinda awesome, so David got to show you off for a bit .

- It's fun to play some spooky games with your friends, and see the houses all decorated, but it's ultimately an early night.

Joshua Madika (Modern Love, 2019)

- Joshua has always liked Halloween. He had poor health as a child, so he didn't really get to participate as much as he wanted.

- He really gets to make up for it by having the most ridiculous costume and wackiest decorations.

- "I'm healing my inner child," and he's right

- Full size candy bars, and foreign candy bars that the kids in the area don't normally see on Halloween.

- Your costumes coordinate, of course.

- He usually stays up late to make sure even the stragglers get candy! No child left behind!

Sir Gawain (The Green Knight, 2021)

- Look, he knows it's supposed to be a holiday. But he really doesn't like it.

- When he's a prince, he just holes up in his room for a full 24 hours, with baked goods, wine, and has a "me" day.

- It sounds fun, but it gets dark quick, and it always goes sideways. He's not going to be involved unless he's needed.

- When he's king, he makes one (1) appearance that day, but the only thing that changes about Samhain is the fact he spends 24 hours with you.

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og-danny-dorito · 5 years

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Ghostface Kink Headcanons Cause A Lovely Person Requested It (I hope u like em ❤️)

The Lovely @pikachuzombiemonster requested this! I hope you like them dear ❤️✖️☠️✖️❤️

Oh honey, you don't even KNOW how much I love my boys. Stu and Billy are reckless but like we all know that by now lmao

N S F W:

- oh boy

- oh god where do I even start???

- ok well first off they're two teenage boys with VERY dirty minds. meaning they will try everything and all things at least once with your consent

- stu is more on the soft side; he's down to try anything, but doesn't want to hurt you too bad to the point where it'll leave marks. he still goes by the decree of not hitting anyone he's in relationship with, male or female or neither or both; he doesn't care

- BILLY HOWEVER; he will definitely rough you up a bit. leaving marks are his favorite things (to give both you and stu) but what he's most into currently would be voyeurism. for some weird reason he finds himself aroused by watching you when you think no ones there, and he likes catching you off guard by putting his hand around your mouth And whispering sweetly into your ear to keep quiet

- “Sh sh sh, it's ok, it's just me, be a good girl and keep it quiet, yeah?”

- it's funner to think of the three of you always always doing group sex with one another. like, it doesn't feel right to not have you there, or not have Billy there, or no have stu there for ANYONE. you all work as a unit in this, so no one ever gets left out unless they'd rather watch like a creep like Billy does

- they each have strengths and weaknesses of their own, honestly. Billy is more skilled at making you cum with just his fingers and his breath on your neck while stu is practically the god of oral. i mean seriously it's not hard to keep up with them because there's more than one of them, it's hard because they're both determined to break you before they actually do anything with you that's classified as the textbook definition of sex

- stu is also very good at giving you soft and sweet lovin when you need it the most while Billy is better at hate sex and fighting for dominance. it's virtually impossible for either of them to get off without all three of the relationship engaging too so it's a package deal where opposites attract

- stu isn't completely opposed to hurting you but he's a little hesitant? I mean if you really REALLY want it he's not going to protest... 👀 👀 👀

- they do kindof fight over who gets dominance over the situation though and who's kinks they'll try that night. they're obviously not experienced and have 90% of their knowledge from porn (the other 10% is from expiramenting with each other before you came along) but it's fun to try new things!

- one thing they do agree on is BDSM. oh, and seeing you in the slutty versions of the ghostface costumes like this one (https://www.halloweenexpress.com/womens-sexy-ghost-face-costume/) it makes me vomit but they'd like it so whatever :p

- OOO they also have favorites of what's done to them!!! stu really likes watching you suck him off in an empty public place like a movie theatre while Billy lazily makes out with him on the other chair. Billy likes having you sit on his face for some reason- he swears he's not a closeted masochist -and having stu ride him while he listens to your and his combined moaning

- they're vERY VERY careful though, although a little reckless with their adventurous nature. they'll find something and then call you or ask you five minutes later of you want to try it out. obviously they're not very careful in that sense but they'll always ask permission first and ask if you're ok if you're trying something new

- if you're away, phone sex is a must. or if you're so inclined to video call then you already know that shits gonna go down, but the most convincing way is phone sex. they've both got very high libido too so if they can't fuck you in the moment they're going to make you cum over the phone more than once

- all in all they both love you, and literally can't live without you or each other since it feels so wrong without you all there. of course they're adventurous and have very high libidos, but since you act as the voice of reason in the group they're not not afraid to take a step back and just share a few hours together where you can all feel comfortable exposing yourselves to someone who loves you for who you are

{EXTRA NOTE: - Billy and Stu both jack off a lot when they're alone, usually together, but the issue is that they both ejaculate a lot. That means if you walk in from doing the laundry and find the sheets covered in a weird white fluid, it's probably from one of them not cleaning their mess.}

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