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"You think that's funny? Like my life is some game!"

She shouted at the figure darkening her doorway, standing in the broadest stance the frame could manage. Screaming at the same towering hulking figure that had inhabited her space before, quite a few years ago.

"I'm not scared of some bully in a mask, you don't know what I've been through!"

She lunged to the side of her bed, grabbing hold of the weapon that was racked beneath that very bedside. Always a slug in the chamber, only a few pounds pull away from death. Prepared to use it at any cost, he changed her, for worse.

"You shouldn't have assumed you'd get away so easily, do you know how dangerous a person with PTSD is? Do you know what he took from me, what he gave me!"

She screeched it at the figure, waiting for them to leave in a flurry of dirty jumpsuit and tacky fake blood. Howling at him with the same stinging pain she felt at this mockery. Another intrusion of her privacy, someone making an example. Asking questions, begging for details. It was always people, always. All these years, they still trickled in. Being in public, even after three years it never changed. Like everyone knew somehow, as if they were born knowing. Left the most disgusting feeling in her chest, all over her skin. Engraved in her flesh like an always open wound, wearing it for everyone to see. Moving out here, to be alone. It wasn't enough to keep the dedicated away, and here they stood.

The trigger offered the resistance she knew was coming, accustomed to its firm knockback. Shoulder sore and tender already, the sound tore through the small home. Leaving her ears ringing and the pounding starting at the back of her head, quickly she chambered another shot. Already approaching the empty door frame, now they run. Only it wasn't how she thought it would be, not at all. White hot fear gripped her, and so did a large disfigured hand. Heavy on the hollow of her throat, crushing it with his palm. It wasn't supposed to happen, this was wrong. Asleep, she must've been asleep. Another night terror surely, but the pain didn't stop. Ear splitting, pulsating pain. The desperate choking sound filled the room, she kicked as he lifted her against the wall. He was back, the shape, the boogeyman, the ghost of Haddonfield. Every childish nickname to describe that blank, pale emotionless face. Haunting every corner of every nightmare she’d had since the attacks.

Nothing could save her from him now, he was draining her energy. The darkness tickled the edges of her vision, leaving a familiar feeling of dread in its wake. Her head could've popped under the pressure, being cut off so violently. Watching behind the open circles in his mask, basking in the fear that poured from her like a broken tap. She waited to feel the knife plunge deep into her upper stomach, for it to be yanked out and stuck in once more. Panicking in his grip she grabbed at his shoulder, tearing at the jumpsuit snug around his neck. His grip on her never faulted, as her consciousness ebbed away and she was on the very brink of losing it. He dropped her completely, letting her crumple to the floor like a fistful of paper. Standing over her limp and shivering body, judging by her lack of movement he assumed she was incapacitated enough. Unzipping his jumpsuit unceremoniously with a hard tug, only pulling it down far enough to free himself. Aching from some time without relief, he needed immediate compliance. Knowing she’d never give it to him, he resorted to his only known tactic. The Hunt.

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slasherbabes · 2 years

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"Forgetful." Poly!Ghostface X AFAB! Reader. Commission Post!

Ayyyy! So this is my third official commission! I did this for the fucking incredible @lovestoned-ophelia. An amazing long time fan who was a total joy to write for! Again I was told to go the fuck off and have fun and I sure as shit did! We got some degredation, dumbification with a little bit of aftercare, how fucking great is that? So up my alley, I had a great time with it! Was asked and paid for 2K but I went over the limit yet again and did not charge for that, swear I cannot shut up. Now you all get to see it because I was given permission to post it! Presented as it was to her, without edit, enjoy!

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 2.1K Billy Loomis And Stu Macher X AFAB! Reader. She/Her Pronouns. Poly!Ghostface. Warnings: Breaking And Entering. Restraints. Man Handling. Hand Cuffs. Blow Job. Throat Fucking. Face Fucking. Meanness. Mocking. Hair Pulling Dirty Talk. Grinding. Fingering. Vaginal Sex. Dumbification. Aftercare. Cuddling. Praise.

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“You forgot this was happening tonight, didn’t you?”

Billy speaking pulls your attention from where it was previously, looking at the handcuffs that had been locked around your wrists by one of your costumed boyfriends in front of you.

A nervous laugh leaves you before you attempt to assert, “What? No! I totally did not forget.”

Two fingers hook in the chain connecting the cuffs, jingling the metal gently before tugging, Stu was saying, “Mmm I am so fucking sure, honey.”

You are already so off balance, you come forward, unsteady and unsure but still manage to keep a modicum of distance between you both. “I mean it, I didn’t forget-”

You were lying. You totally did forget about this. Forgot all about this fun little roleplay that they wanted to do. The pair of them sneaking into your place and surprising you when you came home late from work one night. You forgot so hard that when they jumped out and started the chase you actually screamed loud enough you would have surely caused concern to your neighbours, if they had been home.

You feel hands on your hips, pulling you back to feel a thick but still clothed hard-on through the costume against your ass. Soon feeling his chest against your back, leaning in and saying, “Lying too? You are just really fucking asking for it, hmm?”

You kind of were. Could anyone blame you when they were capable of breaking you so beautifully? It was just so fucking nice to have your brain turn off by what they did and feel it fucking melt out our your soaked cunt and down your thighs.

You were already feeling excited from the chase, the knives they brandished, the way they worked together and caught you in between them both. They had gotten your heart pumping so hard, you could feel sweat on the back of your knees and neck, breathing clearly effected, they were too fucking good at this. The costumes too, you knew it was your boyfriends under the Ghostly white masks and black robes but that didn’t change how scary the image of them in the garb coming after you was.

You are about to open your mouth and continue to try and defend yourself and convince them that you weren’t lying but something changes what was going to be your normal sentence into a moan. A strong hand slides off of your thigh and between your legs, the leather gloved clad hand cupped your cunt through your pants, the pressure feels fucking good with how excited you already are.

Your hips buck into the touch, you wanted more already, now that you were fully aware it was them you wanted to give in and lose yourself to what only they could provide for you. He focused on you, rubbing firmly, even through your clothing he knew just where to touch way too easily. It felt good but not good enough through the layers of fabric, more of a tease than anything. The longer he explored the better it got, after only a minute it was cut short.

They had other plans for you.

“She’s a fucking liar and you are worried about getting her off? Shouldn’t she be making it up to us?” The one in front of you asked and the one behind agreed. “You know you’re right. She should be making it up to us.”

You were forced onto your knees with very little fanfare, it hurt and the small sound of protest that left your mouth was cut short. Fingers wound in your hair and tugged you close, hard cock through the robe rubbing against your cheek, muffling any noise you were trying to make.

Lucky for you however you loved the rough treatment they gave, particularly when they were in costume and during these times they wanted to role play with you.

It made your arousal spike, heavily. It made your cuffed hands rise up, fingers clumsily dragging up the robe as they went, nuzzling your cheek against his clothed erection. You could feel your mouth watering already. “Oh she is so fucking eager to choke on some dick.”

You could hear the smile on his fucking face.

“Just desperate for it. But isn’t she always?” That got a brief laugh out of the pair. “You’re right, man.”

You had the robe up now but were fumbling with getting his belt and pants open and Billy sighs, “You’re so fucking pathetic.”

“So stupid, can’t even get a belt open on your own.” You whimpered at what they said. The meanness and taunting nature of it makes you even wetter. Your thighs press together as the one who was behind you drops down, his hands meet yours as he helps you out.

Soon as his clothes are out of the way the hand still threaded in your hair pulls and your lips are already parting to let him in. He slides past your lips and you taste him, thick and heavy on your tongue. It makes your eyelids feel heavy, the lust clouds your brain further and you luxuriate for a moment in just having him in your mouth.

You take a bit too long because then you feel two hands on your shoulders behind you, pushing you roughly forward, impaling you on the cock in between your lips. “C’mon don’t just sit there.”

The phrase not gonna suck itself comes to mind as you nod slightly and start to move. Setting a sloppy pace as you begin to suck, your tongue pressing flat along the underside of his shaft as you pull up but clearly it’s not good enough because the one above you, pulls hard on your hair, making you inhale sharply through your nose as he says, “Suck harder! Hollow your cheeks, thereeeee you go.”

His head tips back as you take his instruction, sucking harder, doing your best to please him. Your fingers are hooked in his belt loops as you move, bobbing back and forth and the one behind you finally praises you. “There you go. So fucking cock hungry, aren’t you?”

You hum indulgently with a louder hum that vibrates up his shaft and pulls a groan from him. You can hear him breathing harder behind his mask now, clearly you were getting to him. It pushes you on, urges you further and then you feel it, the one behind you, grinding his own hard dick into your hip, “You’re so forgetful, you know that? I’m here too.”

“Yeah, how rude can you get?” Another hard pull on your hair along with a move of his hips has him pulling out of your mouth. Strings of spit connecting his now dripping cock and your mouth which was now hanging open, tongue lolling out, your eyes half lidded and panting softly.

You were looking up at him, a quick lick of your lips and a swallow before you took a deep breath and said, “M’ sorry, didn’t mean to.”

“Oh we know sweetheart. You clearly need us to think for you.” He rose to his feet, robe hiked up and opened his own belt as he stood next to his partner in crime, clearly eager to get into your mouth.

“You need us to think for you. Don’t worry we can do that, right Stu?” Billy asked as his fingers finally slipped out of your hair and he nodded as he responded, “We know what’s best for you anyway.”

You moaned as their words washed over you. A shaky nod as you agreed, “Mmmf please, please, please-”

“Shh, shh, s’ okay, here you go.” You feel the velvety head against your lips and you greet him with ease, your mouth opens again and you begin the process once more. Your cuffed hands are raised by that chain and your hands wrap around the shaft of the other.

You stroke and suck, you moan and lick, you leak and squirm and switch between the two of them until you are nothing but a puddle of need between them.

When they pull out, rubbing spit slicked shafts along your lips and cheeks, you feel utterly wrecked and happy. “Look at the brainless slut.” Stu teased.

“I know, not a thought between those ears.” Billy agreed.

Stu leaned down a little, he snapped a few times in front of your face but your eyes were still unfocused, you were still in the haze of arousal, totally a slave to the feelings racing through you. His hand got too close and you leaned in, tongue running up the length of his thumb before grinning up at him. Stu pulled his hand back, an expression as gleeful as yours. “Man, she is gone! Now the real fun can start.”

You were dragged by the chain of those cuffs to your bed, thrown over the edge and stripped mostly bare and then you felt two hands on your ass, spreading you open. Thumbs resting on your lips as you were spread, cool air licking over your over heated cunt and a comment about how much you are leaking barely registers before you are being split open.

The relief is immense.

Being fucked hard, strong hands grabbing at you, pulling you this way and that, fucking your mouth and soaked cunt, making you cry out over and over. Well lubed gloved fingers even find their way underneath you to stroke your clit until your own pleasure if assured and you cum hard as fuck around the cock buried inside of you.

When you do, you are thrust forward so hard you take Stu’s dick all the way to the base and choke on it. You gag beautifully, eyes well up with tears that spill out and down your cheeks as you sob messily around the shaft in your mouth, drool running down your chin.

You recall being called, “-the perfect cocksleeve-” and that you were “-built for taking dick-” but not much else. The rest is a pleasure filled blur until you are swallowing back a load and feeling cum leaking out of your well fucked hole.

You slowly start to come back when the cuffs are taken off along with their costumes and masks. Black fabric balled up and thrown aside, more clothing stripped away, shirts and pants discarded and the remainder of your clothing taken off too. Your eyes feel even heavier than before as you are adjusted so you aren’t just shoved over the edge of the bed, instead being gently led and coaxed on the furniture proper.

“You got her?” You hear Billy ask and Stu hum, “Yeah, I got her.”

You feel Stu wrapping you up in his arms, pulling you into his chest and you curl closer, smile spreading on your face. “Where’s Billy goin’?”

“Just grabbing some stuff baby, he’ll be right back.” Stu assured and sure enough a few moments later he was back. You feel the mattress shift as Billy sits down on the edge of the bed next to you.

His hand starts on your hip and runs up your side, a gentle shake of your shoulder, “Sit up for me hon.”

You make a small groan of protest and Stu says, “Come on, honey, do as the man says.”

A sigh as you do so, sitting up slowly, rubbing at your eyes before looking at Billy. He looked way too good, still in just his underwear, hair a mess, still a little sweaty from this evening's activities, Stu looked the same, good enough to eat.

Billy had two things in hand, a bottle of lotion and a bottle of water. He passed the lotion off to Stu who took it and immediately put some in his palm before starting to work on rubbing it into one of your wrists, you didn’t realise they were bothering you until he did so. It felt lovely, cooling, just what you needed.

Billy is unscrewing the water and holding up the bottle, you lean forward and drink, you hadn’t been aware how thirsty you were either until the water hit your tongue, you drank half of it in one go. “You did so fucking good for us tonight.”

“So, so good.” Stu agreed with Billy, he pressed a kiss to your temple and you were grinning again, “Yeah?”

“Uh duh, yeah.” Stu asserted and Billy followed up with, “You’re always good, you’re the best.”

“No, you’re both the best-” You started and Stu had a finger to your mouth, “Shh, we are hyping you up right now!”

“Yeah, let us be nice after all that awful shit we just said.” And while Billy’s tone was light, you knew he was serious.

The water was put aside and you pulled on Billy’s wrist, a silent plea for him to come cuddle with you too that he took you up on. While squished in between them both as they continued to gently touch you and sing your praises you thought that they were totally right about what they said earlier. That they should think for you and did know what was best.

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