#ghostface ask

[polutek]

They get distracted easily :((

[sugurugetofavoritemonkey]

if requests are open… i beg of you, the ethan writer…. to please write something about ethan being a certified munch… like you can’t tell me he doesn’t eat pussy for a SPORT. sure he’d love you to sit on his face but… i can just imagine him folding your knees up into your chest so he can have full access to you

A/N : Hii ! <3 I loooove your request so much, it just SCREAMS Ethan Landry to me, this man would happily die between your legs if it means he can eat your pussy for hours and make you cum multiple times !! 🤤🖤 Please tell me if I did justice to your request and you know where to find me if you want other Ethan’s fics 😘✨

Ethan Landry lives for eating you out as he loves giving the sweetest pleasure to your pussy…or is it his ?

❦ Even though Ethan Landry is inexperienced when he first starts eating you out, your boyfriend would improve so quickly because of two simple reasons. First, because Ethan wants to do things right and would absolutely listen to your advice when he asks you what feels good or not, taking mental notes of which spot makes you moan the loudest and which pace makes you cum the fastest. Secondly, because Ethan wants - need - to eat you out so frequently that he, anyway, grew to be very good at it.

❦ Ethan would definitely leave hickeys on your inner thighs before he even touches you pussy, his head nicely snuggled between your thighs as he nips, bites, licks and kisses your skin that will show his marks, only for him to know who you really belong to.

❦ He would then press his fingers on your pussy, his thumb rubbing on your clit through the pretty lace material of your panties that he offered you a few days ago, teasing you as Ethan feels the wetness dampen the fabric underneath his fingertips and proudly smiles when he realizes that he can work you up this nicely by barely touching you.

❦ Ethan would also always, and I say always, kiss your pussy through your panties before starting to eat you out, almost like he’s greeting your little cunny like the sweet boyfriend he is.

❦ This man could die between your thighs and he would be the happiest man ever. He would literally overstimulate your pussy for hours because Ethan cannot even realize how long he’s been giving you pleasure and he doesn’t care, he just wants you to feel good and…Ethan also gets excited just by eating you out.

❦ In fact, Ethan would get so painfully hard from pleasing you only with his mouth that he would start humping the bed to get some relief, cumming in his pants a few times seeing how much he’s desperate for you, and only you, making his head spin with pleasure.

❦ I also believe that Ethan’s hair is quite sensitive and with how much you would be pulling on his curly strands when he gives you orgasm one after the other, Ethan would whine, moan and grunt so much against your pussy, creating the most delicious vibrations against your sensitive clit.

❦ If you try to remove his head from your pussy (and if it’s still consensual of course), you won’t have any chance against his strength, his head won’t budge away from you. Nothing will stop Ethan if he isn’t finished with you yet and he will pin you down with his free hand by pressing against your tummy if he has to.

❦ Ethan will also bite your thighs if you contain your sounds of pleasure, he doesn’t want that and absolutely won’t let you do it. Ethan relishes in the way you so beautifully moan his name, whine in a pitched tone when you’re close to your climax and when you softly tell Ethan that you love him between soft whimpers after he overstimulated you.

❦ If he eats you out from behind or when you sit on his face, Ethan makes sure to grab handfuls of your ass while your thighs tremble and shake under his sweet indecent ministrations.

❦ Hell, this man would even eat you out at school between classes when Ethan really can’t wait to have you alone for himself. Ethan would take you to the restroom and press you against the wall as he kneels before going down on you. His head would be snuggled between your thighs as you look down to find his filthy gaze not leaving yours until he can hear you moan his name while you cream on his tongue. It simply feels like heaven to Ethan.

❦ Your boyfriend will even eat you out just to get rid of his stress, as Ethan paws at your skirt and then sliding his hand underneath it to caress the lace of your panties, after you both came back home from a long tiring day. « Please baby… I’m stressed, just need to eat you out real quick… I’ll be good… Can I ? », Ethan pleads you as he nuzzles your pulsating neck with his cold nose, pressing encouraging kisses there.

❦ Ethan feels immensely proud about giving you such pleasure only with his mouth and to hear those sweet sounds of yours mixed with little cries of his name, it all sounds like the most perfect music to his ears. After a session where your boyfriend knows that he did a particularly good job at making you feel good just by seeing the blush on your face, Ethan would silently look at you with a smug smile like the nerd he is.

❦ Ethan would make eye contact with you when he knows you’re close to reaching your climax. His eyes being half lidded white how pussy drunk he is.

❦ If you squirt while he eats you out, Ethan will feel so proud that he won’t ever shut up about it as he gently encourages you to do it again for him.

❦ After giving you so many orgasms with his mouth, a long session that leaves your pussy sensitive and puffy because of his lips, Ethan would so gently and softly kitten licks your pretty cunt and press little kisses on your clit, like the sweet boyfriend he is.

❦ While going down on you and after taking care of you, Ethan would praise you so much as he leaves kisses all over your face and pampers you with lovely words that he reserves only for you, his perfect girlfriend, « You did so well for me, angel. »

❦ Well, Ethan worships your pussy if that wasn’t clear enough.

❦ But what Ethan favors to do the most is folding your knees up into your chest so he can have full access to you and literally do whatever he wants to your pussy. Ethan would sometimes add two of his fingers when he wants to give you even more pleasure while sucking on your clit, twirling his tongue around it and lapping at your folds like the sweet puppy he is as he tries his best to tongue fuck you.

❦ When Ethan’s finished with you, as you’re so overstimulated that your legs go limp when he releases them, barely able to feel your legs anymore seeing how much strength your boyfriend applied on them. Some marks already start forming as Ethan apologetically presses kisses on your bruised skin, his face now covered in your juices as his mouth glistens. Ethan would give you the sloppiest kiss ever to make you taste yourself on his tongue, as he whines in your mouth at the feeling of having done a good job at making you feel good. During this kind of kiss, Ethan feels restless as he uncontrollably paws at your chest and holds your face to deepen the kiss, as he rubs his still hard-on against your pussy. His pants dampened with his cum after cumming in his pants so many times, feels sticky on your skin while he humps himself on your poor overstimulated and swollen clit. Yet, Ethan will never forget aftercare as he cleans you up like his dear little princess before cuddling you. Ethan is the loveliest puppy as he holds you tight in his arms, moving you closer to his body before he gets sleepy and rests his head on your shoulder, snoring lightly in your ear while he nuzzles against your face.

💗 Ethan Landry Masterlist 💗

[erinwantstowrite]

Ghostface Dick and Wally!!

(TW for blood)

my pretty boys <33 i wanted to make them look more deranged but i am. sleepy. may come back to this later, may not. it's up to the wind and whims

[yeonzzzn]

I'm in a spooky vibe rn and I've been thinking about one of the enha members (hyung line) with a scream mask ( y'know from the movie sjshsj) about to m*rder reader but idk they get turned on and both got freaky 🫦

fffuuuuccccckkkk anon your brain is 😍 love this idea so much (fun fact scream is my favorite slasher movie and I even have a ghost face tattoo) I hope this is exactly what you’re looking for🤭 it’s funny because I also main ghost face in dead by daylight so when I saw this request I got SOOOO happy ~ I also made this a lot longer than I expected to but oops🤭🤭

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chill & kill: sim jaeyun

part one of chilling & killing 🔪 | spotify playlist

pairing: jake x afab!reader word count: 6.4k

You sit up on the couch, eyes widening as you grab the TV remote and turn up the volume. 

“The mysterious ghost face kill strikes again, killing two more college students in the library this morning. The bodies were discovered by…”

You quickly shot to your feet, grabbing your jacket and camera and slipping your feet into your boots tying them quickly as you slipped out your dorm door. 

You never were so happy to live on campus as you ran from the dorm building and across campus to the library. Students surrounded the main entrance and you pushed your way through finally seeing the inside of the library. 

“Hey!” a police officer yelled at you when you slipped under the caution tape, “You can’t be back here!” 

You eyed him, pulling out your student journaling ID, “I have every right to be here.” 

The officer tried to protest, but you kept your stride, making your way to the bodies ignoring the yelling officer behind you. 

The closer you got, the more the smell of blood filled your senses, making your skin crawl. Your journaling partner was already on the scene, standing at the edge of the other caution tape marking off the two bodies. 

You stood beside him, your heart sinking as you took in the bodies of the two females lying dead in front of you. They were just freshmen. Barely made it into college and fully started their lives. 

From what you could see, they were stabbed multiple times in the chest and abdomen. One of their necks was slit, and the other looked like they were stabbed through their throat. They suffered, for sure. 

“Who found them?” you asked him, taking your eyes off the dead bodies and turning to your partner. He had one arm crossed over his chest and gripped his elbow as his other arm was reached up and fingers gripping his chin. 

He slowly tilted his head to look at you, streaks of his black hair fell into his eyes, “Funny enough,” he sighs, “Sunghoon and myself.” 

You completely turned your whole body to him, “That’s why you’re here before me?! Jake, what happened?!” 

Jake chucked, “You're more worried that I was here before you?” you narrowed your eyes at him, and he sighed again, completely wrapping his arms over his chest, looking back at the bodies. You could have sworn you saw a sparkle glint in his eyes. Jake has always been excited to be on the scene, same as you. But he enjoyed it a little bit more than you. He’ll make one damn good detective one day for sure, “Wanted to check out a book and saw the door already unlocked for the campus not even fully being opened yet. And that's when we found the bodies.” 

“Where is Sunghoon now?” you asked, looking around the library, spotting him with the librarian and being questioned by a detective. 

You went to walk over, to ask him questions, but Jake stopped you, putting a hand on your shoulder and pulling you towards him, his arm wrapping around over your chest, “Don’t question him, he’s really shaken up,” You wanted to protest, only for Jake to squeeze you tightly against him, your back pressing further into his chest, “Please, YN, he’s my best friend. I’ll take care of it. I promise.” 

You sigh and nod. Letting Jake take the lead with this one. 

But you still had a job to do. So you pulled out your camera, taking a few photos. Once you finished with the photos, you pulled your journal from your back pocket, asked Jake a few questions, and took his account down then turned back to the bodies and took your own notes. 

You circled the area, taking in every inch and piece of information you could. Jotting down everything in your little notebook. 

Jake kept his eyes on you, watching you do your thing. His eyes sparkled more the longer his eyes lingered on you. He eventually dropped his gaze and went back to looking at his best friend, watching as he sat at one of the tables, knees pressed to his chest and hands curled into his hair. The small smile Jake had fell at the sight of his best friend and—

“Jake!” You called for him, bringing his attention back to you, “I think I found something.” 

“Oh?” He walks over to you and kneels down on the floor beside you, your camera resting on your knees as you point your finger toward one of the dead girls, “What am I looking at honey?” 

You groaned and rolled your eyes, “Under her body, there’s a black glove,” you looked at Jake. His jaw clenched tightly, “The killer must have accidentally lost it, dropped it, or whatever. Maybe she fought them or something. I don’t know. But I want to figure it out.” 

You took a few close-up photos of the glove and turned back around to show Jake, noticing a scratch mark sliding down the left side of his neck. You hadn’t seen it before since you were standing on his right side, but it looked deep and irritated, “What happened there?” You reached up to touch it, but he grabbed your hand quickly and set it down at your side. 

“Hoon and I were wrestling earlier at our apartment and I hit the side of our entertainment center, I am fine.” 

You thinned your lips into a line, boys will be boys you guess. Their apartment was a lot smaller than the dorms on campus, they must have been fucking around at a good spot to have knocked Jake into their entertainment center. 

Eventually, the police shooed you and Jake off the scene. Forcing you two to head to the journaling office. You printed off the photos you took and made copies of your notes, passing them to Jake. 

You glanced at the clock, it was now ten thirty am and classes would be resuming like normal, so you and Jake went your separate ways. 

Jake was still new to being a journalist. You were a club of two, consisting of just you and another girl who helped write the articles for you while you took care of the rest. She wrote her own things, mostly on the sports or other small crimes that happen on campus, but with the ghost face killer making his rounds, you took up the role of this case with her helping on the side. At first, you took it all on yourself, but as the body count started piling up, you needed the help. So you let her help and put out an application for an extra set of hands, which Jake answered. 

You’ve seen him around campus before he joined you. Was born and raised in this town. Being the town's sweetheart and golden puppy boy. You did some research on him before allowing him into your club, can’t have the killer join you, right?

He was the captain of his soccer team in middle and high school. Has taken his school’s team to the championships multiple times and was the heartthrob of the school. He donated to charity when he could and volunteered at the police station on the weekends in hopes of landing a good detective job there after graduation. He was the whole definition of a straight-A good boy student. Perfect for your team. He became your partner and you taught him everything you knew. When Jake joined, the body count from this ghost face killer was only three. But with the two bodies that were found today, it was now at fifteen. 

In between your classes, you found yourself back at the club office, pinning the new photos to the corkboard in the back of the room, wrapping red string between the pushpins and possible suspects. After staring at the corkboard for what felt like hours, the other female club member came in and you helped her write the article. Give her your notes and advising as she writes. 

Jake popped in and out of the office as well, brainstorming with you about the suspects and the time of events that happened. You both spun in circles that led to nowhere. You ask Jake again about speaking to Sunghoon, and he shoots you down, “Give him some time. I’ll get the police report soon and it’ll help, I am sure.” 

A week has gone by since the murder in the library. You ended up shifting the corkboard from the office and into the corner of your kitchen, using the fluorescent light of the kitchen bulbs to light the board more. You leaned against the back of your couch, it being the furthest you could step away from the board. Biting at your nails as your eyes scanned every murder case. Every newspaper article and police report on the board. 

Nothing made sense. Nothing connected. Whoever this killer was, they were good. Covered their tracks without so much as a piece of hair at any scene of their crimes. Until the glove. 

You ran your hands into your long hair, scratching at the back of your head. You needed that police report that Jake still has yet to give you. Needed to speak to Sunghoon. There were missing pieces and those two things were important. You looked over to the clock above the kitchen sink. It was almost one thirty in the morning. But you still got up and slid into your sneakers, pulled your jacket on, and bounced out the door. 

Finding yourself in front of Jake and Sunghoon’s front door, knocking loudly. There was no answer. So you did the next best thing and called Jake’s cell phone. 

There was some shuffling on the other end of the door and a groan. The door opened and you find a half-awake Jake before you, his hair a mess and spreading in every direction, wearing a plain white tee shirt and a pair of black and blue checkered boxers, “YN,” he sleepily growled and then yawned, “It’s almost two am, what is it?” 

“Can I have the police report?” 

Jake blinked at you, “Huh?” 

You crossed your arms, “The police report. Can I have it?” 

Jake let out another yawn, “It’s at the school, in the office.” 

Of course, it was. And the campus is closed and if you get caught sneaking in just to get a piece of paper…You sigh, “Thanks anyway,” you softly say, and turn around to walk down the stairs but stop, “Can I talk to Sunghoon?”

Jake scoffs, leaning against the doorframe, “It’s almost two am,” he repeats, “Why are you out here so late? There’s a literal killer running around here.” 

You knew that. And still took that risk to come out here. The killer had to be a student at your college. Every murder had been college kids. It had to be another student. That’s what made being out here so dangerous. 

“I know,” you shrugged, “But I can’t stand by and do nothing.” 

Jake frowned, “You know you’re allowed to actually be a college student right? Live a normal life too?” you shrugged again, and he just scoffed again, “YN, go home and rest. Let the detectives with actual badges handle it. We can only do so much.” 

You narrow your eyes at him, “Let me speak to Sunghoon.” 

Jake stands his ground, “No. Go. Home. Before you get yourself killed.” 

You roll your eyes, “See you tomorrow then.” 

Jake mimicked your words and watched as you walked down the steps before walking back inside and going back to sleep. 

You didn’t understand why Jake was so against you speaking to Sunghoon. Maybe he was being protective? Sunghoon didn’t look the best after finding the bodies. He was probably so shaken up. But it only made you want to speak to him more. And that need only grew more when you noticed Sunghoon’s car wasn’t in its normal parking spot beside Jake’s. 

Meaning he wasn’t home. 

You’ve respected Jake’s wishes on not to talk to Sunghoon, but this matter was getting serious and Sunghoon just might be the big break you needed. So you quickly walked off the apartment complex, glancing back to make sure Jake was outside, and pulled your phone from your pocket as you kept walking and dialed a number. 

“Hello?” 

“Sunghoon, where are you right now?” 

—

You found him atop the bleachers of the soccer field just like he said he would be. A soccer ball sat between his feet, grass scuff marks were at the ends of his jeans, and sleeves of his hoodie rolled up to his elbows and sweat dripped down the side of his face. It didn’t take a genius to figure out he came here to kick the ball around. Probably as a distraction. 

You sat down beside him, “How are you holding up?” 

Sunghoon scoffs, “Holding up as in a week ago I found two dead bodies in the middle of the library or holding up because I’ve been questioned left and right by everyone or my best friend/roommate has smothered me to stay home and take time.” 

You felt bad for him, mostly for what you’re about to ask him. He wanted to obviously forget what he saw, who could blame him? It takes special people to see a dead body and not be fazed by it. 

“I’m sorry for asking you to do this again…” 

Sunghoon just shrugs, “If I am being honest, I’ve wanted to talk to you for a while now.” 

You raised your brow, “Yeah?” 

He nodded, “Jake was against it,” he took a deep breath, “Something was off that day…with him.” 

“What do you mean?” You placed a hand on his knee, “You can tell me anything. Start with the beginning.” 

Sunghoon looked you in your eyes, then looked off into the distance at the field, “He told me that morning he was meeting our coach, for a one-on-one coaching session. At first, I didn’t think anything about it, being he was a soccer prodigy or whatever.” You nodded, remembering how much of the soccer star Jake was back in high school, “So you could probably understand my surprise when I got a call from our coach saying he tried to get ahold of Jake and then he confirmed with me that they did in fact not have a meeting that day.” 

You sat back against the bleacher seat behind you, staring off onto the field, letting the gears in your brain slowly turn, waiting for Sunghoon to continue. 

“I got scared, rushing out of the apartment and searching everywhere for him. Scared and thinking I was going to find my best friend murdered somewhere, ya know?” You understood, with this killer on the loose everyone was watching their backs and afraid. Who would be next? Who is next? “But I found him, lingering around the library building, digging through his soccer duffle bag. My heart almost stopped when I saw him…alive,” he took a deep breath, “So I confronted him, and he played it off that he did have a practice, but was with his coach from high school.” 

You looked back at him, to read his face. Seeing how pale his skin was becoming, “I believed him at first, thinking maybe I misheard that morning. So we started walking back, but he kept digging through the duffle bag, looking frantic. He wasn’t acting himself. Said something about needing to go to the library, about finding a book or something, and then took off. But I followed after him. I didn’t want to leave him alone, not with ghost face running around. But when I got to the library, I…couldn’t find him. I saw him go through the back door instead of the front. But once I walked in and noticed all the doors were already unlocked…then I found the bodies.” 

You squeezed his knee, “It’s okay.” 

He nodded, swallowing and looking down at the soccer ball, “I smelt the blood first and then noticed their bodies. And then…then there were footsteps behind me and I knew that I was next. But the library walked in through the front entrance and started screaming, her eyes darting to me, saying we did it. I turned around to see Jake standing behind me. His skin was pale and sweaty. Eyes wide as he stared back at me and then at the bodies and the librarian. He’s never been surprised to see the bodies. He’s been working with you for over half a year. So when I saw the look on his face…the surprise that was there.” 

You opened your mouth to speak, but Sunghoon kept going, “The weirdest thing is his duffle bag was missing from his shoulder,” Sunghoon scoffs, “How did it just disappear.” It was a good question. A very good one. “He hasn’t been the same since then.” 

You tried to lighten the mood, “Maybe you knocked something loose in his head when the two of you wrestled the other day.” Sunghoon gave you a confused look, “You know? He said you two got too close to your TV stand and he got scuffed up by the edge of it. Making a scratch on his neck,” you pointed to the right side, tracing a finger down the side of your neck to mimic where Jake has his slowly fading scar now, “It’s right here.” 

Sunghoon raised a brow, “I don’t know what you’re talking about. We haven’t wrestled inside the apartment.” Your smile faded. Sunghoon’s phone started vibrating and he pulled it from his pocket, seeing Jake’s caller ID on the screen, “Guess he noticed I wasn’t home.” Sunghoon locked his phone, ignoring the call, “I haven’t been telling him when I’ve left the apartment. So I better prepare myself with a talk when I get back.” He stood up and started walking down the bleachers, “Thank you for listening to me, I don’t want to suspect my best friend, and it probably isn’t even him. He’s just weird, I guess.” 

You watched as he disappeared before standing up and finally finding yourself back at your dorm and in bed. Replaying Sunghoon’s story over and over, trying to piece it all together. It still didn’t make sense. None of it did. Nevertheless, it didn’t stop you from texting Jake, asking him to meet you at your dorm as soon as he could tomorrow, and him responding he had soccer practice but would be here right after. 

—

“You should really keep your front door locked, YN, there’s a killer out there.” Jake teased you as he made himself at home, dropping his duffle bag into a chair at your kitchen table, his eyes going to the corkboard, “Make any progress yet?” 

You stared down at the duffle bag quickly before looking up at him, then back to the board, “No I haven’t. I left my door unlocked on purpose. Knew you’d be coming here.” 

Jake smiled at you and stood beside you at the back of your couch, looking at the board, “We’ll catch him, don’t worry honey.” 

You glanced at him slightly, your heart winced at the nickname he’d given you. You looked to his neck, seeing the scratch still healing but faded, being nothing more than a pink line. 

Jake looked down at you, giving a smile, “Can I freshen up in your bathroom? I bet I don’t smell the greatest from practice.” 

You scrunch your nose, “Yes, please. You smell.” 

Jake just rolls his eyes playfully and slides his hand up and down your back quickly before leaving your side, “I’m stealing your deodorant.” 

You waited until you saw him turn the corner and heard the bathroom door close and lock before slowly walking to his duffle bag. 

You didn’t want to suspect Jake anymore than Sunghoon did. But his story last night didn’t add up. No part of it did. Jake’s actions didn’t add up. Jake’s story he gave you didn’t match Sunghoon’s or the librarian's. None of the pieces were adding up no matter how much you tried to force the pieces together. 

You looked down the hallway, then back at the bag, and slowly unzipped it, your hand flying to your mouth quickly to stop any noise from coming out. You took a couple of deep breaths and continued looking into the bag. 

The police report you asked for along with the glove from the scene of the crime was in the bag in a ziplock bag. Along with the other matching glove and the ghost face mask and the black suit. You pulled the mask out of the bag with shaky hands. Why did Jake have these items? You knew. You knew why and still tried to find another explanation. But after seeing the contents of his bag…the pieces of the puzzle fit. Everything clicked and made sense. 

“Don’t you know it’s rude to go through people’s things, honey?” before you could move, a knife was pressed to your neck and his other arm was wrapped around your waist, “I expected better from you than to snoop around.” 

Jake’s hot breath was hitting your ear, sending chills down your spine. Any doubts you had were now out the window. Jake is ghost face. Jake is the killer. 

“Keeping secrets is very rude too,” you retorted back, dropping the mask back into his bag, “But I figured you already knew that I found out, hint why you leave your bag so easily for me to look through.” 

Jake chuckles, squeezing his arm around you and pressing the knife further against your skin, “Can’t get anything past you, can I?” 

“Why?” you asked, tilting your head at the movement of him brushing the side of his face to yours. 

“Why did I do it?” he nuzzled his nose on the shell of your ear, “You’ll need to be specific, honey.” 

You swallowed, “Everything.” 

Jake chuckles again, “Because it’s fun.” It was such a simple yet spine-chilling answer, “You think I played this fucking good boy persona because I actually wanted to? No, no. I had to play that persona. To hide my secret. This is all a game to me, YN.” 

“It’s why you joined our club,” you swallowed again, “To make it harder for us to figure you out.” 

Jake shrugs, gently biting at the shell of your ear then rubbing his nose against it again, “I thought it would add to the fun, honestly. Yeah having an inside made it so much easier. It covered my tracks well. Until you started picking up on every. Fucking. Thing.” he hissed, tightening his grip, “You made it harder to cover up my tracks. Picking apart every smallest thing with each murder. I was lucky you didn’t suspect me, that was until you started poking your nose more into my business, you don’t think I didn’t know you tore the office apart looking for the police report before coming to my apartment? That you talked to Sunghoon even after I told you not to?” 

“You have our phones and the office bugged,” this should surprise you, but it doesn’t. It made sense. 

He pressed his lips to your ear, “Smart girl. Think I wouldn’t bug your phone? Or my best friends?” 

“Jake, you were going to kill him, weren’t you.” 

Another low chuckle, “Yes,” your body stilled, feeling cold, “It would have been a pity, really, to kill off my best friend all because he also stuck his nose where he shouldn’t have.” 

You looked down at his bag, seeing the bag gloved, “You went back to the library for the glove, you fucked up.” 

He growled in your ear, “Shut up! That bitch fought me instead of taking it. I didn’t even realize my glove was gone until after I murdered them both and fled the scene. That’s when Sunghoon showed up. I knew I had to go back and find where the fuck my glove went before someone else did. I didn’t know he was following me until I went to go back and check the bodies after tearing apart the other side of the library and saw him standing there. I quietly set my bag in one of the reading rooms and locked the door, slipping my knife into the back of my jeans. Preparing myself to kill my best friend.”

“All to keep your fucking secret,” you snapped at him, his hands on your body getting tighter.

“Watch it, honey,” he hissed, “You do have a knife to your throat right now.” 

“She fought you right? Probably knocked off your mask too. She saw your face, and you acted quickly and sliced her throat. Not before she left her own scratch on your neck.” 

Jake nodded, a wide smile on his face, “Nothing gets past you. You’d make a great detective someday, honey.” 

You needed to turn him in. Needed to get out of here and turn him in before he could kill anyone else. Fifteen. He’s murdered fifteen people. Probably more before he took up the ghost face mantle.

Jake pressed his chest to your back, “You know,” he whispers, “I’ve dreamed about doing this with you, my knife to your throat,” he rocked his hips against your ass, “It’s so fucking hot.” 

It was now or never. You tilted your head to the side, taking the skin of his forearm between your teeth and biting hard. 

“Fuck!” he shouted, his hand flexing and dropping the knife to the floor and his grip on you loosening. 

You pushed him back with your back and sent him falling to his ass. You barely made it two steps away from him before both of his hands were on your ankles, tripping you to the floor and pulling you towards him. 

You kicked your legs but not getting out of his strong grip. Jake worked fast to flip you over onto your back, his hands now at your wrists and holding them up and above your hand, pinning them to the floor. He straddled you, locking his legs around yours to keep you from wiggling them. 

“Stop fighting me!” he growled, using all his weight to pin you to the floor. 

You stopped, chest rising and falling as you stared up at his beautiful killing face. 

He held your wrists down with one hand and reached for his knife with the other, chuckling as he once again held the knife to your throat, “You look so pretty like this baby, all underneath me like this.” 

Jake was so turned on by this. He’s only dreamed of having you pinned underneath him with his favorite weapon against your skin. Dreamed what you’d sound and look like. This passed his expectations. It went even further than that. His cock twitched in his pants seeing the look of anger all over your face. 

“You get horny every time you kill someone?” you spat out at him, the fire in your eyes burning. 

Jake cocked his head, “You’re not afraid of me?” 

“Why would I be afraid of a horn dog who likes killing people?” 

Jake laughs, adjusting his legs from yours, using his knees to spread your legs apart, sliding himself between them, “Baby, you’re the only one I’ve ever got horny over. The others were just killings to kill. But you? You do something to me.” 

From the moment Jake first saw you on campus he wanted to be buried balls deep in your cunt. Wanted to fuck you so hard as he softly made cuts on your arms to watch you bleed as your moans of pain and pleasure filled his ear holes. Wanted to cum so deep within you and make you his. 

He had more than just joined the club to hide his killings as his reason. He wanted to get closer to you, get to know you. Then kill you after he got his dick wet. But what he didn’t expect was you figuring him out so soon. His plans got pushed up. He wanted you afraid of him as he killed you. He didn’t expect you to look at him with fury, so unafraid. 

Jake leaned down, being inches away from your face, the knife pressing harder against your neck, “You get me so hard,” he rocked his hips between you, his hard cock rubbing against your clothed cunt. You tried to not whimper, to keep your firm face, but the effect he was having on you down south was obvious. He wasn’t stupid, you knew that. 

You’d be lying if you said you haven’t been crushing on Jake since he walked into the club for the first time. How couldn’t you? He was perfect. Still was as he sat atop you with a knife to your neck. 

You relaxed your body, “If you’re going to kill me, then do it.” 

Jake smiled, “Want me to?” He released your hands from his grip and slid the knife from your neck and down to your shirt, his free hand looping his fingers at the collar, using the knife to cut a line, tearing the fabric and exposing your laced bra and skin. Jake tucked his lip between his teeth. Fuck you looked so much better than what you did in his dreams. So much better than he imagined. He slid the tip of the knife down your chest, rounding it around your breast and down your sternum, “Where should I start?” He placed both hands at the sides of your head and bent down, lips brushing against yours, “Tell me, baby.” 

You lifted your head, connecting your lips to his. Taking in the taste of his cherry chapstick and the softness of his lips. He rocked his hips against yours, moaning into your mouth, “Start by taking the rest of my clothes off.” 

He laughs against your lips and then pulls away, setting the knife down at your side to pull his famous white tee shirt off his body, “Yeah?” you nodded, eyes darting to his bare chest and abs, “So fucking dirty,” he cooed, “Should have known you were into killers.” 

You sat up on your elbows, ready to reach for the button of his jeans, but found the knife back in his hand and the tip pointing at your chest, “Lay back down, baby, no need to be so impatient.” 

His free hand touched your shoulder and gently pressed you back to the floor. You kept your eyes on him as he unbuttoned his jeans, the knife still in hand as he wiggled out of his jeans and boxers, leaving him bare to you. 

You watched as he took his length between his fingers, slowly pumping himself, him biting his lips. You were growing too impatient. Needing to feel him against you, in you, “Jake,” 

“Shhh, honey,” he whispers, dropping his hands to your shorts, “I know.” 

The cool metal of the knife brushed your skin as he pulled your shorts and panties down your thighs. Goosebumps formed on your skin and making Jake chuckle, enjoying this more than he’d thought, “You love the way my knife feels against you?” He tossed your clothing somewhere off into the void of the room, settling himself back between your legs, his tip prodding your entrance, “love the way it feels to glide against your skin?” He sent the knife sliding up your tummy, his hips pushing his cock in your pussy, slowly stretching you. 

Jake bottomed out, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix. He hissed out in pure pleasure of finally being buried so deep inside you, the pleasure of how fucking good you felt wrapped around him, “fuck baby,” he smiles, sliding the knife to your waist, wanting to cut open your skin and see how pretty your blood would look pooling out, “feel so good and I’m not even moving.” 

You bucked your hips up against him, wanting to feel any kind of friction. Jake drops the knife to the floor, his hands pinning your arms above your head again, “I told you to stop being so impatient.” 

“Jae, please,” you begged, wrapping your legs around his waist, “I need you.” 

Hearing you beg for him had him gone and all he cared about now was fucking you. To make you feel so good until you’re cumming around his dick. 

Jake started out slow, burying his face in your neck, “Why aren’t you afraid, hmm? I could kill you right now.” 

You leaned into him, squeezing your legs tighter on him to push him even further into you, “Because I have secrets of my own.” 

Jake chuckled, bucking his hips harder and faster into yours, his lips pressing to yours. Tongue sliding down your throat and exploring your mouth. One hand leaving yours to cup your breast, his thumb and index finger pinching your nipple, “Tell me your secrets.” 

“You already seem to know them all, stalker,” you hissed, throwing your head back against the floor at him pinching your nipple harder in the same movement of him pushing his dick hard against your cervix, pressing so hard to break whatever barrier that was stopping him from completely filling you whole as his hip bones knocked against yours. 

“Tell me anyway,” he whispers between kisses, now sliding his mouth down to your ear, licking the shell of it, “I don’t know what you haven’t texted or physically talked about.” 

“I have feelings for you,” you felt insane saying it out loud. Felt crazy that you even admitted it to him. To the person who was fucking you into pure bliss. To a murderer, “I’m obsessed with you, Jake.” 

Jake bit down into your neck, both of his hands sliding underneath you to wrap at your shoulders, fucking his hips against you faster. His teeth sank into your skin tearing it slightly, a small sprinkle of blood escaping. 

“Fuckkkk,” he moans, tasting the brassy liquid on his tongue, “Even your blood tastes good.” 

He was fucking crazy. You knew he was. But everything about him drew you to him. Made you want him more. 

And him hearing how obsessed you were with him made him even crazier about you. 

“Such a good girl,” he cooed, “Letting me fuck you like this, looking so pretty for me this way.” He bucked his hips faster, adjusting his legs on the floor to spread yours even wider, giving him more access to hit your weak spots and to hit them just right. 

You pulled at his hair, “Jake!” you moaned out his name, the knot in your stomach threatening to snap, “I’m going…fuck…I’m going to cum.” 

“Please,” he groaned, “Cum for me baby,” he sticks his tongue out, flattening it against the bite he left on your shoulder, licking up the new blood that pooled out, “fucking cum around my cock for me, honey.” 

A few more thrusts and you came around him. Tingles spread throughout your body at the feeling of your release. Jake moans at feeling the mess you’ve made on his cock, him working his dick faster in your cunt to chase out the release he wants. The one he’s dreamed about having with you. His hand only did so much for him with his thoughts while back at his apartment. But now he was balls deep in your sweet pussy, having you right where he wanted you. 

“Gonna cum soon,” he panted, hands squeezing your shoulders, “fuck I want to cum in this cunt so bad.”

You pulled at his hair harder, the overstimulation hitting you hard, “Jae, I can’t—“

“I know, baby,” he pressed his forehead against yours, his brows furrowing and eyes shut tightly, “Going to fill this pussy to the brim, understand? This pussy is mine.” 

Jake pressed a kiss to your lips and lifted up, taking your legs and pressing them to your chest, pistoning into you faster but sloppy, “Shit,” he hissed, “Fixing to cum—fuck—I’m cumming, honey, I’m cum—“ one final thrust, and his white ropes spilled into you. He pressed his hips against you and held them there, making sure every last drop of his cum made it deep within, none to be wasted. 

“Fuck,” he cursed, slowly lifting himself back up and dropping your legs back to the floor, “Sex with you was so much better than in my head. I only dreamt how good this pussy would feel. How good it’d feel to cum in you.” 

Jake was definitely more obsessed with you than you were with him. And he honestly didn’t care how obvious it was. 

“Fuck I am in love with you.” he chuckles, his hands rubbing up and down your thighs. 

You tilted your head to the side, seeing the knife sitting there idle. Jake clocked where your eyes landed, but he wasn’t fast enough as you quickly grabbed it, being the one who now held the knife to his throat, the fire in your eyes back. 

Jake might have just came, but his dick twitched and hardened again between the walls of your fuck hole. His crazy smile is so wide and his eyes so lustful. Seeing you so ready to end him right here and now made him crazier. Made him crave you even more. 

He wouldn’t kill you now. No, no. How could he kill the love of his life? How could he slide that knife into your skin and cut you open? You were precious to him, more than what he thought before. Maybe the sex drew him in, but you weren’t getting away from him that easily. 

“Awe, babe,” he cooed, taking your wrist in his hand and slowly removing the knife from your hand, “This is how this will go now,” he tossed the knife across the room and out of reach, pinning your arms back to the floor, slowly rocking his hips, “You will keep your fucking mouth shut, got it? Close this ghost face case and if anyone asks you don’t know anything about it. Give it up. All for me, okay baby?” 

You nodded, not being able to say no to those brown eyes. It was toxic, whatever relationship you just found yourself in. You became that girl in books and movies who fell for the killer. It surprises you at how fast you were willing to drop everything for him. To keep his secret. 

He kisses you gently and fucked you on the floor until you both came again and again and again. 

What did you get yourself into?

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[shelf-of-knicknacks]

They’re flirting

[annokan]

Hate when that happens

[blissfulflw]

ghostface!ningselle x fem!reader....?

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Pairing- Ning Yizhou (NingNing) x Uchinaga Aeri (Giselle) x fem reader

Genre- Dark romance, angst

Word count- 7170

Part 2

A/N: I got a tiny bit carried away mb, but lmk if yall want a part 2 cause I don’t come to play about horror esp Ghostface.

You didn’t mean to answer the phone.

It was instinct, muscle memory, maybe even boredom. The screen was dark, caller ID blank. You were halfway through a study guide on criminal profiling, eyelids heavy, the coffee on your desk long cold. The ringing cut through the silence like a scalpel.

“Hello?” Your voice was soft, distracted.

Static. A breath.

Then, a voice. Feminine. Cool.

“You shouldn’t answer calls this late, you know.”

You froze.

“Excuse me?” you asked, more annoyed than afraid.

“What if it wasn’t me on the other end? What if it was someone… dangerous?”

The line crackled.

You swallowed. Something about the voice tickled the edge of familiarity—too calm. Amused.

You hung up.

_____

The next day, Aeri met you outside the lecture hall, cheerful as ever, iced matcha in one hand, your favorite granola bar in the other.

“Rough night?” she asked, brushing your hair behind your ear like she always did—casual, intimate, and a little too practiced.

You nodded, grabbing the drink with a tired smile. “Random creeper called me at 2 a.m. Nothing major.”

Aeri’s smile flickered. Almost imperceptibly.

“Oh?” she said, too lightly. “Creepy how?”

“Just… said something weird. About being dangerous.” You laughed, trying to shake off the unease.

Aeri tilted her head, watching you too closely. “Maybe they know you like danger.”

You blinked. “What?”

She grinned. “Nothing. Just saying—you’re into all that true crime stuff, right? Maybe your little ghost story’s just a fan.”

You were about to respond when your phone buzzed again.

Unknown number. One new message.

Do you trust her?

Your blood ran cold.

Aeri’s voice cut through the silence again. “You okay?”

She leaned in.

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

_____

Yizhou’s POV:

The night is patient. She is not.

She watches you from the rooftop.

Third floor. South-facing window. Curtains drawn, but the glow from your desk lamp spills through the crack just enough. Just enough to see the outline of your silhouette—legs tucked under you, head tilted, eyes scanning the page.

You never remember to lock your window.

Yizhou’s gloved fingers rest on the edge of her mask, tilting it up just enough to breathe. The cool wind brushes across her cheek. The night hums with static, restless and soft. Below her, the world sleeps. But her attention is locked on only one thing.

You.

The first time she saw you, you were asking a question in class. Too curious. Too bold. Like someone who wanted to dissect danger but didn’t know what to do when it looked back.

You fascinated her. Like a lamb studying wolves.

And then Aeri noticed you too.

Yizhou’s lips press into a thin line. Aeri always has a way of making herself welcome—warm hands, soft eyes, voice like a lullaby laced with arsenic. She’s good at being what people want.

But Yizhou knows what people need.

And you—sweet, lonely, easily fascinated—you needed someone to show you the truth. The line between fear and longing. Between the hunted and the chosen.

So she called. Just once. Enough to make your pulse skip. Enough to remind you: someone’s watching.

And then she let Aeri move in. Like bait.

They don’t compete. Not really. Aeri seduces. Yizhou haunts. It’s a system. A pattern.

But lately, Aeri’s gotten too close. Touches you too often. Laughs too easily.

She thinks you’ll choose her.

She doesn’t understand yet: this isn’t about choosing.

It’s about surrendering.

Yizhou pulls out her phone. Gloved fingers tap out a message, slow and deliberate.

Do you trust her?

She hits send and watches as your head snaps toward your phone. Watches you freeze.

Then she sees Aeri lean in behind you. Sees your shoulders tense.

And just for a moment—just a flicker—she sees the exact look she wanted.

Fear.

Perfect.

Your POV:

You tried to ignore the message.

Tried to pretend it was a prank, a one-off, a bored creep fishing for a reaction. But your hands shook as you locked your phone, and you couldn’t stop thinking about the way Aeri was watching you as you read it—like she already knew.

“Did something happen?” she asked, gently, almost too gently.

You lied.

“No. Just a meme. Stupid.”

She hummed, unconvinced, but let it go.

_____

Later that night, you locked your windows. For once.

But sleep wouldn’t come. The apartment felt too quiet. Your own heartbeat echoed in your ears. You tried reading. Music. Scrolling. Nothing worked.

So you called Aeri.

She came over in ten minutes flat, hoodie half-zipped and cheeks flushed from the cold.

“You look like hell,” she said, kicking off her shoes. She tossed you a blanket, then curled up beside you like it was her bed too. Like this was normal.

You didn’t push her away.

“I think someone’s messing with me,” you whispered eventually, voice small.

Aeri’s gaze didn’t waver. “Like… stalking you?”

You nodded. “I got a message. They knew I was with you.”

Her hand slid around your wrist, thumb brushing the edge of your palm. “You didn’t tell anyone else, right?”

“No. Just you.”

A pause.

“Good,” she said softly. “You should keep it that way.”

You turned to look at her. “What?”

Aeri smiled, that perfect, disarming curve of her lips. “I just mean… people panic. You don’t want the cops involved unless it’s serious. I can keep you safe.”

Something about the way she said it didn’t sit right.

You didn’t know it then, but a block away, behind the abandoned convenience store, Yizhou was watching your window.

She saw the second Aeri arrived. Saw her let herself in. Saw you hesitate before opening the door.

She had a knife tucked into her boot. She didn’t take it out.

Not tonight.

Aeri was playing her part.

But soon, you’d start asking the right questions.

And when you did?

Yizhou would be waiting.

_____

Two days later

_____

You told yourself it was fine.

You weren’t being followed. The texts stopped. Maybe it was just a prank.

Still, you started walking home a different way. Longer, through more crowded streets. You kept your keys between your fingers and your headphones out. You even started carrying pepper spray.

But that feeling? That prickle on the back of your neck?

It never left.

It started again on a Thursday.

You were back from class early. Aeri had practice. You finally had a few hours alone.

The apartment was still, sun cutting clean lines across the floor.

Then, you noticed it—barely there.

A piece of paper tucked beneath your front door.

Not junk mail. Not a flyer.

Your name was written across the front in black ink. Neat. Deliberate.

Just your first name. No last. No address. No return.

You stared at it for a long time before you opened it.

Inside: a photo.

Low resolution. Slightly grainy. But unmistakable.

It was you. Sitting at your desk. From outside the window.

Your breath caught. You dropped the photo like it burned.

Underneath it, written in the same neat handwriting:

“You’re most beautiful when you’re alone.”

Your phone was in your hand before you realized it. You called Aeri.

She answered on the second ring. “Hey. You okay?”

Her voice was casual. You didn’t know what to say.

“Someone left something at my door.”

A pause.

“What kind of something?”

“A picture. Of me.”

Another pause. “…Shit.”

You expected her to panic. To rush over.

But instead, she sighed. Soft. Almost tired.

“Do you want me to come stay the night?” she asked.

Not What the fuck? or Are you safe?

Just: Do you want me there?

And suddenly, you weren’t sure if you did.

That night, you taped the photo into a notebook. Tucked it under your mattress.

You didn’t know why you kept it.

Maybe part of you wanted to know how close they’d really gotten.

Maybe part of you wanted to feel it again.

That edge of the unknown. That low, electric fear.

Meanwhile, across the alley, high in the shadows of the building across from yours, Yizhou sat cross-legged with a camera resting in her lap.

She didn’t smile.

She didn’t need to.

You’d started keeping her gifts.

And that meant, deep down—you were beginning to want more.

_____

Ningselle POV:

“You’re moving too fast.”

Yizhou’s voice was low, even, echoing slightly off the cracked tile and peeling walls. She leaned against the windowsill, mask in hand, blade on the table beside her. Her gaze never left Aeri.

Aeri, crouched on the floor, was tying a ribbon around a small package—neat, perfect. Your favorite color.

She didn’t look up.

“She’s already scared. That’s good,” Aeri said. “Fear makes people cling.”

Yizhou frowned. “Fear makes people run.”

“Not her,” Aeri countered. She stood slowly, brushing dust off her skirt. “She’s not like the others. She wants to be seen. You felt it too, didn’t you?”

Yizhou didn’t answer.

Aeri walked toward her, light footsteps deliberate. She stopped just close enough. Close enough that Yizhou could smell her perfume—sweet and artificial, like flowers pressed between pages of a book.

“You’re getting territorial,” Aeri murmured. “It’s cute.”

Yizhou’s jaw tensed. “You’re slipping. She’s starting to doubt you.”

Aeri smiled—too wide.

“Good,” she whispered.

That made Yizhou pause.

Aeri leaned in, whispering at the edge of her ear.

“If she’s scared of me… who else does she have to run to?”

Yizhou’s breath hitched—but just for a moment. Her hand twitched toward the knife, but she didn’t pick it up.

Not yet.

“You want her to choose,” Yizhou said quietly. “But I want her to belong.”

Aeri’s smile faltered, just slightly.

Then she stepped back.

“We’ll see,” she said.

And then she was gone, ribbon-wrapped package in hand, skipping like she hadn’t just threatened to unravel the game they’d both built so carefully.

Yizhou stayed behind, staring through the broken glass toward your building.

The mask waited beside her, patient and cold.

She didn’t like sharing.

_____

Your POV:

You found the box on your bed.

Small. Wrapped in pale blue ribbon, the bow tied in a perfect knot. No note. No name.

You hadn’t locked the door.

You stood there for a long time, just staring at it. The apartment was quiet—too quiet. The kind of quiet that made you feel like someone had just left. Like you’d missed something by minutes.

The air felt wrong.

You touched the box with the back of your hand first, half expecting it to be warm. It wasn’t.

Inside: a pair of earrings. Delicate. Silver. Shaped like tiny knives.

Your breath caught.

You’d once mentioned, offhand, how beautiful weapons could be. Aeri had laughed, saying you sounded like a villain.

But now?

Now she’d left you a pair of blades to wear like a secret.

And still—no note.

Just the feeling that someone was watching how you’d react.

That night, Aeri texted you.

You get my surprise?

I saw them and thought of you. Sharp things for sharp girls.

You stared at the message too long before replying.

How did you get in?

I didn’t give you my spare key.

The typing bubble appeared.

Then stopped.

Then again.

Didn’t need one. You always forget the window.

Your blood chilled.

She’d been inside. While you were out. While you were gone.

Maybe while you were asleep.

You didn’t sleep that night.

You left the earrings on the counter, too afraid to throw them out, too afraid to wear them.

Part of you wanted to tell someone.

Part of you wanted to run.

But the worst part—the part you didn’t want to admit?

Part of you liked it.

The attention. The danger. The feeling of being wanted so intensely it bent the rules of reality.

You didn’t know if it was Aeri or someone else.

You just knew this wasn’t about affection anymore.

This was possession.

And you were already halfway theirs.

_____

It was past midnight when you woke to the sound of something outside your window.

Not loud.

Delicate.

Like fingers tapping once, twice—waiting.

You sat up in the dark, your body moving before your mind caught up. The photo under your mattress. The earrings on the counter. The ribbon still tied to the drawer handle. Every moment leading to this felt like a matchstick, lit and dropped, one after the other.

You moved to the window.

And there she was.

Not masked.

Not hiding.

She stood on the fire escape, bathed in shadow and moonlight, one hand braced casually on the railing. Black hoodie. Boots. Gloves. Her face was soft and unreadable—pretty, almost too still. Her gaze locked on you like she’d been looking for years.

And you knew.

You didn’t know her name. But you knew.

She was the one behind the calls. The messages. The photo. The tension in your chest that never let up.

The one who had been haunting the edges of your life like a prayer and a curse all at once.

She didn’t say anything at first.

She just tilted her head, eyes narrowing slightly.

And then she whispered, just loud enough for you to hear through the glass:

“You let her in, but not me?”

Your blood went cold.

You didn’t open the window. But you didn’t move away either.

She watched you like she was memorizing every line of your face. And when you stayed—when you didn’t run—something in her expression shifted. Slightly. A twitch at the corner of her mouth.

She liked that.

“I was going to wait,” she said, still quiet. “Let her play house. Let her spoil you.”

She stepped closer. You could see the sharp line of her jaw now. Her eyes were dark. Hungry.

“But she doesn’t know how to worship you. Not the way I do.”

You opened your mouth, but nothing came out.

Yizhou reached into her pocket. Pulled something out. Slipped it through the crack in the window frame.

A small velvet pouch.

Inside?

Your necklace.

The one you’d lost weeks ago. Thought you’d dropped at the gym. You hadn’t even remembered it until now.

She’d had it.

She’d been there.

“I didn’t like seeing her give you gifts,” Yizhou said. “She acts like you’re hers. But you’re not.”

Her voice lowered.

“You’re mine.”

You should’ve slammed the window shut. Called someone. Screamed.

But you didn’t.

You held the pouch in your hand, pulse thundering in your ears.

And Yizhou?

She smiled.

Slow. Possessive. Devoted.

Like she’d finally gotten what she wanted.

_____

The classroom was suffocating, too many students and not enough air. You couldn’t focus. Your notes were scribbled with half-formed thoughts, your eyes darting around, searching, looking for something you couldn’t name. The air was heavy with anticipation—like you were standing on the edge of a cliff, knowing you were about to fall.

And then, just before the professor began speaking, the door opened.

Aeri stepped inside.

She was smiling, a little out of breath, like she’d been rushing. But when her eyes locked on you, the smile softened—becoming something sweeter, more knowing. She made her way toward your desk, her heels clicking with each step, and sat beside you.

“Sorry, I was running late,” she whispered, leaning in close enough for you to catch the scent of her perfume, light but still too sweet. “You good?”

You barely nodded, still unable to fully process the fact that Aeri was sitting right next to you.

But then the door creaked again. This time, it wasn’t the sound of just anyone.

Yizhou walked in.

And for the first time, you saw her without the mask—her dark eyes flicked over the room with a subtle, chilling precision. She wasn’t rushing like Aeri. She was calm, deliberate, as if the space itself bent around her. Every student who tried to make eye contact quickly looked away. She didn’t seem to care for them at all.

She was looking for one person.

You.

And when she found you, the air shifted, just slightly. You felt her presence settle like an invisible weight on your chest.

Aeri’s smile didn’t falter as she turned to look at her, but there was something in her eyes—something possessive, almost taunting. The moment Yizhou stepped fully into the room, Aeri’s hand moved casually, fingers brushing the back of your hand. A touch, a claim. You felt her fingers linger for just a second longer than necessary.

But Yizhou? She didn’t look at Aeri. She didn’t even spare her a glance.

Her gaze never left you. Never wavered.

You were trapped between them.

Aeri noticed it, her eyes flickering from you to Yizhou with a small, knowing smirk. But she didn’t move. Instead, she casually leaned back in her chair, one arm across the backrest, the other still inches away from your skin.

Yizhou, on the other hand, didn’t sit. She lingered by the door, watching you with a dangerous intensity that made it hard to breathe.

After a beat, she spoke, her voice cutting through the noise of the classroom, low enough that only you could hear.

“Are you really going to let her claim you like this?” The words were quiet but edged with something cold, something dark. “You belong to me.”

Your heart skipped a beat, but you couldn’t respond—not here. Not in front of everyone. The way she said it—belong to me—had that edge to it, like a threat wrapped in a promise.

Aeri noticed you shift uncomfortably. Her eyes flicked back to Yizhou, narrowing slightly, before she whispered, just loud enough for you to hear, “Don’t listen to her.”

The class had begun, and the professor started talking, but the tension between the three of you thickened with each passing second. It felt like you were the center of some kind of strange, twisted game. Aeri’s fingers were still close to yours, brushing against the back of your hand again. And Yizhou was still standing, not far away—her presence so palpable that it was almost like she was inside your head, whispering without words.

Every student in the room could feel it, though none of them knew why the temperature had dropped so suddenly.

You were caught between them.

Aeri’s hand finally moved away, and she leaned back in her chair, her eyes still on you. Her voice was softer now, but the edge was still there. “It’s your choice. You don’t need to let her pull you in. You don’t need her.”

Yizhou, without missing a beat, took a step forward, her eyes cold and unblinking. “You don’t have a choice.”

The professor called for silence, but the undercurrent of tension stayed. You could feel it in your bones, the pull between them, the competition, the way each one wanted to stake their claim.

But in that moment, you knew—this wasn’t about them anymore.

It was about you.

The class dragged on, but you couldn’t focus on a single word. Your mind kept spiraling between Aeri’s soft, possessive touch and Yizhou’s unwavering gaze. It was like you were being pulled in two opposite directions, one anchored in sweetness and the other in cold, dark desire.

But you didn’t have the courage to speak. Not here. Not with all those eyes on you. You wished you could just disappear. The tension between the three of you was thick enough to cut with a knife.

It wasn’t until the bell rang that the dam finally broke.

Students rushed to gather their things and file out of the classroom. You moved automatically, trying to avoid both of them, but Aeri was faster. She stood up and blocked your path with a hand on your arm.

“I’m not done with you,” she said, her voice calm but laced with something possessive. “Meet me in the hallway.”

Before you could respond, Yizhou was at your side, her presence swallowing the air. She was close—too close—and her breath was cold against your skin. “She won’t keep you safe,” Yizhou said, voice like ice. “I will.”

You looked between them, feeling a heavy knot of fear and confusion in your stomach. Neither of them seemed willing to move.

Aeri’s eyes flicked between you and Yizhou, her lips pulling into a thin, tight smile. She stepped back slightly, just enough to give you space—but the way she watched you, so calmly, so assured, made your heart race. “Don’t let her scare you,” she said softly. “She’s all shadow. I’m real.”

The words hung in the air, and for a moment, you almost believed her.

But Yizhou didn’t flinch. Her gaze was steady, unwavering, the coldness in her eyes deepening. She looked at Aeri with a smirk that made your skin crawl.

“Oh, I’m real, alright,” Yizhou said softly. “More real than you’ll ever be to her.”

Aeri’s smile faltered—just barely—but it was enough. Her eyes turned cold. “You’re not getting her. Not this time. She belongs with me.”

Yizhou stepped closer. “She doesn’t belong to anyone. Especially not you.”

The low growl in Yizhou’s voice sent a shiver through you. It was like they were circling each other, both waiting for the other to make a move, both claiming you in ways that twisted your insides.

The hallway outside the classroom was nearly empty, the distant sound of footsteps fading, but you felt trapped.

You felt like prey.

Suddenly, Aeri reached out, grabbing your wrist and pulling you toward her, her fingers cold against your skin. “I’ll make sure you’re safe,” she said, her voice a bit too soft. “Trust me.”

Yizhou, watching this unfold, let out a slow breath. She moved quickly, faster than you could react, her hand snaking around your waist and pulling you against her. Her grip was firm, but there was something… possessive about the way she held you.

“You don’t need her to keep you safe,” Yizhou said, her voice dark and low, so close you could feel the warmth of her words. “I am the one who’s been here from the start. I am the one who’s been watching you. She’s just a distraction.”

Aeri’s eyes darkened, a flash of frustration crossing her features, but she didn’t move. Instead, she stepped back, letting her words hang in the air. “You can’t keep her, Yizhou. She’ll choose. And when she does, it won’t be you.”

Yizhou tilted her head, studying Aeri. Her voice was calm, almost too calm. “Is that so?”

For the first time, you saw the glimmer of something dangerous in her eyes—something more than just the cold, detached person you’d seen in the shadows. She wasn’t backing down.

The tension between them was unbearable, thick like smoke.

Your heart raced in your chest. You couldn’t breathe.

Both of them were so close, so intent on you, it was like they forgot about everything else. The whole world shrank down to these three bodies, tangled in a web of desire, manipulation, and competition.

Your breath hitched, and before you knew it, you spoke, your voice shaky. “I… I don’t want this.”

Both of them stopped, but neither let go.

Aeri’s gaze softened—almost too quickly. “You don’t want this?” she asked, almost in disbelief. “You don’t want me?” She reached out, as if to touch your cheek, but the warmth in her eyes was gone, replaced by something darker.

Yizhou, however, didn’t let up. Her grip on your waist tightened. “You don’t get to run from this,” she murmured, voice barely a whisper. “Not now. Not when you know what you are to me.”

Your body trembled between them, the pull of their contrasting desires warping your mind. One offered sweetness, the other offered control. But both wanted the same thing: you.

And right now? You didn’t know if you wanted to run—or fall.

_____

The streets felt colder than usual, the evening air biting against your skin as you made your way down the familiar sidewalk. You should’ve felt the comfort of home just around the corner, but tonight felt different. Tonight, you couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching.

Maybe it was the remnants of the confrontation earlier, the suffocating pull between Aeri and Yizhou still lingering in your chest. You couldn’t stop replaying their words, their actions. The way Aeri had touched you, claiming you in front of Yizhou. The cold, possessive heat in Yizhou’s eyes, daring you to break free from Aeri’s grip.

You didn’t know what you wanted. Part of you wanted to run—leave it all behind, maybe even change your routine. But deep down, you couldn’t ignore the feeling that this pull was something you couldn’t walk away from, no matter how much you tried.

With each step, the feeling of being watched grew stronger. It wasn’t just paranoia—there was a heaviness, like eyes trained on you from every corner. You glanced over your shoulder instinctively, but saw only the usual faceless strangers, their movements a blur in the city’s neon glow.

And yet—something wasn’t right.

From a darkened alley a few streets away, Aeri leaned against the brick wall, her fingers tightly gripping her phone. She’d been following you at a distance, careful not to make her presence known. She watched you, her eyes never leaving your figure as you walked further away from the chaos of the school grounds.

You were hers. She knew that.

And still, the game wasn’t over.

Aeri’s lips curled into a small, satisfied smile. She hadn’t expected Yizhou to challenge her so openly in front of you—but this was far from the end. You would come around. You had to.

She just needed to be patient.

A few blocks away, Yizhou followed, her footsteps silent, her shadow blending seamlessly into the darkness. Unlike Aeri, she wasn’t rushing to close the gap. Instead, she moved with purpose, allowing the distance between you to remain. For now, she was content simply observing.

You were walking right into her hands.

The thrill of the chase was intoxicating, but it wasn’t just about possession anymore. It was about control—about seeing you crack, about watching you question everything, about seeing which one of them you’d choose.

She had her own plan, her own way of getting close. Yizhou had always been patient, always willing to wait for the perfect moment to strike. And tonight, with every step you took in that direction, she felt like she was closer to having you completely.

The darkened streetlights flickered ahead as you neared your apartment building. A sense of foreboding swept over you, the hairs on the back of your neck standing up.

Yizhou slowed her pace, pulling back slightly. She couldn’t risk being seen just yet. But she knew one thing for sure: this was far from over.

You reached the front of your apartment building, your pulse quickening as you realized that something wasn’t right. It felt like the walls were closing in. Your feet dragged a little heavier, the weight of your thoughts pulling you back into the confusion.

There was a shadow in the alley behind you.

You spun around quickly.

But the street was empty.

A brief flash of movement caught your eye from across the road. Aeri, tucked in the shadow of a tree, her figure barely visible in the dim streetlight. Her eyes gleamed in the darkness as she watched you from a distance, but her posture was unnervingly relaxed—almost too calm.

You froze.

Aeri’s lips curled into a soft smirk, but she didn’t move. She didn’t need to. She knew you’d seen her.

It wasn’t the first time she’d done this. She liked making her presence known, letting you know she was close enough to touch—just out of reach, but always there. Always waiting.

But then, as if on cue, another figure stepped out of the shadows.

Yizhou.

Her gaze was intense—hard, dark, and unwavering. Unlike Aeri’s casual approach, there was something lethal about the way she held herself. Yizhou stood tall, her posture sharp, as if she were daring you to do something. Anything.

She didn’t speak at first, just watched you from across the street, her eyes piercing the distance between you like a silent challenge.

Aeri’s gaze flicked toward her, and for a brief moment, there was something almost electric in the air between them. The tension between the two women was palpable, a battle of wills that had yet to fully unfold.

But all of it was still centered on you.

You stood frozen between them, caught in the storm of their conflicting desires, each waiting for you to make the first move. You could feel the weight of their stares pressing down on you.

Your heart hammered in your chest as your eyes shifted between them. It felt like the ground was giving way beneath you, like you were standing at the edge of something you couldn’t control.

And yet, you couldn’t look away.

Aeri’s voice cut through the silence. “You know you can trust me, don’t you?” she called out, her tone smooth, almost tempting. “I’m the one who’ll always be there. You don’t have to choose.”

But before you could respond, Yizhou’s voice sliced through the tension with cold precision. “Don’t listen to her. You don’t belong with someone who’s too afraid to take what she wants.”

Her words were like a spark to dry tinder. They both held their ground, staring each other down, silently fighting for your attention. But you? You were caught in the middle of their game, unsure which way to turn.

You didn’t know what to do. Didn’t know who you could trust—or if you even wanted to trust either of them anymore.

They were both watching.

Both waiting for you to make the next move.

And maybe, just maybe, you were starting to understand that neither of them were going to let you leave this twisted dance without a fight.

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You couldn’t breathe.

The air around you was thick, pressing in on all sides as you stood, backed into the narrow space of an alleyway. Your heart raced in your chest, every beat thumping so loud you feared they could hear it too. But you didn’t have the luxury of thinking anymore. There was only them.

The harsh streetlight above flickered, casting a faint glow over the darkened alley, the shadows bending around you, making the space feel smaller. Both Aeri and Yizhou were too close—too close to run, too close to think, too close to escape.

Aeri was the first to step forward.

Her fingers traced the side of your face with a slow, deliberate motion, her touch light but heavy with intent. You barely had time to register the heat of her body, the intoxicating sweetness of her scent, before her lips were on yours, pressing with soft urgency. Her kiss was warm, confident, as though she had every right to claim you, to mark you with every lingering second.

You didn’t have a chance to pull away. You didn’t even want to. Her lips moved against yours, coaxing, drawing you deeper into her, the taste of her sweet yet dangerous, a perfect blend of control and seduction. Every breath you tried to take was swallowed by the intensity of the kiss, her hands coming up to cup your face, pulling you in closer, her body flush against yours.

But just as the kiss deepened, you felt something else.

A soft breath, followed by the warm, searing sensation of lips brushing your neck.

Yizhou.

You hadn’t heard her move, hadn’t sensed her presence until now, when her lips pressed against the sensitive skin of your neck, her kiss firm and slow, almost as though she was savoring you. The warmth of her breath tickled your skin, sending a rush of heat through your body, making your pulse race. Her hands slid around your waist, pulling you closer, her body pressing firmly against your back, trapping you between them.

The conflicting sensations were too much—Aeri’s kiss on your lips, soft yet insistent, while Yizhou’s lips trailed down your neck, her mouth hot and possessive. You couldn’t think, couldn’t move, the world narrowing down to just them, just the pressure of their bodies, the heat of their touches.

Aeri pulled back slightly, just enough to whisper against your lips, her voice low and seductive. “You’ve been driving me crazy… Don’t think I’ll let you go so easily.”

Before you could respond, Yizhou’s fingers tangled in your hair, tilting your head back so she could press her lips to the delicate curve of your neck again, her kisses more insistent now, leaving hot trails of sensation against your skin. Her teeth grazed lightly over your pulse point, and you couldn’t hold back a shiver, the sensation both thrilling and overwhelming. Her breath was sharp, hungry against your skin as she whispered, “You don’t need to choose. You’re mine.”

Aeri smirked, her hands sliding lower, pressing against your body, her lips claiming yours once again in a bruising kiss. But this time, she pulled you even tighter, her body pushing you harder against the wall, trapping you between her and Yizhou, who was still kissing down your neck, her hands now slipping under your clothes, the touch of her fingers hot and possessive.

Your breath caught in your throat as you felt the pressure of their bodies against yours—Aeri’s lips on yours, gentle but demanding, while Yizhou kissed lower, her mouth scorching against your skin. Every part of you felt alive, alive in a way that both terrified and exhilarated you. You couldn’t decide who you wanted more, who you needed more, their touches too much and yet not enough.

Aeri’s hand slipped around to the back of your neck, tugging you toward her again, her kiss more demanding now. She wanted to claim you—she would claim you. Her other hand slid down your body, fingers skimming over the curve of your hip, inching dangerously lower, but you couldn’t think, couldn’t stop her.

And then Yizhou’s lips were on your ear, her voice hushed but full of dark promise. “She doesn’t understand you like I do. She doesn’t see you the way I do.” Her hands, too, slid beneath your clothing, the heat of her touch searing into your skin. Every touch, every kiss, felt like a burn. “I’ll make sure you understand. I’ll show you everything.”

You couldn’t move. You couldn’t breathe. You could barely think.

They were both so close, so devouring. Every touch, every kiss, every whisper was a pull toward something you weren’t sure you were ready for. But it was happening now. Both of them. Together.

And you didn’t know how to stop it.

 The world was spinning. Every breath you took was shallow, filled with a mixture of confusion and want that you couldn’t control. Their touches—their lips, their bodies—had you trembling, pushing you further into the corner where escape felt impossible.

Aeri’s lips were back on yours, softer now, but the hunger still there, threaded between the gentle kisses. She was in control of this moment, or at least that’s what she wanted you to believe. You could feel the smile that tugged at the corners of her mouth as she kissed you, a possessive heat building between you. Her hands were on your sides, dragging you closer, her body flush against yours, pressing you further against the cold, unforgiving brick wall.

But you could feel Yizhou, too. Her presence was a dark, tantalizing force behind you, pulling your body against hers with slow, deliberate pressure. Her hands roamed, skimming over your skin, tracing paths of fire across your neck, your shoulders, your sides. She kissed your skin as though she were tasting it, savoring every inch, every breath you took, her touch burning hotter with each passing second.

“You’re mine, too,” Yizhou’s voice broke through the heat between your kisses, sharp and possessive. Her words were like a demand, a promise—but not a threat. She was simply stating the truth, like she’d been waiting for this moment all along. “Don’t forget that.”

Aeri pulled away from you just slightly, her lips grazing yours with teasing slowness, before her eyes locked with Yizhou’s in a challenging gaze. She didn’t flinch. In fact, her lips curled into a slow, confident smile, as if daring her to do something. Do it, her look seemed to say. Take her, too.

Yizhou didn’t need any more permission. Her fingers slid down your waist, grasping you with possessive strength, before she tilted your chin back, exposing the soft curve of your neck. You barely had time to react before her lips were there again, hot and urgent, trailing the delicate skin with a possessiveness that sent a shiver through your spine.

And that was when it happened.

Aeri slid her hand into your hair, forcing your head back just enough to make sure you couldn’t look away, her eyes darkened by desire. “You think you’re going anywhere?” she whispered, voice thick with a dangerous sweetness. “We’re not letting you go. Not when you’re this perfect, this… ours.”

You felt her lips descend once more onto yours—harder this time, more insistent, and you couldn’t help but melt into her, your body responding before your mind even had the chance to catch up. The pull between the two of them—the way they were marking you, pulling you in every direction, had your mind swirling in a chaotic mix of need and confusion.

And yet, Yizhou’s words had twisted something inside of you, something primal. “You’re mine, too,” she repeated, as her mouth traveled back to your neck, kissing with dark intent, her teeth grazing your pulse point. She pulled you even closer, making sure there was no space left between you, her body flush against yours, her hands gripping the sides of your hips, holding you in place.

The way she said it—it wasn’t a question, it wasn’t a plea. It was an undeniable fact.

Aeri watched, her eyes glinting with something darker now, as if she were considering the shifting dynamic. And then, slowly, she stepped back, giving you enough space for a moment to catch your breath—but only just. She traced a single finger along your jawline, drawing it down your throat before reaching your collarbone, where she paused, just for a moment, her finger pressing into the soft skin. “It’s clear we both want the same thing,” she murmured, her voice hushed but serious. “You’re not choosing one of us over the other.”

Yizhou’s eyes flicked to Aeri’s, her lips curling into a knowing smile. “No,” she agreed, her voice smooth like silk, but carrying an underlying current of possessiveness. “We’re going to share you. Both of us.”

The realization hit you like a wave, rushing over you in an overwhelming cascade of emotions. Aeri and Yizhou weren’t just claiming you individually anymore—they were deciding to take you together, intertwining their desires in a way that felt both suffocating and exhilarating all at once. The idea of being shared between them, of being at the center of their twisted, intimate battle for control, was overwhelming.

But you couldn’t pull away.

You weren’t sure you wanted to.

Aeri’s lips ghosted across your jaw, before her voice dropped lower, like a whisper only you could hear. “We’ll show you how good it can be… when we share you.”

Yizhou’s grip on your waist tightened, her fingers digging in slightly as she pulled you closer, if that was even possible, her lips trailing down your neck again, her words a promise—no, a declaration. “You’ll want this. You’ll need both of us.”

They were right there, both of them, and their words—their actions—made it clear that this was no longer just a game of possession. This was their twisted way of merging, of blending their desires until you were caught in the web of their shared claim. You were between them now—claimed by them both—and you couldn’t see a way out.

The air was heavy with anticipation, every breath you took fraught with the heat of their presence. Every kiss, every touch, pulled you deeper into their world, a world where only they existed, and you were a willing participant in their growing hunger.

You felt a shudder pass through you, not just from the intensity of their touches, but from the realization that this—what was happening now—wasn’t something you could easily walk away from.

And you weren’t sure you even wanted to.

_____

Shared. Consumed. Lost.

Their mouths were everywhere.

Aeri’s kisses grew deeper, more demanding, her fingers splayed across your lower back as she pressed you into the wall again, possessive and unyielding. Yizhou moved behind you like shadow and smoke, her mouth against your neck, collarbone, fingertips drawing circles just beneath the hem of your shirt—testing limits, teasing need.

You weren’t even sure where one ended and the other began.

Your thoughts—your voice—were gone. Stolen.

All you could do was feel.

Their bodies moved in perfect sync, like this had been planned all along. A silent agreement between them to share you, consume you, possess you together. And you—helpless in their grip—could only sink deeper into it.

“I want to hear you say it,” Aeri breathed against your lips, one hand gripping your chin, tilting your head back until her eyes locked with yours. “Tell us you’re ours.”

Yizhou’s voice followed, low and dangerous, right against your ear. “Tell us you want this.”

You opened your mouth to speak—but nothing came out. The words tangled in your throat, twisted with heat and shame and something terrifyingly close to need.

Aeri leaned closer, her lips brushing your jaw, voice so soft it felt like a spell. “We’ll make you feel things you’ll never forget.”

Yizhou’s hands slid up your torso, slow and deliberate, her voice the opposite—sharp, steady, and dark. “And you won’t belong to anyone else after this.”

You felt your knees nearly buckle under the weight of them both.

Then—suddenly—Aeri’s phone buzzed.

The moment shattered like glass.

She tensed, a frown flickering across her lips. “Shit.”

Yizhou’s eyes darkened instantly, hand tightening at your waist. “Who is it?”

Aeri glanced at the screen.

Then her expression changed. Cold. Alert.

Her gaze snapped to you. “We have to go.”

“What—” you managed, voice finally breaking through the haze. “Why?”

Yizhou pulled away from your neck, her hand lingering, her voice dropping into something sharp, serious.

“They’re watching.”

You blinked.

“What do you mean?”

Aeri didn’t answer.

She grabbed your wrist and tugged you down the alleyway, Yizhou close behind. Their expressions had changed completely—no more teasing, no more heat. Just shadows.

You stumbled, breath catching as Aeri turned to face you again at the edge of the alley.

Her grip tightened.

Her voice low.

“Next time… we won’t stop.”

And then, behind her, in the distance—you swore you saw someone watching.

Still. Silent. Just out of reach.

Another presence.

Another threat.

Or something worse.

You turned to ask—but Aeri was already pulling you faster. Yizhou didn’t say a word.

And all you could think as they led you deeper into the dark was:

What have I gotten myself into?

[bisexual-horror-fan]

saw ur multi may request post and just HAD to request this. Poly Billy x Stu with a breeding kink? Preferably fem or gn reader. I've been itching to read some new Poly Ghostface fics

Ay! Great, great, request! I don’t write breeding kink often, but it is a really fun one to do, and I took this one a bit of a darker route, hope everyone loves this one, second entry into Multi-May, and it was a really fun one to do. I am still accepting requests for Multi-May btw, so anyone who wants to get theirs in, please do! Your fic might be the next one I write!

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 2.3K. Poly!Ghostface, Billy Loomis X Stu Macher X FEM!Reader. She/Her Pronouns. Warnings: DARK FIC. Dub-Con. Tampering With Birth Control. Breeding Kink. Creampie. Rough Sex. Threesome. Vaginal Sex. Vaginal Fingering. Sloppy Seconds. Messy Sex. Cum Play. Dirty Talk. Banter. Begging. Multiple Orgasms. Overstimulation. 

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Over And Over.

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You love them coming inside. 

The biological drive behind it all cannot be understated, thousands of years of hard-wired feelings to want, to crave, to need a thick cock cumming inside your wet and willing cunt. Sure, a facial or a shot in the mouth still has some appeal, but nothing compares to getting it right where nature tells you it should go.  

They have a deep desire that matches yours to receive perfectly, they want to give, they want to provide and fill you up over and over, with the idea that it will, hopefully, eventually take root and then the evidence will be undeniable by you becoming pregnant. At least that is what the dirty talk and idea behind the kink implies, actually getting you knocked up isn’t the ultimate goal, the real reason is simply a shared love of it and finding it hot as fuck, using it as a vehicle to wring as much pleasure as possible from the act.

At least that is what you thought. 

They have a different view of it, what you said was in part true, sure it felt good and made the sex better, but the pair had decided a long time ago that they wanted you forever, didn’t want you going anywhere. What better way to tie themselves to you permanently than to get you pregnant? They are positive, if it takes, that you’ll keep it and by extension, them. So they do some work on their end to ensure it, you don’t exactly hide your birth control, tampering with it is laughably easy, then the fun part, fucking you over and over while what is in your system runs its course until the inevitable happens, they aren’t in a rush. 

Naturally some further precautions are taken, and you go along with your hips being propped up to help the large amounts of cum pool against your cervix, with them fingering the mess back into your loosened hole. The times you can’t rest are when the plug comes out, a thick and wide thing to keep the cum in and prevent it from spilling into your underwear, it can’t keep it all locked in but holds the majority, when the toy comes out the rush of slickness that follows is immense. 

Again for you, the thought of questioning any of this never occurs because you are confident you are safe, you think it is just to elevate the kink and scenes, all the while you are blissfully ignorant to them fucking with your pills, unaware that with their intervention it is taking your normal 99% protection with perfect use down several notches every single day. 

Most people don’t know what days will change their lives forever, going through it normally, only upon reflection can they point and say, “There, that’s when it happened.” This is one of those days you will think back on and see the whole picture. 

Tonight is for the three of you, this week has been busy, trying to get your schedules to line up has been tricky, but it’s your collective Friday, a few days off, so this is extremely needed. 

You are pinned down on the couch by Stu is sitting over your head, his hands on your shoulders, your own hands circling his wrists, grip tight, nails biting into skin, as he watches with rapt interest.

Billy has his hands tucked right behind your knees, forcing them to your chest, folding you effectively in half while he fucks into you deeply, his hips slamming into the backs of your thighs, before pulling out nearly completely before diving in again. You cannot help the sounds that slip out, pathetic moans and gasps are torn from your mouth with every loud smack ringing out with your body and his meeting. 

You can tell that Billy is getting close, the sweat on his brow as his grip under your knees tightens, the rhythm he had set earlier getting uneven, the pace getting faster while curses stain his tongue. Stu notices, he is talking him through it, “Fuck, come on, do it man, pour it in her, nice and deep.”

“God yes, gonna-” He doesn’t get the full words out before his sentence breaks off with a groan, and he does just that, his hips flush with your body, buried completely inside as he unloads. You feel the pulses, accompanied by that delicious warmth spreading, your breathing as laboured as you lay there, waiting for Billy to collect himself enough to pull out and for Stu’s inevitable turn. Billy leans down, more of his weight pressed to you, a soft kiss to your lips that you return momentarily before he pulls back, his hands release you and your knees go slack, no longer held tight to your chest. You watch as he wipes his forehead with the back of his hand and Stu asks, “Good one?” 

He hums in the affirmative, and holds his hand out, a gesture as he points, “Pillow.” 

Stu lifts his hands from your shoulders, and you stop gripping his wrists, he turns and picks up the pillow and passes it over. You are adjusted, and you know what they want, your arm hooks under your own knees, the pillow is slid underneath so it keeps your hips in their current upward position, as opposed to Billy doing it, allowing him to move freely. He gets up and asks casually, “Water?” 

“Yeah, thanks.” Stu comes over to sit in the space where Billy had just left, you call, “Yes please.” 

Stu licks his fingers before his hand falls between your thighs, he says simply, “Keep holding those legs up.” 

You nod once and inhale sharply when his fingers get to work, slipping over your clit, your head falls back against the couch cushion. If one cums in you, the other usually gets you off before fucking you to add to the mess, the idea is that it increases the chances of getting pregnant, you don’t know how true that is, but you aren’t going to complain about enthusiasm for your enjoyment. 

You are already very warmed up, so Stu’s touch isn’t gentle nor rough, just firm, consistent pressure, exactly where you need it, tight circles drawn that draws a nearly dreamy moan from you. Billy comes back promptly, water bottle in hand, he holds it out and Stu takes it, he drinks deeply, his hand between your legs not stopping. 

Billy’s eyes are on your form, how you twitch and tense, sigh in pleasure, he poses a question, “How’s she doing?” 

Pulling the bottle away and handing it back, Stu responds, “Good, she’s kept all the mess inside, so far anyway.” 

You cut in as you breathlessly say, “You could always ask me yourself, I’m right here.” 

“I could, true.” He kneels on the floor next to you, his gaze locked on your face as he asks, “So how are you doing?” 

You open your mouth to respond and Stu, in that way only he can, presses down harder and speeds his fingers up, causing the words to die on your tongue, replaced with a choked moan instead. Billy smirks and raises his eyebrows, responding as if you actually spoke a coherent sentence, “Really? You don’t say.” 

Stu is snickering, and you try to bite out, but with how out of breath you sound, on top of it being cracked around the edges with your moans, it falls flat, “Fuh-fuck yo-you.” 

“Hurry up and cum so I can.” Stu teases, and you can feel it building already, you’d gotten halfway there when Billy was fucking you, getting back to the edge is not a challenge. “Gimmie ahh, minute-” You moan and Billy reminds, “Tall ask. You know how impatient Stu can be.” 

You are in fact well acquainted with how impatient Stu can be, you doubt you could ever forget it, even still, you don’t leave him waiting long. It is one of those orgasms that creeps up on you, the build starts slow and seemingly gets faster, like a train picking up speed, until the moment turn from, “I think I’m getting close.” to, “I’m on the edge!” and finally, thrown suddenly clear off and into, “I’m cumming-”

He works you through the bliss until it bleeds into painful overstimulation, leading to you batting at his hand, begging, “St-stop it.” 

“Alright, alright.” He lifts his hands away, and you exhale at the relief you feel. You are offered the water, you lift yourself only slightly and drink your fill, soon as you have swallowed the last mouthful Stu is getting ready to fuck you. There is no position change, the name of the game is keeping all the cum inside, and thus far you haven’t spilled a drop, if never stays that way. 

It isn’t like Stu always has to go second, but he seems to prefer it, the extra messy nature of sloppy seconds appeals to him, seems to make him fuck you harder. He has his hands pressed to the backs of your thighs, his thumbs spread your slick lips open and he presses the hot and flushed tip of his dick to your hole. 

“Been dreamin’ of this-” He presses his hips and begins to slide inside, a weak groan breaks off when his head is enveloped by you, “-haven’t cum all week, been saving it for you.” 

God, you know that isn’t a small feat, even during a busy week Stu always finds time to take care of himself, holding back so he can really fill you, it serves the exact purpose he wants, it makes a fresh wash of arousal soak your brain. He doesn’t stop his forward momentum until he is totally inside, once he is, a shared moan spills forth. 

He lingers for a moment, Billy still on his knees has his eyes on the point you are both locked together, he doesn’t look away when Stu starts to move. He fucks in and out at an easy pace, halfway out and then back in, grinding down on that perfect spot on every thrust in, making your cunt ripple in response. Billy can’t stay out of it, the same way Stu never can, he leans down and kisses you, a filthy moan into his mouth from how it immediately lights up your nervous system. Getting kissed while getting fucked is one of the best feelings possible, you cannot get enough of it. 

It is never stays easy, it turns rough quickly, and you take it gratefully, the kiss breaks, head falling back to the couch again as the pace is increased. You are thankful the walls of your place are thick because you are not quiet, moaning, crying out, panting and the sound of skin on skin, and soon, Billy talking. 

Speaking up, he says to Stu, “I think this’ll be the one man.” 

A deep groan in response, “You think?” 

“Oh yeah, no doubt, it has to be. She’s going to get pregnant this time for sure.” Fingers push some of your sweaty hair back off your forehead, and he prompts you, “You want it, right?”

With a shaky nod, your tongue flicks over your dry lips, uttering over the sound of sex, “Yeah, yeah, I do-”

“Say it then.” He urges, and you do, with a small shiver you indulge in your shared kink, playing into it, “I want it, I want it so much.” 

“Not to me, to him, beg him for it.” Billy directs, and you look up at Stu, you can see how much he is becoming effected too, keep in mind he hasn’t cum in over a week, he won’t be lasting much longer, “Fu-fuck, Stu, please, cum in me. I-I want it bad, M’ dyin’ without it.” 

It is more than working for both of you, feeling that familiar curling pleasure deep, the throbbing of your straining clit, the tenseness of your body over all as he slams in harder, “C’mon please, please, get me pregnant-”

It is as if those last three words moaned longingly yanks Stu to the edge, sudden and unexpected as he breathes out, “Shit-” His hips stutter to a harsh stop as he starts to cum and that is when you start to really overflow, with how rough he is, how wet you are and the both of their more than ample loads it is bound to happen. As soon as he is collected enough he pulls out and still panting he starts to finger the mess back into you, Billy reaches out to help, he can tell how close you were and how Stu came before you could again, his fingers rub your clit to help get you there. 

You always cum so quickly at this point, two thick fingers pushing the slippery cum back inside and pressing against that sweet spot every single time they enter you and the perfect friction and stimulation on the outside does you in rapidly. Body shuddering and sweat slick as you are gripped by the peak of your orgasm, it is drawn out until you are thoroughly spent and exhausted. Soon the hands lift one last time, leaving your swollen and stuffed cunt alone, and you are glad for the hard-earned break. Your arm released from behind your knees, you are so comfortable you could fall asleep right here, and you just might. You can hear the boys talking about what a good time that was and about you getting knocked up and you, all happy and sleepy are, of course, agreeing with a light laugh, “Yeah, I sure hope it happens this time.” 

Again, it’s fun! This is all in the name of insane orgasms and engaging in kink, you play along happily. 

Until the test comes back positive a few weeks later, and you are able to trace it back to this night. 

[blackenedsnow]

OMG YOUR BLOG IS SO SO SO COOL ??? HELLO?? IM IN LUV W YOUR LAYOUT AAAAA

soeey but may i make a request pls i beg bc ive been thinking ab this all day every day for like a week 😭😭 is it okay to request slashers reacting to you faking an 0rgasm?? 😭 specifically micheal bc I'm in my mikey phase but if not then don't worry about it <3<3<3 but tag me if possible !! thank you!!!

slashers reactions to you faking an orgasm

WARNING ; NSFW/18+, fake orgasms

PAIRING: Michael Myers x Reader, Jason Voorhees x Reader, Billy Loomis x Reader

NOTE: Omg, first of all, thank you for the sweet words about my blog!! 🖤 I didn't know what other slashers to put so I put a few in those feel spinner thingys and chose like that. Hope you enjoy!

MICHAEL MYERS

He knows your body better than anyone, and the moment he catches onto the fact that you faked it?

He goes completely still.

No breathing, no movement—just his blank mask staring at you like you’ve committed a cardinal sin.

He’s not mad, per se.

He’s disappointed.

But also? He takes it as a personal challenge.

You think you need to fake it? That you’d have to with him?

Oh, he’s going to prove you so wrong.

Expect him to be relentless.

He’ll have you pinned under his weight, utterly at his mercy, as he drags it out of you for real this time.

And you won’t be able to fake anything by the end of it—not with the way he watches you like a predator, soaking in every sound and twitch you make.

(And yeah, maybe he’s a little salty. He’ll take his time, make you beg, just to remind you who’s in charge here.)

JASON VOORHEES

He’s not exactly the most experienced in this department, but he tries so hard to please you.

When you fake it, he stops immediately.

He looks at you with confusion, maybe even a little bit of hurt.

Jason doesn’t understand why you’d fake something like this.

Did he hurt you? Did you not want to be with him? Were you bored? His mind spirals into self-doubt.

He’ll sit back, his big hands resting on your thighs as he studies your face, searching for answers.

If you admit you were faking it, Jason might feel a little dejected, but he’ll try to do better.

He’s nothing if not attentive, and he’ll take your cues more seriously from now on.

Honestly, he’s so focused on making you happy that the whole situation ends up being more of a learning experience than anything else.

Jason just wants to be a good partner.

BILLY LOOMIS

Oh, you’re gonna regret this one, babe.

Billy is petty as hell.

The second he catches on, he stops everything.

Completely.

Pulls back, smirking down at you with that cocky, condescending expression.

What follows is absolute hell—the good kind, though.

Billy edges you mercilessly, taking you right to the brink over and over again until you’re begging him to let you finish.

When he finally lets you come undone, it’s explosive.

Billy makes sure you won’t even think about faking it again.

And, of course, he’ll tease you about it for weeks afterward.

[latenightsundayblues]

Billy and Stu pony sonas as I think Billy would be a unicorn and Stu would be a Pegasus and their cutie marks

Ive never watched a single episode of MLP in my entire life hope you like this

Thinking abt the logistics of this AU is actually kinda fun (yknow besides all the "how do ponies put on shirts" stuff)!! i like to imagine that they'd use a fake horn/fake wings depending on who's using the costume to make people think the perpetrator is actually an alicorn and throw them (mostly Sidney) off their trail. I know i drew Billy using the Bowie there but it'd be pretty cool if they just used their horns to kill people lol

[slashthrashandcrash]

Drawing request of all 4 legion in their current teenage state tucked into Danny's bed saying "we had a nightmare"

[sugurugetofavoritemonkey]

Hii girl since you said requests are open I was thinking about reader who loves to get Ethan hard in the most random situations, maybe while they're with friends or in class.

Ps: I love your writing

A/N : Hii ! 🩷 Thank you so so so much for liking my writing and sending me this fabulous request for our boy Ethan, it means a lot to me and I had so much fun writing this 🥰 Please send me your feedback to let me know how I did, it always helps me improve and I hope you’ll like it. Don’t hesitate to send me other requests for our lovely Ethan, love you and enjoy ! ✨

Reader who loves to get Ethan hard in the most random situations.

❦ When Ethan Landry is in love, anything can make him blush and get him hard, really just a kiss or a hug is already enough for him to want you and it annoys Ethan so much to be this weak for you. You could simply be looking at him with doe eyes and a pretty smile while he rambles about his day and the poor sweet boy would avert his eyes from you as he feels his cheeks warming up. Taking his hand in yours in the corridors, to intertwine your fingers, also works very well, Ethan doesn’t mind it, he loves it even, but he’s not used to receiving such affection, just like he’s not used to you complimenting him, as you softly murmur against his lips that he’s « so pretty » while you gently caress his face.

❦ Making out with your boyfriend in front of your friends, your lips pressing kisses on his jaw and neck literally makes Ethan’s head spin as he doesn’t know how to react between completely surrendering himself to you or keeping a straight face in front of Chad and the others.

❦ But obviously, what works best is just letting your hand wander up his thigh under the table and slightly brushing the outline of his cock that’s covered by his jeans that keep getting too tight to his liking, Ethan’s breathing becoming heavy while you act so innocently in front of the others as you all eat.

❦ Sending hot texts to Ethan during classes. That could go from nudes that force him to go to the restroom to take care of his hard-on, to just teasing him. « Do you think this table is sturdy enough for you to take me, Ethan ? », your boyfriend’s eyes are entirely focused on your text as he swallows with difficulty at the fantasy of taking you right here.

❦ Whispering dirty things in his ear while Ethan is in a conversation to make him lose his mind. The poor man doesn’t even know what he was saying seconds ago, as only stutters come out of his mouth now that your lips describe the sinful things that you would like him to do to you.

❦ Making sure you wear the sexiest and prettiest panties under a cute short skirt. And whoops what a strange coincidence, you have to bend down in front of your innocent boyfriend so Ethan can, by chance, catch a glimpse of the pink lace material. Though, Ethan will make sure he’s the only one to see that gorgeous sight, by correctly putting back in its place your skirt behind you when you stand up. What also really works to get him hard is gently asking him in the early morning if he can help you dress, when really Ethan perfectly knows that you can do it yourself. « Please baby, can you help me with the zipper of my dress ? » You bewitched Ethan in such a delicious way, that you can feel the way his fingertips shake a little as he slowly closes your dress.

❦ Considering that your boyfriend trusts you fully, he gave you his phone password ages ago. Little did he know that you would take this opportunity to set his new wallpaper with a quite revealing picture of yourself. At the sight of this, Ethan is debating whether to keep staring at it or to hold his phone pressed very close to his chest so that no one can look at it. « You really are a little minx, aren’t you ? », Ethan would corner you in the corridor as soon as he saw it.

❦ As Ethan helps you study, just like every evening, you make sure to sit on his lap as he explains to you the math exercises, wiggling your butt from time to time just to hear Ethan gasp behind you, his words cut by his own little moans and whines. « Did you u-understand everything ? », Ethan would ask in a stutter. « Yeah, thank you Ethan », you answered him as you kissed the corner of his mouth with a smile.

❦ Ethan reading a book on his own on a bench outside during lunch break as you go over to him with a sweet smile just to sit on his lap, resting your head on his shoulder and whispering in his ear. « What are you reading ? » Ethan doesn’t trust his voice and decides to show you the cover instead while his free hand tightens around your waist.

❦ Asking your boyfriend to accompany you when you go shopping for new sexy lingerie. Ethan shyly waits for you outside the fitting room as he hears you calling his name, hesitantly entering the cabin with you as you ask for his opinion. You slowly twirl around in front of him as his cheeks become red and Ethan knows that he won’t be able to hide his hard-on this time. « You like it ? », you ask him with an innocent smile. « I-I, fuck yes I do », Ethan mumbles as he doesn’t find the will to avert his eyes from your gorgeous body. « But don’t you think it’s a bit overpriced though ? », you ponder. Ethan is quick to make a decision for you, « Don’t care, I’ll buy it for you. »

❦ Watching a movie together at the cinema and there’s a random erotic scene appearing on screen as you ask Ethan in the most innocent tone. « Do you think we could do it ? ». And it’s enough for Ethan to lose his complete interest for the movie, his whole attention now entirely directed to the thought of him and you in the same position as the scene in front of his eyes. Ethan shifts in his seat as he prays for the movie to be over soon enough for him to show you how well he can make this scene come true, hell even in his car if he can’t wait to get back home.

❦ Asking Ethan in the middle of the night to help you sleep in his own way, as you whine sweetly into his ear to wake him up. « Please Ethan, can’t sleep, need you so bad… » Ethan rubs the tiredness out of his face as he takes you in his strong arms that create the most soothing embrace for you. The way you whined and wiggled in his hold was enough to feel Ethan’s hard-on press lightly against your tummy. « My poor baby…Need my help ? Want me so bad that you can’t sleep ? Don’t worry angel, I’m here. »

❦ Now, there’s just a subtle difference in how Ethan would react to this kind of teasing. And it’s simply linked with before and after he lost his virginity to his girlfriend.

❦ Before he made love to you for the first time, Ethan’s reaction would look innocent but really it’s just him trying not to look like a pervert that gets indecent dreams about his girlfriend almost every night and day. He would be a blushing mess that only tries to stop your hand as he fidgets a bit in his seat and stutters while looking elsewhere. « Please, s-stop it, sweetheart…That’s just m-mean… »

❦ After you both had sex for the first time, Ethan would obviously still get madly flustered at your teasing but he also knows that he’ll be able to get back at you when he has you alone for himself, as Ethan warns you about the possibilities which are now offered to him. « You do realize, love, that you’re gonna pay for this tonight, right ? » And Ethan never forgets about his little revenge as he let it all out on you, overstimulating or edging you, it depends on his mood but he, for sure, will tease you in bed as much as you did with him earlier that day. « Did I fuck the attitude out of you, angel ? »

💗 Ethan Landry Masterlist 💗

[getmeoutofhell]

Slasher House

warnings: cussing, demons, and well ofc, slashers.

a/n: enjoy my little angels!

you don’t know how you ended up here, but here you were, in a shitty house in the middle of no where. also did i mention there’s a bunch of psycho killers that live with you?? no? well let me tell you.

freddy, hannibal + will, art + the little girl, vincent, candy man, pin head, bo, bubba, thomas, penny + pennywise, michael, cory, all ghostfaces, jason, chucky, tiffany, carrie, jennifer, anabelle, patrick, crepper, valak, the crooked man, and the babadook somehow lived here.

well, bubba & thomas don’t live with you, but about an hour or so away. the come visit on saturday’s tho, so that’s nice.

about every damn 5 minutes there’s a fight somewhere happening. it’s usually freddy and jason, but sometimes it’s penny and pennywise going at it over something you don’t care to ask about.

sometimes you see art come in and break up the fight, you think it’s cute how he’s always there to help.

hannibal and will have their own stuff to them selves by acquiring their own room and bathroom. they keep their relationship and love live private from you and the rest of the group, but you guys respect it.

sometimes hannibal, will, candy man, and pin head have nice conversations, but will gets bored and leaves them alone.

patrick is everyone’s opp, like literally everyones. hannibal was fighting the urge to eat him as soon as he met him. but you had to beg him not to. freddy really can’t stand him. he said he’s a “proper bitch” which you can agree with somewhat.

now let’s talk about valak. he’s very, very, very sneaky. like, concerning type sneaky. you never hear him, or see him, unless he wants to be seen. he talks, barley. sometimes you see him with anabelle or the crooked man. he sometimes scares you, and he knows.

the babadook on the other hand, he stays hidden, literally. it’s your job to get up everyday and feed him his daily worms, or he gets grumpy and makes the house shake and shit. he kinda only trust you for some odd reason to feed him. you’ll never question it tho.

you sleep in the second floor of this monstrosity of an house. on your floor is freddy, carrie, billy, and stu.

carrie is very sweet, and usually speaks only when spoken to. freddy on the other hand…we all know how he is.

billy and stu, are probably the loudest on your floor. and that’s because they throw fucking party’s in their room with the other ghostfaces. sometimes you’re invited, sometimes not. it depends on billy’s mood that day.

now don’t get me started on the rest of them…

i really wanna start writing this so i hope you guys like it!

[studioboner]

Now, remember eveyrone: oil painting is a very classic and respected medium that has existed for centuries and it must be respect as so you must NEVER get silly with it ..... anyway heres a wip ^-^

[webbluvrsugar]

I don't care, literally any thing with subby virgin Ethan and soft dom experienced reader

a/n: No cause I totally like this so I’ll do it even if it doesn’t win <3 — I already did him giving you head but I think it’s only fitting we switch the roles too <3 — hope you like it, I’ve never really done a soft dom reader so this was a nice try.

giving Ethan head for the first time.

It’s probably going to happen on one Halloween frat party night that you convince him to go to, you’ve been dancing and drinking all night and it’s probably with a tight little outfit that leaves him staring at you, Chad is next to him for a big part of it, telling him just to go and talk to you because — you’re his girlfriend after all, he shouldn’t be nervous, you’ve done worst things to him than just dancing.

You notice his staring only when Chad goes away, so you walk to him and pull him close on the dance floor, rubbing your ass all over him as you sway your hips, and he just stands there all flushed and nervous when you bring his hands into your hips, telling him to “chill, E, everyone’s doing the same.” so he leans into it, dances with you when the drinks he shoved down his throat to look cool finally hit him. He finally gets why you like this so much, he doesn’t really like dancing — not at all — but he likes the way you dance against him so shamelessly, he can almost see your whole ass in that dress, it makes him hard, painfully hard.

After a while, when you’re tired, you ask if he wants to leave, he nods with no doubt, he’s excited, following you to your room and grinning once you’re tossing him on the bed. You pin him against the sheets, kiss him and palm him through his pants before you’re kneeling by the end of the frame between his knees, pulling his pants down, his boxers follow through. He’s blushing, groaning occasionally, he’s never done this, sure he’s given you head a few times, fingered you even, but he’s never really received it, so he just lets you do whatever.

Your fingers wrap around his cock, you lean your head down, tongue tracing a wide stride from the base to the head of his cock, circling the tip before licking the pre-cum that comes out of it, eyes focused on his before they drop down.

“Ohhh god..” he mutters, head throwing back, his muscles flexing as he grips onto the sheets, handling himself not to grip your hair instead.

You squeeze tighter around him, he groans as his eyes go down to watch you, waiting expectantly only to be met by a smirk. “You like that?” You ask, chucking.

“A lot, like — like it a lot.” He whispers and you drag your hand up and down, your thumb slides by his head and he hisses, his eyes closing.

You smile again, almost scoffing at him before you take him past your lips, going all the way down, his cock hits the back of your throat and you gag, he sees that and can’t handle himself anymore, one hand flies to your hair and slightly grips it, a raspy moan escapes him as you hollow your cheeks, he has no clue what you’re doing — but it’s working.

He’s trying his best to follow your pace, after all, you always know better than him, but he can’t seem to let go of the wish to want you to go faster, harder down your throat, so he bucks his hips up, testing you, when you don’t complain, he holds your head down, thrusting up into your mouth.

“I — I’m sorry.” He whispers, his hips moving faster, his will only getting bigger when he hears your gags and muffled moans, when he sees the mess of your spit on the base of his cock.

“I am so sorry.” He says again, his hand pressing your head still as his hips keep moving. “Just feels s’good.” He’s apologetic, but you really don’t mind, Ethan never really takes control of things, it’s fun to see this side of him, even if the lack of air is present.

You look up to him again, big eyes staring into his brown ones and he leans back slightly on the sheets, his movements become faster, more desperate as he’s searching his release.

Your mouth is so warm, so tight and wet, he can’t help but wonder how will it be when you really take his virginity, when you let him inside your cunt, he can only wait for it, he’ll fuck you like this if you let him, he needs it, just the thought of that brings him close to cumming for you.

“Fuck,fuck,fuck,fuck—“

He can’t hold it for long, he’s trying to be a good fuck but it’s almost impossible when you look at him like that, so he stops worrying for now, his eyes roll back, his movements falter and you can feel all of it painting the back of your throat as he falls back against the sheets.

“Shit you’re so good at this.”

[buggeeart]

god I love your dbd habit fanart so much!! i really hope you know it's amazing!!

thank you so much!!! here’s a dump of sketches/concepts that i forgot to post here :)