#ghostface reader

[theebubblegumbitch]

Innocence is Gone~

virgin!Ethan Landry x fem!ghostface!Reader

Synopsis: It all started with a passing comment about poor Ethan dying a virgin... Lucky for him, you weren't gonna let that happen.

Warnings: ghostface!fem!reader, sub!virgin!ethan landry, unprotected penetrative sex (wrap it tf up), overstim if you squint, death/murder mentions, knife mention/use for intimidation

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"Am I gonna die a virgin?" was the question Ethan had openly posed towards the group during a discussion about the most recent Ghostface killings. Everyone else had shrugged it off as a funny joke, just awkward Ethan being himself, awkward. But you had thought he actually sounded legitimately concerned for that possible fate. You thought it would be best to try and offer some reassurance to the boy, to ease some of the tension and fear, and also to get any potential suspicious persons off your tail. "None of us are going to die Ethan, at least not for many, many years so don't even worry about that okay?" He looked at you for a second before nodding, still slightly anxious at the possibility of death, or maybe at the eye contact the two of you made for a fraction of a second. However, no matter the cause, it did make you feel slightly bad for lying to him.

It was now about a week after that little interaction, and you were quickly approaching Ethan's dorm, with ghostface costume fully adorned. You had tucked a knife into the waistband of your pants, although you didn't plan on using it for more than intimidation. You had planned to kill Ethan at first as he seemed like easy prey to you, but now you thought it best to keep him alive for now. After all, you could still have some fun with him.

You had now made your way through an open window, both cursing and praising Ethan in your head for this helpful but incredibly stupid action. You were in his bathroom now, the fresh smell of his shampoo still lingering along with the steam on the mirror. "He must've just finished showering." You thought to yourself as you examined the empty room, making your way to the door. You went to twist the nob as slowly as possible so as to not alert the man of your presence yet. Upon opening the door just a crack, you saw Ethan standing next to his bed shirtless, luckily for you with his back towards the door.

You slowly opened it more until you could slip through, now taking the time to remove the knife from your waistband. You quickly made your way across the room and subdued the man, holding his hands behind his back, knife pressing ever so gently against his throat. "Good evening Ethan, would you like to play a little game..." Your modulated voice asked as you felt him slightly tremble in your grasp. "Oh my god please don't kill me! I don't wanna die I'll do anything you ask please just please..." He was begging you to spare his life incessantly, voice wavering as he spoke. "Oh no Ethan, honey, I'm not here to kill you. I'm here to help you with your little...problem." You whispered that last bit in his ear as you dragged the blunt edge of the knife along it.

He shivered. "W-what problem are you talking about? And you're holding a knife against my face so it sure feels like you want to kill me!" He was rambling like crazy, and you would be lying if you said it didn't slightly turn you on. Well, maybe more than slightly... "I can do away with the knife if you promise to be good. Can you do that for me Ethan? Can you promise?" You lifted the knife from his skin ever so slightly to show you were serious. "Yes, yes I'll be good I promise you, just please put the knife away!" He was almost whimpering now, and it made you comply to his request even quicker, swiftly tucking the weapon back into your waistband. “The knife’s away now pretty boy.” You whispered in his ear once again, using your other free hand to trace simple shapes onto his arm.

“O-okay now, who are you! And if you don’t want to kill me then, what are you here to help me with?!” He had eased up a little once he realized the knife wasn’t in your hand anymore, but he was still shaking, obviously very afraid. “Do you really wanna know what I’m here for Ethan?” You asked in your normal volume. “Y-yes I do.” That was enough for you as you clutched at your mask, slowly removing it. “I’m here…” You threw the mask down on the bed in front of him. “…to help you…” You let go of his arms and placed a hand on his waist. “…with your little…” You spun him around to face you as you pushed him down onto the bed. “…virginity problem.” He was gawking at you now, completely slack jawed. “Y/N? You’re Ghostface?? And you want to have sex with me?” Both of those things were true, but you couldn’t let him know about the first one. At least not yet. “No of course I’m not actually Ghostface! You can get this costume pretty much anywhere online.” You said as you messed with the long black fabric. You couldn’t wait to take it off for him.

“But…” you paused for a second to straddle his lap, watching him inhale sharply. “…I do want to fuck you pretty boy.” You leaned in and went to suck a mark into his neck before stopping yourself. “Are you okay with that Ethan?” You gazed into his eyes as he started at you blankly, slowing nodding. “I need you to say it Eth.” You placed your hands on his shoulders, ready to move off of him if he didn’t comply. “Y-yes please I want you.” Finally, you could have some actual fun with him. You placed a kiss on his cheek before removing your ghostface robe, leaving you completely bare except for you red lace underwear.

“H- holy shit…” Ethan gasped out as his eyes trailed your chest. He looked fidgety, and you felt his dick strain under your lap. He was what you can only assume to be painfully hard. You decided to lightly brush down on him with your core as a simple, but effective gesture to let him know you knew how needy he was. “Wow that was fast, do I really turn you on that much Eth?” You asked the flustered boy as you sucked dark purple marks into his neck, watching them bloom like bloody flowers. “Y-yea you do. I think you’re so hot y/n really I do, I’ve wanted you so bad for so long…” He started whining a little the more he rambled on. You wouldn’t tell him this, but it made you embarrassingly wet. “Holy fuck you’re so wet I can feel it…” Ethan had panted out as he experimented with grabbing your breasts. Well so much for him not knowing his pathetic-ness turns me on You thought as you felt his shy, shaky hands grow a bit more bold.

“Can I put it in now? Please y/n? You need it too I can tell just p-please I’ll be good!” The curly haired boy begged you as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. He was right, if you wanted him before, want couldn’t even describe what you felt now. “Yea pretty boy I’ll put it in, I’ll make you feel good.” You stumbled out your words as you hastily pulled the drawstrings of his pants, not even bothering to pull down his boxers before pulling out his achy cock. “Impressive Landry…” You purred in his ear. Maybe you should fuck econ nerds more often… You pumped him a few times in your hand before properly positioning yourself to allow him to slip in, a task made incredibly easy by your impressive arousal. You slowly eased down, the pair of you sharing a gasp as you hit the hilt. He was as deep as he could possibly be in this position and he loved it.

“O-oh my god… You’re so warm a-and wet and fuck!” You had started to move during his praises, gaining a slow and steady rhythm, but you were pent up, and it wasn’t enough. “Eth I know it’s your first time and all, but i’m about to fuck the ever-loving shit out of you. Kay pretty boy?” You panted out at him as you picked up the pace. You could tell you probably had him thoroughly fucked out already judging by just how awestruck he look. So much that he could only nod.

And that was all you needed. You picked up the pace more and more, hearing Ethan get louder and louder under you. “Nghh- Ah- FUCK y/n please you have to get off i’m gonna cum please.” You knew he was worried about the lack of protection, you also knew that you couldn’t care less. You were so close to orgasm that there was no way you were stopping now. “It’s okay cum in me don’t worry it’s okay hon.” You breathed out as fast as humanly possible, your mouth desperate to match the speed of your body. Not long at all after, you felt Ethan buck his hips up harshly into you, and you were filled with a sudden warmth, one you’ve never felt before.

Ethan was the first guy to come inside of you, and the thought of that alone led you to your peak. Strings of moans and curses flowed from your lips like silk as you slowed down before eventually going limp over him. You felt his hands snake around your waist and grip you tight, and you knew you got exactly what you wanted.

“Now you can help me kill Tara.”

Author’s Note: IT’S FINALLY OUT!! my premiere Ethan Landry fic!! I hope you all enjoyed it cause I had sooo much fun writing it! I’d like to give a shoutout to some people who pushed me to get this one finished so without further adieu…

MANY THANKS TO: @taylormarieee @ivorysfilms @ethanlandrysrightballsack and @stickbodybighead !!! They were so supportive and kind and they are overall lovely people!!!

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[getmeoutofhell]

Amber Freeman x Ethan Landry x F Reader Headcanons

warnings: cussing, real toxic behavior, they stalk reader, SMUT!, degradation, squirting, STRAP! usage, & more.

a/n: my tumblr is being a ugly bitch so i can’t add pictures or anything pretty rn. so sorry. also, as i said in this post, i finally finished them. enjoy!!

SFW:

this duo is something else

ethan had met amber after her and richie survived scream 5. (they’re not together)

when they first saw you…oh boy…

they stalked you.

like REALLY stalked you.

they knew every single thing about you.

they even knew what size underwear you wore, what clothes you wear, and they knew all your friends.

even sometimes they would somehow sneak into your place and watch you.

yes, you would get called from ghostface occasionally from them.

when you first got the phone calls, you thought it was a joke and laughed it off.

then it got worse.

stuff in your place started moving around and you thought you were going crazy.

one day you had enough and started dialing the police.

but ethan had came out from behind you and knocked you unconscious.

you then woke up still in your bed, but felt someone else’s presence.

you freaked out but they forced you to calm down.

it just kinda escalated from there.

you eventually excepted them in your life.

maybe after they threatened you not to leave…

ethan is more soft than amber but amber can have some soft moments.

she’s more in control of everything than ethan is. like she plans most of the dates and what y’all would be doing that day. you love her for it tho.

ethan is almost the complete opposite of amber. he just does whatever she says and has no problem with it. even when you came along he just listens to you, to an extent of course.

oh god they would be the happiest ever if you decided to join them as ghost face!! literally would smother you in kisses.

if you ever get mad at one of them, be prepared for the other to defend you. every single time.

BUT if you’re mad at both of them…oh god…

like one time you tried to leave to apartment for a few hours because they both pissed you off. so ethan and amber followed you to the door and pinned you up against it.

“let’s just talk this out y/n. what are you leaving for, huh? we can all sit and talk and make up, i promise.” ethan told you.

you still tried to leave, not wanting to hear any of their bullshit.

let’s just say you didn’t couldn’t leave and you ended up sleep between them that night.

you guys have a group chat on y’all’s phones and it’s just chaos everywhere.

ethan sending shitty memes and amber sending shitty memes back.

they both really can’t cook for shit so you’re gonna have to do ALL the cooking.

if YOU can’t cook, well just get ready to to order takeout every damn day. because these fuckers SUCK at cooking, seriously!

but all jokes aside they actually love you so much, and would do anything for you!!

ethan loves laying on top of you. as amber loves laying beneath you. so it just works out in the end for you three.

ethan for some reason loves grocery shopping with you guys. amber on the other hand…no. you have to force her to go ANYWHERE where you have to buy off a list. she just doesn’t like it for some reason.

they also give you a daily time on when you can go out.

you can’t go anywhere after 8 pm, so have fun with that!

and if you do try to ‘sneak’ out, don’t.

NSFW:

this is gonna get crazy…so get ready.

so you know when i said y’all have a group chat? yeah memes isn’t the only thing they send you.

sometimes amber will send videos of her fucking you with her strap in the middle of the day, just because she wants to. she’ll be like- “remember when i was digging in yo shit?” or something like that.

ethan is the bottom in the relationship. he’s such a bottom for you and amber. unless he gets mad…then you’re gonna be struggling to walk for a bit.

well one day y’all went out and spent the night in a hotel.

and then this happened…

let’s just say, you really enjoyed that night.

their moans send you to another dimension.

amber will ride ethan’s face, as you ride his cock and she’ll hold hands with you.

ambers an actual BEAST in bed, so don’t be surprised if she fucks you till the point of over stimulation.

ethan actually whines sometimes. you love his groans but his whines send you over the edge.

amber on the other hand moans so fucking beautifully. it’s music to your ears along with ethan.

every blue moon ethan will send a video of him jerking off with the sound on. he only does it to tease you both. amber loves it tho, she uses it to get off when she’s away from home.

YES, they both have fucked you in their ghostface costumes before.

you’ll never forget that night istg.

amber one time squirted on your face before. it was her birthday so you wanted to surprise her by letting her sit on your face. i guess your head must’ve been THAT good.

get on top of ethan and ride his bulge, while you suck ambers nipples. god what a sight that must be.

they ADORE your pretty pussy. they love it so fucking much you have no idea.

you once went in front of them in a robe and just flashed them out of nowhere. you couldn’t walk for 3 days after that.

amber is horny ALL the time, so be ready to deal with her touching all over your body every minute. as for ethan, he also gets horny ALL the time. so now you have to deal with BOTH of them.

before you guys got together, when they used to stalk you (they still do) they would go watch you touch yourself and get off to that. sometimes they would even film you and watch it later. (they still do that).

they also sometimes wake up in the middle of night horny asf. once ethan woke up at 2 am and his cock was rock hard, so he first woke up amber, then they both woke you up and it was just heaven from there.

have ethan eat your pussy while amber makes out with you. just do it, you’ll love it.

and also remember when i said they didn’t let you leave? yeah they fucked you so good that night you had no choice but to stay.

they DEGRADE you MOST of the time.

“you’re a fucking slut y/n.”

“you fucking whore.”

stuff like that.

but if you behave, they’ll reward you.

like for example, when amber and ethan went out to kill tara. they told you no leavening and no touching yourself. you obey and when they got home they made love to you as a reward. and also ate your pussy.

if you ever send them nudes while they’re out killing, get ready for a LONG night at home. because these fuckers will make you cum so much that you feel drained. well after a kill they get pretty horny anyway so, i guess you’re fucked.

but all in all, they love you and love giving you pleasure in any type of way!

hope you enjoyed!!

[bluehandscalzonepersona]

The Disciple |1|

Pairing: Jill Roberts x Male Reader

Summary: In which Jill didn't have Charlie, but her exact definition of the ideal Ghostface partner she found in Cinema Club. But will she kill him for her alibi, or stop herself at the end of the road?

Warning(s): Casual Swearing, Teens Drinking

Word Count: 3k+

It was the night for the Stab-A-Thon once again at Woodsboro, with this annual's event taking place at an old mill that was eventually left to rot after it's purpose dried up, pun intended, giving it a haunted crime scene-like-vibe, perfect for a horror movie event. Like always, it was hosted by Charlie Walker, the leader of the Cinema Club, and his two pawns, Robbie Mercer and Y/N L/N. The three of them stand in the back as they watch their guests enjoy the movies, currently at Stab 2 so far.

"And so, that's how Jason Voorhees easily survived and kicked Freddy Kreuger's ass, simple math." Robbie Mercer finishes his pitch about the ending of Freddy vs Jason, the movie from about eight years ago that is still talked about to this day because, well.... why wouldn't it be? "Freddy was in the real world, trying to kill Jason when he couldn't even do it in his own dreamscape."

"That's because Ronny Yu clearly had a boner for the undead Micheal Myers rip-off." Y/N retorts with a small scoff as he finishes this third can of beer, having been drinking to no ends because he's still been on a conflicted run with his crush who already had a boyfriend. Yup, he's one of those people. "If that first fight had actual common sense, Freddy would've realized that all he needed to do was tear off all of Jason's limbs and make him wake back up with no arms or legs. Bam, movie over."

"Wow, the fact that the two of you haven't tried debating all of our guests under the table at this point is mind-baffling." Charlie remarks with a small snort as he shakes his head. "It's a fucking horror movie about two horror icons fighting, with the only sin being that we never got the ending with Pinhead looking down at all of them during the end credits, or that Freddy vs Jason vs Ash was reduced to a comic issue. Pinhead, by the way, will kill them both blindfolded."

"I'm sorry, what?!" Y/N utters as the two right hands rapidly blink at Charlie. "You can't just bring a being with an unfair advantage like that into here. Besides, we all know that Pinhead would pose no threat to Jason once he realizes that there's no 'soul' to tear apart and crap."

The three keep going at it for as long as they can, constantly sipping on their red solo cups and idly watching the movies one by one when a familiar face eventually pass them.

"Hey there, losers." Kirby Reed's teasing voice chimes in, prompting them all to see her rolling in with a cup of her own, shaking it like it's an empty money jar. "Key advice, you might want to bring in some more booze and popcorn next time around, one of your three kegs is already empty."

"Well, as long as it keeps you around." Charlie is quick to reply with a salute of his own cup, causing Y/N and Robbie to share a look at how obvious he's being, for like, the millionth time. But secretly, Y/N knows he wouldn't have much room to talk, especially if the others knew how he felt about a girl.

Speaking of.....

"Hey, Kirby, have you seen Jill around?" Y/N asks the blonde before the two can engage in more queen and minion like banter that is supposed be called 'romantic' in this day and age or something. "I thought we sent them an invite as well."

Kirby snorts loudly in response to hearing that question. "You really think Jill would show up here? This isn't even Trevor Sheldon's scene, and that says a lot about him." She answers bluntly, causing Y/N to bitterly shake his head. "She doesn't even know that the movie is a franchise, and she lives here for irony's sake."

"Well tell her that she's missing out, especially Trevor for that matter." Y/N advises with a look that features a mix of disappointment masked with humor. Kirby simply smirks at him as if amused before walking off to use a make-shift bathroom or something as the three boys turn back to the screen. During which, Y/N takes a very strong gulp of his drink which ends up draining the cup, marking it as his forth beer today, and they're still at Stab 2.

"Hey, join the club, buddy." Charlie remarks as he pats Y/N on the back, only for him to realize the phrasing of his words. "Oh wait! You have! In both ways."

"Not helping man." Y/N mutters with a shake of his head as he looks down at his empty cup with only a droplet of the stuff he shouldn't be drinking yet, disappointed. He's going to be waking up with a hangover tomorrow, that's for certain.

"You know what? I think it's time that we all pact, starting right now." Robbie proposes as he steps closer and pulls both of them into a little hurdle or something, much to their confusion. "Before Senior Year, we vow that at least one of us will get lucky with a girl, sparking an incredible moment for geek history. We can't let our way of life be diminished and tarnished into being nothing but wannabe comic relief characters for slasher films, like that one guy in Freddy vs Jason who I've already forgotten the name of, but still ended up winning the black chick's heart." He declares, before smirking sheepishly at them. "I forgot her name too."

"For some reason, that feels more degrading that inspiring." Y/N comments while making a weird face, probably because Robbie just compared them to meat bag characters who barely even have a last name. "You could've have just used Ricky for your comparison?"

"Okay, stop, before you kill his bomb-ass speech." Charlie sarcastically requests with a look that shows that he's really just making fun of his best friend.

"Hey, screw you both, alright? This is important." Robbie persists with a seemingly serious face, but all it gets from the other two boys is a little bit of laughter. "Whatever, you guys know what I'm talking about." He says before stepping back and raising up his red solo cup. "To film geek history."

Charlie and Y/N share another look before coming to the conclusion that their pal isn't exactly wrong. Crushing on a girl for three years, soon to be four, will not only look bad on their culture, but curse the next High School generation with even more anxiety. The latter knows especially what it's like to have this feeling inside of him, and he'd rather die than have it be ignored.

Yes, a little over the top, but not for him.

"To film geek history." The rest of the geeks chant as they clink or whatever sound red solo cups make when they tap themselves against each other. They take another sip, except for Y/N, who goes to refill his beer.

Something tells him he's going to beat his old record of ten cups by the end of this marathon, if he doesn't empty the kegs by then.

Little did he know, fate was on his side the second that pact was made.

A few weeks later, Y/N was driving his car back to his place now that school was over. Summer break is beginning tomorrow, and he couldn't contain his excitement because it finally meant that he would be able to be the person he wants to be rather than the good boy who act to get his act together for the sake of a grade.

He was maybe pushing himself a little too fast to get to home as fast as possible, as he ended up getting the Sheriff's attention with his speed. "Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Hey! Twenty-Five! Stay alive!" Dewey Riley barked at him loud enough that Y/N heard it.

"Oh shit!" Y/N utters as he frantically presses on his breaks to lower his millimeter, lowering his passenger window to shout back. "Sorry Sheriff!" He apologizes before putting his eyes back on the road, while the older man scoffs with a disappointed shake of his head.

"Kids...." Dewey mutters.

With a now smoother pace, Y/N kept himself in control as he continued down the roads of the suburbs at a more legal speed. The last thing he needs to do is to get on the kindest policeman's bad side by running into another car and getting the 'I'm not mad, I'm disappointed' kind of pep talk from Dewey. One can only imagine how that would make them look.

As his eyes idly glances at the other houses containing most of his neighbor/fellow film geeks, he eventually notices one scene that strikes him as wrong.

He catches Jill Roberts marching out of a house that, if his address memory is correct, is not hers. Yes, he knows her street name/number as well, don't ask questions. The way she retreats out of the house as if she got forced out of it like in Red Alert gives him the clue that she has just learned something she regrets figuring out.

Still remembering the pact he once made with his Cinema Club friends, or maybe he just has a psychic's kind of intuition, he rolls up and stops in front of the sidewalk leading up to the house. Jill stops in her tracks when his vehicle suddenly appears right in front of her. "Hey, is someone being killed in there?" Y/N asks her jokingly with his passenger door still lowered.

Jill glances between him and the house, and instead of answering the question, she swiftly hops into the car without needing to ask for it to be unlocked. "Please, just get the fuck out of here." She pleads with a voice Y/N realizes is on the emotional side, letting out a small sniffle which indicates that she's currently on the edge of crying.

Taking the cue fairly easily, Y/N complies and rolls up his windows before driving away. Just before the house is out of sight though, he notices Trevor Sheldon frantically running out with a panicked face as if having planned to follow her and 'explain things' before she disappeared on him. A little follow up on his original comment, that is not his house either.

"What the heck happened back there?" Y/N couldn't help but ask the second they were at least a block away from that house, still keeping his eyes on the road, but glancing at Jill with a perplexed face. The second he saw that Jill was in distress, he couldn't help but feel angry earlier. That was probably why he was quick to pull up earlier.

"Trevor, that..... son of a bitch...." Jill, despite her emotional state, still answers for him in a way that indicates she really needs to vent this shit out before she unleashes whatever negative emotions she's feeling onto him. "He was sleeping with that.... that slut, Jenny!" She reveals with her hand over her face, clearly in the mood to use such a harsh word for another girl. "I fucking knew it. I followed that asshole and I caught those sons of...." She stops herself to hold in another sob threatening to break loose.

Jenny Randal, Y/N somewhat recognized that name. To be completely honest, he's not surprised that not only was it her that was the problem, but that Trevor ended up cheating. Something about him always seemed bored with the world, something that would make him take a risk like that for the sake of enjoyment. It's what made him stupid enough to get caught, Y/N reckons.

"Damn....." Y/N mutters as he lets out a small whistle. "I am.... I'm sorry to hear that."

"I just can't fucking believing it...." Jill seethes as she clenches a fist while looking out the window, as if worried how Y/N will see her if he catches at least one tear rolling down her cheek. "I..... he.... we had sex. He wanted it, and I fucking gave it to him, and this is the shit that he pulls?!" She curses up a storm as she is a few words away from shouting the car up.

Y/N meanwhile, grips the wheel a little bit tightly with both hands when he hears what she is saying. Trevor was her first? Are you fucking kidding? The fact that this was the outcome can't help but make him think that his might be a blessing in disguise, his calling sign. That may be selfish as fuck to believe, but when has he ever put his needs before others?

He's a slave to the devil, a slave to his emotions, and his lust.

"Wow, talk about a gut-wrenching plot twist." Y/N remarks out loud before his silence kills the mood, though that probably wasn't the best thing to say either. "Sorry...." He quickly apologizes to her with a guilty glance. "It's just.... you know, not cool."

"Yeah." Jill replies quietly as she rubs her forehead with one hand, which Y/N suspects is kind of her way of saying, 'no shit, sherlock, you want a lollipop for that?' After a few minutes, they finally come to their destination, one of theirs, at least. "Hey, this is...." Jill is about to point out her house, only for Y/N to already be parking his car in front of it before she could even get the first word out. "Thanks." She says in a slightly uneasy look, not sure how to take him knowing her house faster than she did.

"No problem." Y/N replies with a big smile, tapping on his wheel as he watches her get out with a face that's still able to hide her emotions inside. Or maybe.... they're slowly fading away with every passing second, knowing that tears aren't going to fix the obvious break-up that's about to happen via text message.

Oooh, that would be the icing on the cake. Breaking up with your cheater on the phone, the ultimate revenge that would most certainly fit the crime.

"Hey! Jill!" Y/N loudly calls out to her as he finds himself getting out of his car without thinking once again. Thankfully, Jill stops and turns around, blinking at his actions. "I know I already said this, but just to make it, um..... you know, feel genuine...." He walks towards her, but only in a platonic distance. "I'm really sorry this happened to you." He expresses to her, earnestly meaning it. To see her in pain makes him hurt, but in a.... third party, kind of way.

"Thanks, but.... I'll be fine." Jill promises him as she quickly wipes her eyes of any tears she feels is burning under her eyelids, understanding there's no use anymore in trying to hide them from him. "I guess I should've expected this, being Sidney Prescott's cousin. It makes sense that all anyone ever sees me as is a..... a real-life definition of a plot device."

"I don't think that way." Y/N is quick to retort, seeing her materialization as something much more important than that. And if there's any time to say it, now would be a good time, but more just to make her feel better. "Honestly, I see you more as the...... the main character everyone adores for ten decades or so." He tells her honestly, his film geek way of saying that she matters to him.

Jill giggles when he hears it, glancing down as if not expecting it. "Um.... thanks, Y/N." She replies with a seemingly quiet, blushing tone. Hearing her say his name laced with gratitude makes Y/N smile a bit, even if romantic body language is not the best time here.

She seems to notice it though, the way his smile is formed. The way his eyes stare at her as if she's a goddess that has been cursed with a sin that nobody should be tainted by. Her expression changes slightly as if gears start rolling in her mind. Y/N can't exactly comprehend what she's feeling, but it seems like a dark venomous cloud as whispered in her ear.

"I... I need to go, tell everyone what happened." Jill mentions as she nods towards her house, her eyes looking like they aren't in the mood to shed tears anymore. "But, um...." She bites her lip, taking a few steps closer towards him. Then, to his surprise, she slowly leans her face closer to his and softly kisses him. "I'll see you later."

She then walks away with a seemingly bright smile before she eventually enters her house and closes the door behind her. Y/N feels glued to the floor as he processes that action. His mind is practically shouting at himself with excitement, Jill Robers just fucking kissed him.

But he shouldn't be thinking that way. Jill just got hit with the most heart-breaking scene no girl should ever have witnessed. Giving a boy that kind of affection five minutes later is usually never possible.

Why did she just do that?

Meanwhile, as Jill enters her home, a twisted smile creeps up on her lips. She is not an idiot, she could see the glint in Y/N's eyes. She knows what he was after, what all guys are after. One could say she jumped a little too quickly to take advantage of it, but she's glad that she did. Already, her original thoughts of sorrow and pain are blending together into ideals of revenge.

She is not going to be remembered as the cousin of Sidney who got fucked and dumped just like she did, but with the difference of being tossed away like yesterday's newspaper. Oh, hell to the fucking no. She's fed up with horrible and depressing life, this hand that she's been delt. She's going to take some new cards, slide them under her sleeves, and make an entirely new script staring Jill Roberts' story.

She's going to make the world know her name, starting with her new toy. The only question now, is how she is going to pull that off. Hmm.... ideas... ideas. She has a lot of planning to do.

Good thing the summer will give her plenty of time to get on to it.

[floralcyanide]

˚₊✩‧₊◜kinktober 2023! ―

― day three ⛧ blood play

Ghostface!Charlie Walker x Ghostface!Reader

You and Charlie celebrate a successful night with the traces of your crime. (Charlie and reader are 18+)

warnings: smut, blood kink, mentions and descriptions of blood, spit kink, mentions of murder, mentions of serial murder, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, oral sex (f receiving), blood play, Charlie and reader are 18+

word count: 1096

author's note: everyone give it up for day 3!! I loved writing this one ugh there's something that makes me feral about Charlie. I hope everyone is having a great October so far and please enjoy this fic! feedback is much appreciated <3

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this fic has been cross posted to ao3.

ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴘʏ, ʀᴇᴘʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴇ, ᴏʀ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀs ᴏɴ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ, ᴀᴏ3, ᴡᴀᴛᴛᴘᴀᴅ, ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴡᴇʙsɪᴛᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴜsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ɪɴ ᴀɪ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛᴏʀs ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀʀᴛɪғɪᴄɪᴀʟ ɪɴᴛᴇʟʟɪɢᴇɴᴄᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀʏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴜsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ᴛᴏ sᴇʟʟ ғᴏʀ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴏɴ.

It was a thrilling kill, to say the least. Finally, Robbie has shut the hell up forever, and it was all by you and Charlie’s hands. You take pride in it- being covered in Robbie’s blood. Everyone in the house is dead, and everything has gone according to plan. Now, all that needs to be done is celebrate. You and Charlie drive as fast as possible to your house, sneaking back up the tree by your bedroom window and climbing through it. Once both of you silently land on the floor, Charlie grabs your face and kisses you passionately. 

“We did it,” he whispers, a prideful gleam in his eye.

His face is covered in the light of the bedside lamp on the table, making him look softer than usual. But his eyes tell another story. They’re growing darker as they stare into yours. You can feel Robbie’s blood turning cold against your skin, where it soaked through the Ghostface cloak. You waste no time peeling off the costume, tossing it to the floor. You maintain eye contact with Charlie as he does the same. He reaches for your blood-soaked t-shirt, pulling it over your head as he reconnects his lips with yours. Even your bra is ruined with poor Robbie’s blood, but you don’t care. You don’t hesitate to remove it while Charlie attacks your mouth with his tongue. His hands move everywhere on your exposed body, rubbing the blood across your skin. There’s a splatter of it on Charlie’s cheek, and you pull away from his kiss before moving your face to the side to lick it off. 

“Fuck,” Charlie mutters under his breath, grabbing you by the hips, “I so want you right now.”

“Then have me,” you grin, tugging at his shirt that was almost sopped with blood. 

The red substance is smeared on Charlie’s chest after he removes the shirt, and you playfully draw a heart in it. Charlie shoves you onto your bed, climbing on top of you before roughly kissing along your throat. You press your chest against Charlie’s, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him closer. The kiss becomes more heated when Charlie pushes his knee against your clothed core, adding much-needed friction. You start grinding against his knee softly, moaning into the kiss. Charlie pulls away momentarily to yank your slightly bloody jeans off your legs, letting them fall to the floor. He scrambles to remove his own pants and kicks them off his ankles. Charlie wastes no time teasing you through your underwear, letting a wet spot gather at your covered entrance before pulling off the garments. He buries his face into you immediately, licking a fat stripe up your slit and relishing in your taste. Charlie moans, shutting his eyes as he starts lapping at you. You grab his hair, pushing it away from his face so he can focus on eating you out. Charlie slips a finger inside you, focusing his tongue on your clit as his eyes meet yours. You’re trying your best to keep quiet as your family is asleep. 

Adding a second finger, Charlie moves to lick at your stomach and breasts, spreading blood around your torso as he does so. He takes the blood and lets it mix with his spit before he spats on your pussy, removing his fingers to replace them with his length. Charlie spreads his saliva around with the tip of his cock before pushing into you slowly. You cover your mouth with your arm so you don’t accidentally cry out too loudly. Charlie guides himself into you until he reaches the hilt, sighing at the feeling of you clenching around him. He spreads the remainder of the blood along your tits with his hands covered in drying blood. Despite the gloves he wore, blood still soaked through the cloak sleeves and ran down Charlie’s arms and past his wrists. Usually, the idea of blood made you feel queasy, but after tonight, you’ve seen enough of it to be desensitized to the nausea. It even turns you on now. 

“Taking my cock so well, baby,” Charlie coos, slapping your left breast, watching in delight as it bounces and makes your nipple more erect.

You moan when Charlie hits that sweet spot inside you. Charlie lifts your legs to place them on his shoulders to fuck you deeper than before. The sound of muffled moans and your bed slightly squeaking almost drowns out the high-pitched sirens going down the street.

“Wonder where they’re headed to?” you joke, a sick grin on your face.

“Guess we’ll find out tomorrow,” Charlie smiles at you, squeezing your bloody tits.

You’re gripping his taut arm muscles as he holds your hip with one hand and the sheets with the other. Charlie picks up the speed of his thrusts, and you swivel your hips in time with his. You feel the familiar warmth spreading through your body as your orgasm approaches. Charlie reaches down between the two of you and starts to rub your clit with the mixture of the blood, spit, and arousal that still seeped out of you from moments before. The slipperiness allows more effortless movement of the bundle of nerves, sending your body into overdrive. Your legs tremble on Charlie’s shoulders as your knees clamp around his head. 

“That’s it, cum for me,” Charlie coaxes, “So beautiful.”

Charlie hurriedly pulls out before he finishes, his hot cum spurting onto your chest. You’re both panting, trying to catch your breath as your highs come down. You were covered in sweat, blood, spit, and cum and desperately needed a shower. Especially since you had class in the morning. 

“Wanna shower? Then you have to go,” you ask before giving Charlie a playful pout.

“Absolutely,” Charlie sighs, climbing off your bed and holding a hand out for you to grab. After showering and watching Charlie climb out of your window and down the tree, you think about tomorrow and what it will bring. Hopefully, you and Charlie were careful enough. You look over at your bloody clothes and cloak, deciding that you should probably go into the backyard and burn them before morning. So you spend the next hour dousing the clothing in lighter fluid and dropping a match into the metal trash canister where you tossed them. You watch as the flames lick away the fabric, blackness taking over your old and no longer white shirt that was soaked with Robbie’s blood. Poor Robbie, you think, he would’ve had a blast filming people at school tomorrow. Oh well.

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[stories4thepack]

Betrayal

Tara Carpenter x fem!reader

When Tara finds out your both alive and Ghostface, but she hopes that the girl she knows is still inside you somewhere.

Warnings: blood, gore, suicidal thought, pain, stabbing, mentions of getting shot, swearing, reader being slight simp. (If I’ve forgotten anything, let me know)

(If this is good, I might make a part 2)

Tara was afraid

Afraid of the one person who swore would never hurt her.

She watched, tears burning in her eyes, as you slowly pulled the Ghostface mask off your head. Your hair flowing over your shoulders, a sad smile on your face. You stood slightly behind the others, darkness covering the left side of your body.

You met Tara’s horrified gaze, eyes quickly scanning her body as you had after every Ghostface attack. Checking if she was injured. Tara hoped it was out of kindness, instead of the darker horrors that pounded her head. The Images of you killer her.

And her killing you…

A tear escaped from her eye, sliding down her cheek. You took a step forward as if to comfort her, but when your girlfriend flinched, you backed away. Almost seeming hurt by her response.

“What did I tell you y/n? They don’t care about you, that’s why you’re here, you’re a part of the family now.”

Bailey laughed, his words having a strange effect on you as your body stiffened like a dog obeying a command.

Tara wanted to hit him, knowing that he was feeding you his evil, Ghostface plans. Turing you into a version of himself. God, it made her both fearful and sick.

She watched as all your emotion left your face, as your hand tightened around your knife. Tara had watched the light leave your eyes, felt your blood seeping through her fingers, she cried over your body, screamed your name. It felt like looking at your corpse all over again, no life, no glow in your eyes.

She could only just see the wound across your left eye, images of Ghost face slashing your face still fresh in her mind. You weren’t standing as tall as the other three, your free hand slightly over your stomach, your no doubt still in pain from being stabbed there. Stabbed nine times. Tara had counted. She had tried to stop your bleeding. But nine wounds. All spilling blood. Your blood. There was no way she could of saved you.

“So, your alive”

Sam stated, her eyes slowly darkening, she was ready to kill you all. The others laughed around you, one of them patting your back firmly.

“She did die, for about three minutes. Ethan did too good a job.”

Quinn cackled, beginning to circle the two sisters, Ethan following suit. You turned to Bailey, meeting his crazy, excited eyes. He smiled.

Smiled at you like a Father smiling at his daughter.

It almost made you want to turn back around, carve up his victims just to make him proud.

“We did have an agreement.”

You mutter, not wanting the girl you loved to hear, you didn’t want to hurt her more than you already had.

But hear she did.

“Agreement?”

Tara spat, the sympathy leaving her face and hatred burning in her voice. You looked slowly towards her, and that’s when she saw it. The lights above you finally showing the side of your face and the many stitches covering your skin. She could see the fresh wound across your eye from when Ghostface, when Ethan had stabbed you. Tara couldn’t see your bright pupils, your eye had become a dreadful grey.

You had lost your sight.

And Tara hated that, because it gave you a weak side. A side Sam would kill you from. Your voice was weak as you spoke, snapping Tara out of her thoughts.

“I do not want to be present when they kill you Tara,”

You spoke, your voice breaking slightly as you said her name. Bailey placed a Fatherly hand on your shoulder, a strong, dangerous smile on his face.

“And while they do this job, I do mine.”

You said, turning back to him and pulling the mask back over your face with ease, like you had worn it a dozen times in the three days you were ‘dead’.

You held your knife, the light revealing the already blood stained blade. It was terrifying, knowing you were under that mask, knowing that there was a good chance you had already killed before, and that you were going to again.

“So, what are you going to do? Finish off Gale and Mindy?”

Sam spat at you, as you turned to them as you began to leave. You tilted your head in mock curiosity, the mask seemingly grinning at them. Or perhaps you were trying to express some form of apology. But Tara couldn’t guess which it was, the mask making her feel sick with fear.

“No, that’s his job,”

Ghostface spoke, the voice modulator changing your calm, if not scared voice to one of pure determination. You nodded towards Bailey as you spoke, gripping your knife tightly enough that Tara saw your black glove tighten around your knuckles. You spun around, walking away from them as you spoke.

“They are getting their revenge; I am getting mine.”

And both Carpenters understood. Mike. You were going to kill Mike. The one Boy who had treated you like shit your entire life. The boy who was the reason you were terrified to step out of the house.

“Y/n, No!”

Sam yelled after you, the sudden desperation in her voice enough to make you stop, the girls stared at the back of your hooded head. You made no move to look behind you, so Sam continued, the love she had for you exposed in her words.

“If you kill him, there is no turning back, you will never be Y/n anymore, just Ghostface, is that what you want? To no longer have anyone to love you?”

There is silence, everyone waiting for your answer, your life on the line if you responded incorrectly. You knew that Ethan was very happy to kill you off, finish the job he had so enjoyed.

So, you told them the truth, without looking behind you. The voice modulator makes your words somehow seem more broken than they already are.

“Y/n died in Tara’s arms three days ago.”

The three Bailey’s cackle as Tara watches you leave. She’s hurt, like all the air had been punched out of her by a ledge hammer. It hurt more than being stabbed. And in that moment, she swore that she would tear Ethan apart for what he did to you.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

You stood over Mike’s body, blood dripping from your knife and covering your black robes. Your breath was heavy, but your body was filled with the incredible sense of justice and a thrill that you couldn’t help but smile at.

Your foot kicked his corpse hard, the final hate filled strike you could inflict on him. His gut had been torn open by several, deliberately careless slashes to his stomach, his right arm had been cut so badly that you could see the bone, the sight causing your dead victim’s screams to repeat in a joyful chorus in your ears.

But the part you were most proud of was his face. The final touch to your masterpiece. Both his eyes had deep stabs below and above the sockets, infact, one of his eyes hung from the side of his face as a reward for your efforts.

You lifted your arms, left hand wiping the blood of the blade in the classic Ghost face’s style. You couldn’t help it, you wanted your first kill to be exactly as both yours and Tara’s was. The same wounds, the same call. Everything. Including the blade wipe.

You wanted Mike to suffer as you both had suffered.

“I think I agree with you Mike,”

You laughed, turning off the voice modulator so the corpse could hear the hate in your words.

“It would be better if Ghost face had killed me. Then you would be alive. “

You stared at his corpse for a second, taking in each and every wound. Feeling the thrill of the kill flow through your veins. You smirked, suddenly understanding why Ethan had enjoyed attacking you so much.

“There is no way that those three survived. “

You laughed at the corpse, your muscle aching slightly from the effort that it took to pin the boy to the floor.

“Sam would of killed two of them, Tara the third. My bet is on Quinn, Tara will have given her an ending like she gave Amber. Bullet to the head. Fast way to go!”

You laughed slightly, but the longer you looked at his body, the faster the adrenaline faded, slowly being replaced by a gut twisting sense of guilt. You turned away, not wanting to return to being the weak, scared little girl you were moments ago. Not wanting to go back to Mindy, Chad, Sam….

To Tara

God! Tara was alive, you knew Tara was alive. No one would be able to kill her. And she would be after you. Sam, daughter of a fucking serial killer, not far behind.

“Shit!”

You almost shouted, suddenly fearful of the two girls. Would you be carved up like Richie? Burnt like Amber, or perhaps Tara would be kind. A bullet to the head. That was a quick, near painless death. Maybe you could ask her to do that? You had a gun tucked into the back of your belt, maybe, you could pull the trigger before they found you?

No, you weren’t going to die.

And just like that, with that final thought, Detective Wayne Bailey spoke in your ear. Giving you that same Fatherly advice he had for the last three days. His voice was gentle, but his words were cruel.

“Kill then first!”

Perhaps you would have to…

If that was the cost of survival!

[yandereloveraw]

Danny! Y/N being jealous of Archie

[fromduck]

Me with you guys simping over hot men

[happy74827]

Oh the Deadpool tag is trending? I wonder why—

… oh

[gh0stsp1d3r]

୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ. this is the face nerd!Rafe makes when u give him head for the first time ever… yeah…

A heated make out session with his extremely hot tutee already felt like he was acting out some weird fantasy he’s seen in his favorite porno’s. But this? Oh, this was being saved in his memory for the rest of his life.

Your hands traveled down his body, giving him a small smirk as you kissed the skin of his stomach, pulling your tongue out and licking his happy trail, your hands moving to his belt, throwing it off of him. He watched eagerly, his eyes widening as you pulled off his pants and then his boxers, his hard cock springing against his stomach.

“You’re bigger than I thought you would be.” You mused, a shade of pink covering his cheeks now.

You went back up to kiss him again, his lips hungrily moving against your soft ones. You pulled away after a moment, and traveled back down to his cock.

“Wait, wait, are you sure?”

“More than sure.”

Oh fuck. That was hot.

His hips bucked when your mouth finally wrapped around his aching tip, letting out a low moan.

“Oh shit.” He murmured, his hands flying to your head. You put your hands at the base of his cock, while you let your mouth work around his girth. You swirled your tongue around it, and he felt like he was going to ascend into whatever heaven there was.

“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck.” He groaned out breathily when you looked up at him through your lashes, “you’re- you’re really fucking pretty.” He let out a noise that could only be compared to a whine, his hands tangling further in your hair, gently pulling at it without even realizing. His mouth formed an ‘O’ shape as he stared down at you, his eyebrows creasing together.

You set a faster pace, your mouth speedily moving up and down on his length, while he let out the most delicious sounds you think a person could make. You felt drool forming on the corner of your mouth.

His head fell back on the pillows behind him, despite his attempts to keep looking at you. He raised his head again, letting out a guttural groan when you swirled your tongue once again.

“Y/n-“ he spoke, you still looking up at him with those beautiful eyes that were slowly killing him. He couldn’t take it anymore. You felt his warm cum shoot into your mouth, him letting out a shocked groan, his head falling back against the pillow again.

You pulled away, kitten licking the tip of his cock, swallowing all of his seed.

“Oh god, oh god, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” He spoke rather embarrassed, covering his face with his hands. You smiled at him, tilting your head in confusion.

“You’re okay.” You said with a giggle, him looking at you now, moving his hands away from his face.

He gave you a sweet smile, “Uhm.. thank you. You’re- uhm- really, fucking good at that.”

“Really? Thank you…” you replied. He blushed under your gaze, and you smiled at his shyness. It was adorable.

He sat up on the bed, moving closer to you now. “Uhm… this might be a little… late, but, I- I really like you. And I was wondering if- uh- if maybe you’d wanna go on a date with me? Like- like a real one. With clothes, maybe.” He said with a nervous chuckle, you laughing along.

“I’d love to,” you replied, raising your hand so you could cradle his face, the both of your lips touching again, and the both of you falling back into his sheets.

[dreamerimpossible]

Slashers kinks

Warnings: +18 content, dark content manipulation, obsession, unhealthy relationships, many kinks...

Characters: Michael Myers, Chucky, Billy Loomis, Stu Macher, Patrick Bateman, Hannibal Lecter, Vincent Sinclair, Jason Voorhees, Leatherface, Art The Clown, Jason Dean, Alex DeLarge, Kurt Kunkle, Sweetly Slasher, Brahms.

Michael Myers

I've already said in my previous headcanons that I don't consider Michael Myers to be really interested in sex. However, if you manage to catch his attention, he would be inclined to:

Hunter/Prey: This one is too obvious, isn't it? It would certainly keep its essence if that primary desire for you was awakened. Chasing and killing is something that fascinates him enormously. But since he saw you running away from him, eager for him to catch you... the feeling of pleasure went straight to his cock. Seeing you so vulnerable and innocent before him is a sight that always makes him get hard in his pants. He chases you walking calmly. Just one push is enough to immobilize you.

Corruption: Another way to awaken his sexual appetite is to be the perfect prey to corrupt. Both sexually and mentally. He would like everyone to know that you are no longer as innocent as you were at the beginning. That your skin has the name of Michael Myers marked forever.

Knife Play: A must. He will do everything to you with his knife. He'll make marks on you, both superficial and not so superficial. He'll write things on your skin, like his name. He'll be violent and brutal. Your skin will be scarred. He loves to watch you fall apart in pain and pleasure. It's a show no one else could give him.

Chucky

He doesn't actually have as many kinks as you might think. He's a man of simple tastes…

Lingerie: Coming home and seeing you in lingerie is a surprise that will never bore him. Like I said, he's a simple man. Do that, don't tease him too much and you'll have him. It's that simple. He's on top of you in an instant, he won't listen to you if you tell him not to touch him and shit like that. He doesn't listen to anyone and he'll take what he wants.

Lap dances: Literally canonical. Sit him down and do a nice lap dance for him. He'll be mesmerized by your moves. He'll have a mischievous smile the whole time. His eyes will sparkle with lust. Finally, he couldn't hold back any longer. Also, it could work pretty well to make him jealous on purpose. He'll be aggressive with you back and it'll be rough sex.

Praise Kink: Praise him. Seriously. Do it. It'll boost his ego and he might give you a compliment back, telling you what a good girl you're being for him and that you're the best he could ever have. Give him your best compliments and he'll do it right back. He'll tell you that you're the best he's ever had and that he can never replace you and shit. I'm not saying he's lying, but let's just say he'll exaggerate his compliments because he's too turned on not to tell you what you want to hear.

Billy Loomis

Roleplay: The best roleplay here will be ghostface and his victim. He gets a huge turn on from seeing you in that vulnerable state, acting like a dumb girl who needs help. Every time he sees you like that he can't stand it. He needs to take out his violent frustrations on you. It's irresistible. Sometimes he won't even tell you it's role-playing, he wants you to believe he's genuinely considering harming you, it's kind of twisted. But you already knew that.

Cream-pie: He won't use a condom, he wants it to be just risky enough. He needs to fill you completely with his seed and see for a second the fear in your eyes. He will never give that up. He needs to mark you over and over again with his semen. He'll tell you how no one will love you if they know all the dirty things you've done for him.

Dirty talk: He'll tell you the worst things you'll ever hear. He'll threaten to kill you and say he won't if you agree to be his good bitch. He'll tell you all the things he could do to you while showing you his knife. He wants you to feel degraded and unable to help the pain building in your chest and the excitement you're experiencing in your crotch. He'll make fun of how turned on you are and increase the level of his insults.

Stu Macher

Threesome: At some point they'll have a threesome with Billy. It's guaranteed. He'll like watching you fuck and destroy you. The feeling of power they have over you drives him crazy. Being completely willing to him and his desires. It's all he's ever wanted. Billy, on the other hand, also likes to be in control of everything. So having you will be just another example of that. They both treat you like you're their whore, so your opinion doesn't matter much when it comes to what they do. Your moans are the only thing they care about.

Voyeurism: Watching you masturbate is something he'll do often. There will be days when you won't even notice he's there, watching you. But he'll be there. He'll leave minutes after you reach your orgasm. He likes the feeling of watching and being absolutely crazy to touch you and not always being able to. Torturously wonderful.

Phone sex: Every day before he makes his appearance as ghostface he tries to call you and say dirty things to you over the phone. He uses his voice changer. Things get hot quickly. When you ask him to go finish what he started, he just hangs up. He doesn't have time for that. He wants to leave you wanting and make you beg for him once he comes to visit you. He expects nothing less.

Patrick Bateman

Humiliation: He loves anything that involves humiliating you while he is in a position of superiority over you. It turns him on that you feel embarrassed and want to keep pleasing him even though he is fucking cruel to you. He will probably make you lick his shoes or make you cum on them. He might threaten you in your ear while they are doing it.

Master/Slave: This goes hand in hand with the previous kink. He will make you kneel before him and do everything he tells you. This could be extrapolated outside the bedroom to be honest, he is very controlling. You will always have to treat him with respect and he will punish you harshly if you reveal against him or make him feel that you have some discontent. His wishes are his command and he could openly express your position in the relationship in front of others.

Mirror sex: I suppose this does not surprise you. If he has a long-term relationship with you, he will not only enjoy seeing himself, but he will like seeing you too. It's a kind of pleasure that's been building up with you. It's become addictive to see your faces in the mirror, watching your body crumble under his touches and thrusts. He just can't get enough.

Hannibal

Discipline: I firmly believe that Hannibal will start to show his sexual kinks if he has control over you. At first, he will be totally vanilla and show no hint of wanting anything more. Later, after a while and he can see the obedience you show him, he will start punishing you sexually on certain occasions. He will discipline you in ways that will hurt. He will like to see how you change your behaviors when you feel pain. It's a good show for him.

Threesome: This one comes up again, because...he would have a threesome with Will Graham. It's so terribly obvious that it didn't even need to be put in. But it could become a recurring fantasy and something he would do more than once. The perversion, darkness, and secrets you share with each other would make him terribly hard. Having control of both of you really turns his sexual desire up. Not that you're complaining.

Begging: You have to beg him. Seriously, do it. It doesn't matter how committed you are to this. Do it. He'll like it when you get into an inferior position. If you're crying out in pleasure and need his help to have your orgasm, it'll be a nice image for him. If you're being bratty and pretending to beg him to get in the mood, he'll oblige (after disciplining you, of course).

Vincent Sinclair

Wax play: Another one that was awfully obvious. He'll blindfold you and drip hot wax over your body. Your shaky sighs of pain and pleasure will drive him crazy, but he's a patient man, he'll wait until he's satisfied and take his time, as it's the best thing he's done in a long period. He'll caress your thighs while you suppress a slight moan of pain. It's his way of comforting you, but he won't let you off the hook.

Vouyerism: He'll appreciate you lying naked while he's doing his job. He'll get distracted a few times by you, but he won't do anything until he's done. He likes to have a little desperation for you. You are the prettiest thing he has ever seen in his life, the most beautiful. And that is already a huge compliment coming from him. He wants your figure to always be in his memory. And he will keep you as long as he can.

Breeding kink: He wants to keep you and he is too excited by the idea of ​​getting you pregnant. He wants you to stay with him forever and not be able to escape from him. If he gets you pregnant, he will never have insecurities about it again and he could be with you and have you all to himself all the time. The orgasm is very strong when he paints your walls white and sees his cum coming out of you.

Jason Voorhees

Blowjob: At first, he would feel quite guilty while seeing your pretty lips wrapped around his penis. Afterwards, he would get used to it, but he would simply make you decide the pace. He would feel quite lustful and dirty if he makes you choke on his cock. He feels bad when he knows it would turn him on too much to ever do it…

Lap-dancing: His body will respond on its own when he sees your hips moving on him to the music. He will soon discover that he cannot resist you. It is impossible. His hands will grab your waist and he will squeeze it tightly. It will be very easy for him to grab you and drag you to the bed. You know it is the easiest way to provoke him, he will never be able to resist your half naked body on top of him, teasing you, without caring at all. He might think badly of you at first, but that feeling is replaced by the inevitable guilty desire. Which makes you irresistible.

Mutual masturbation: This is the best way to give body worship. He will do his best to give you pleasure and you will hear his grunts when you give him pleasure. He will become so desperate that he will want to hear your moan of orgasmic pleasure quickly. He lives to see your body tremble for him, begging him to make you cum.

Leatherface

Praise kink: He needs to be praised by you. Feeling that he is important to you and that you look at him with eyes of desire will always get him going. Praise how strong he is, how well he takes care of you, how safe you feel with him. Tell him those things and he will be around your finger. You don't need anything else.

Vouyerism: He will watch you while you touch yourself. At all times. Sometimes he will demand that you touch yourself in front of him, other times he will watch you secretly. He will like to see your fluids on your fingers and will be hypnotized by the sight of your wet and hot intimacy. He will want to enter but he doesn't want you to see him as a total pervert. He prefers to stay with the desire. At least at first. Afterwards, he will be more shameless.

Blood play: He likes blood, so it is not unusual for him to get excited seeing the blood of victims on you. You will have sex while both have their clothes and bodies stained with blood. If you ever felt shy or guilty about what they do, it quickly goes away. You're likely to be absolutely shameless afterwards. The kink quickly becomes routine, he's practically always covered in blood and will act on his impulses at a moment's notice.

Art The Clown

If I'm honest, I could have written something worse.

Free use: He'll use you at any time. In front of victims, at the mall, at a bar. Obviously he won't ask and he won't stop in case you're embarrassed or don't want to. You're his toy and the maximum compassion he'll have towards you will be to leave you alive. So, thank him. Thank him while Vicky mocks you for being a bitch. Thank him while the man dressed as Santa looks at you in horror. Thank him while you're being thrown out of that Halloween store forever. Just... thank him, okay?

Glory Hole: Obviously only he will be able to fuck you. He likes to remind both you and himself that you're just a hole for him. He'll fuck you and make cuts on your legs, making you understand that he could kill you at any time and that, in fact, it would be quite painful for you. He likes to hear your crying and how you try to escape. You're just so good at satisfying him.

Forced orgasm: He'll use toys to make you cry. You'll be on the verge of overstimulation, to the point that you can't fully control or enjoy the forced pleasure he's giving you. According to him, things aren't all that good without deep pain. So, watching you beg for him to stop is the best thing you can give him at that moment.

Jason Dean

Gun play/Gun kink: Another one that's obvious. He'll use his gun as both a show of power and a sex toy. You might see him threaten you with his gun too if you've upset him. He'll tell you that he owns you and that's why he has all of you in his hands. It's a psychological game that he loves. If you're submissive, you'll practically be drooling at his power. If that's the case, he'll become more obsessed with you.

Hunter/Prey: He's fucking good at hunting. It's a twisted game that he'll repeat over and over. It'll be much better if you use the safe word as little as possible. He'll give you time to escape and he'll play psychological games with you, saying scathing words and phrases to you. He'll find you every time and take what's coming to him. You might get too dirty if he wants to play it out in a forest.

Exhibitionism: He'll definitely fuck you before he ends someone's life. He'll do it in front of them and put on the best show. It's much better if the person watching you is attracted to you. That scenario is the one he likes the most. It's addictive for him to humiliate someone who can never have you. It's one of his many twisted fantasies.

Alex DeLarge

If I'm honest, I could have written something worse x2. Let's see, it's clear what his kinks are; among them, there is noncon. But in my analysis I doubt he does this to his partner, but this is not out of respect or anything like that, the real reason is that he needs to keep you by his side and for you to see him as your leader willingly and to follow his wishes always. For that, he needs to avoid you hating him. Therefore, he will not force you. The only scenario in which I see him doing this is if he no longer wants anything with you and needs to end the relationship somehow or you rebel against him like his droogs did. That said, his kinks:

Gangbang: Yes, he is a possessive man and all that. But, listen, give me a chance. He, at the beginning of meeting you, will not be attached to you enough to prevent this perversion from coming to light. I definitely see him being a jerk and he will definitely tell you that to enter his group you will have to sleep with everyone. I can see this happening in the first few months. Obviously none of them are detail-oriented or anything like that. Afterwards, when Alex becomes attached to you, it will no longer happen, because you will be his property.

Deep throat: If he hears you gag, it's better. He doesn't need you to try hard to limit it. He wants to hear how you struggle to take him. He needs to see the tears running down your cheeks. He needs to feel your throat every time he goes deep inside you. He won't even apologize. He'll like it when your throat hurts afterwards.

Exhibitionism: Another one that is obvious, but is a must. He needs to have sex with you in front of many people. He needs them to see how he gives you pleasure, how everyone envies him. He wants everyone to want to have you but no one can, to look at your body with morbidity, but to never be able to have you. He needs to see the look of disgust on conservative people's faces. It's his ultimate fantasy.

Kurt Kunkle

Angry sex: This will happen often. He always does what he wants and gets absolutely careless with you. So you'll be angry for a long time and the best way to let it out is by having angry sex with him. It's the only way, as he won't listen to reason and will keep doing whatever he wants. Hit him, degrade him and make fun of him. He'll let you do whatever you want. He'll laugh if you're too cruel.

Cam sex: This isn't even surprising. He'll be turned on by fame, so it will turn him on to have sex in front of a lot of people watching. He'll keep his followers happy, so he'll tell you anything they suggest he tell you. So you'd have to be pretty shameless to be with him, as you might come off pretty degraded and pretty much everyone will see you as just a sex toy for entertainment.

Sexting: They'll do this a lot too. He can't be physically with you all the time. So, in his free time he will write you dirty messages and expect you to reply immediately. If you don't, he will get upset and jealous, thinking that you are with someone else. If this happens, the sexting will become more aggressive.

Sweetly Slasher (Quinn from the time jump, obviously, from the time cut movie)

Again it cracks me up, because nobody knows this one, but oh well since I'm including unknown slashers, give me your best suggestions for movie slashers that are not included in this list so I can include them and make the list of slashers longer lol.

Dumbification kink: He is literally a genius who was rejected by a girl; so I think he will continually treat you like you are a fool, it's his way of dealing with the situation (apart from the murder, obviously). And in sex that will intensify much more. He wants to overstimulate you and make you unable to respond with anything coherent. He'll say you're his favorite fool and expect you to act like it. He will manipulate you too much to make you do the things he wants you to do and pretend to praise you at the end.

Power play: I don't know if it's really a conventional kink, but I add it because it's in character. This goes hand in hand with the previous kink. He will put you at a disadvantage on multiple occasions, as he constantly needs to make you and himself understand that he is in control of you. So he will literally make all the decisions. He knows your limits and your tastes perfectly, so he always tends to get it right.

Sex toys: He is usually very busy, so he will play with you from a distance with the help of sex toys. He will order you not to move or do anything that could distract or bother him. Just focus on the sensation he is giving you through the toys. If you behave well, he might pay attention to you.

Brahms

Vouyerism: This kink has come up quite a bit, but it is impossible not to add it to Brahms. He will constantly watch you from behind the walls. He will watch you change clothes, bathe, pleasure yourself. He will watch you all the damn time. You would practically be his entertainment and his desire for you will increase much more as he gets to know your habits and your body.

Objectification: After he watches you for a long time, he will see you as an object. It is inevitable. You are the object of his desires. Made for him. That is why if you do not react the same, things will not be easy for you. You are supposed to agree with everything he says. You are supposed to be his alone and belong to him. He will convince you sooner or later and when he does, he will make the mistake of looking at you as his sexual object every time. You will have to be strong to be able to control him.

Overstimulation: He will like it when you overstimulate him. He wants to cum over and over again for you. He likes you to try to make him cry because he is so hypersensitive. He will beg you to make him cum over and over again. It does not matter how much it hurts or how much he cries. He also likes to feel like your toy. Just play with him.

[sanjisprincesss]

Shoutout to the fictional characters who live rent free in my head, paying for nothing but emotional damage.

[getmeoutofhell]

imagine Ethan! coming home with a new haircut- jesus

some shit gon go down-

[bluehandscalzonepersona]

The Disciple |2|

Pairing: Jill Roberts x Male Reader

Summary: In which Jill didn't have Charlie, but her exact definition of the ideal Ghostface partner she found in Cinema Club. But will she kill him for her alibi, or stop herself at the end of the road?

Warning(s): Teens Drinking, Real Serial Killers Referenced

Word Count: 2.5k+

Jill doesn't really know how long she's been staring down at her breakfast this entire time. She twirls her for around like it's some kind of toy, but doesn't really find herself hungry for it. She takes maybe a few bites here and then, but nothing else. Her mother doesn't seem to have noticed so she can the comment everyone's probably imagining her to say. And guess what? She's not surprised one bit.

Maybe it's the eggs, having to see the same thing every single day and yet they always seem so bland, predictable, and unappealing, no matter what kind of little addition like hot sauce that she adds onto it. Maybe it's the bacon, a piece of meat from a poor chicken that has to be shoot up with so many needles so that it's fatass couldn't even more a feather, which allowed it be cut up and grilled into something actually useful.

Huh..... story of her life.

She's way too bored, so she grabs the remote and turns on the TV, not bothering to ask her mother for permission because she knows that she wouldn't pay attention to her watching porn on such a big screen if she tried. She plays one of those media channels where someone who just hit a massive breakthrough gets interviewed, their fame brandished across the screen for the world to see. It never matters who is on what day, Jill always envies them.

"What inspired you to write about your life?" The female interviewer asks the current lucky star.

"Well, I wanted to tell my story. So much has been written about me in the past."

Jill Roberts jerks her head up a little too quickly when she hears Sidney's voice. Yes, she recognizes it, even if she's barely seen her older cousin who's survived a trilogy of killing sprees. She recognizes her from her achievements and the way she carries herself, the way she talks, moves, blinks, and some say, she hopes to see her in person so that she can truly memorize her true mannerisms down.

"And, of course, the movies..." The interviewer brings up, the main reason everyone in Woodsboro is always sensitive during the mention of Ghostface.

"Yes, with the popularity of the Stab films, I've lived adult life in this very public role of victimhood." Sidney acknowledges with a blank note. "I didn't want to be defined by the word, 'victim' anymore. Writing this book was about letting it go. I wanted to be free of my past and move on once and for all."

"Well, your book put me in tears. It's such a beautiful and moving story of survival." The interviewer states, and Jill almost thinks that the woman believes her, making her veins grow green with envy. "Everyone one should read it. But it today, people. Out Of Darkness, by Sidney Prescott." She shamelessly plugs as she holds up the book.

After it then cuts to commercial, Jill rapidly blinks in confusion by what she just heard, free of her past? But why? She literally has everything she needs. She has the fame, the respect and sympathy from everyone in the world, and a hot steamy police detective for a boyfriend. What part of that victimhood is so bad? If anything, it sounds like she got everything handed to her on a silver platter the second she wrote that book.

And all because fucked up shit happened to her. That sounds like the luckiest of breaks to her.

She lets out a big sigh as she walks back to the kitchen island where her plate still is. She tiredly dumps what's left into the trash before dropping it into the sink. She pauses for a second before her fork joins the equation though, twirling it around before gripping it tightly as she was about to use it to jab into someone's neck and causing imaginable pain to someone for their last few minutes of life. Her lips pressed together as she imagines that someone being Trevor Sheldon.

Such a happy, beautiful thought....

Before she can scroll through channels and find another lucky person rolling the red carpet, she hears the front door bell ring. She doesn't think much of it at first and assumes her mom will take over it, but nothing happens except a second ring. That's when she hears her phone dinging in as well, prompting her to pull it out to check it so she can then fry it later for messing with her me time.

Kirby: Open the damn door!

Jill rolls her eyes as she forces herself up and walks towards the door, wondering why she expected her mother to get off her drunk ass and handle what could've been the package she ordered yesterday. As expected, she opens the door to find good-old Kirby standing there with that cheeky smirk still on her face like always.

"Sorry, did I ruin a moment you were having?" Kirby asks teasingly before making a weird face as her mind blatantly starts drawing conclusions. "Wait, were you.....?"

"Ew! No!" Jill quickly shoots down Kirby's disgusting question with a look that asks where the heck she even got that conclusion. Or maybe she's just trying to mess with her again like always. "What do you want? Besides.... Whatever weird ideas you have in store?"

Kirby giggles. "The guys managed to score a couple packs from Robbie's step dad, and I think we better head on over before one of them drinks close enough to alcohol poisoning again." She reveals to which Jill blinks as she wonders just how apathetic the old man is if he's able to easily swab that much of the stuff. " It's pregame before the movies."

"Where do they keep getting this stuff?" Jill questions her with a raised brow, to which Kirby shrugs in response, giggling.

"your guess is as good as mine, babe." Kirby answers with a look that recommends she just accepts it for what it is. "No one says you have to actually drink."

Jill glances down, still hesitant about the idea because of just one little detail. "Will Trevor be there?" She asks her anxiously, to which Kirby smiles.

"If he tries anything, I'll feed him some broken glass shards myself." Kirby promises as she holds Jill's shoulder comfortably, though in actuality, she was asking because she wants him to be there, not the other way around.

"Fine, but I better not find out that those bears have been laced with something." Jill remarks as she turns around to go get her stuff while Kirby's smile grows brighter in response.

What happened to the good old days of sneaking candy inside?

Kirby drives her over to her own place where everyone is already there before them. The boys plus Olivia are all sitting around an empty fire as beers are being passed around as well as goofy dialogue.

"You guys really think you're going to save your experience by getting drunk as skunks?" Olivia teasingly questions them with a raised brow, to which the guys cackle at him.

"Hey, I heard no-standards over here chose a pretty badly received movie as our theater experience for the week." Charlie mentions in his defense as he pats Robbie harshly on the shoulder. "I'm just trying to get myself in the mood to laugh at the bad shit, not cringe at it."

"You cringe at everything, man, even Y/N knows that." Robbie points out with another laugh, causing Charlie to pretend and try that he's trying to choke him. Speaking of the guy, though, he isn't anywhere to be found, at least out in the backyard.

"I heard it has the best action sequence though, for a horror movie." Trevor mentions though with an amused look as he takes a sip of his beer, before everyone then looks over and sees the rest of their little gang approaching the fire. Jill almost freezes in place upon seeing Sheldon's face again, his expression changing as he stands up to give her those annoying guilt-ridden eyes again. It's like she's supposed to feel sorry for him or something because he got caught sleeping with the blonde with big tits. "Hey..." He awkwardly greets her. Kirby makes a move to try and scare him away, but her friend gives her a look that tells her it's fine.

"Hey." Jill simply responds by with a monotone response, no emotion or depth to it as she simply walks away, towards the house instead of taking a seat where to join the group's mindless banter. Instead of being offended, Robbie harmlessly cackles, mostly at Trevor.

"You are not gonna get that action again..."

Trevor grumbles as he sits back down. "Says the virgin..."

"Hey, I'm proud of that. Better try something else if you want me to shut up." Robbie responds with a cheeky look, only to receive terrifying glare from Trevor that quickly makes him look down at the grass with a massive swallow. "Y-Yeah, sure, sure... no problem.'

Charlie sighs while Kirby and Olivia share an amused look with each other.

Jill steps into the lowest floor of Kirby's parents' sizeable property, preferring to enjoy the room without any lights for some much-needed privacy. She's sorry, but she is not going to sit in a chair with Trevor staring at her like a kicked puppy all night. She'd rather just blow his brains out and be done with it.

Hmm.... now there's a thought.

As she opens the door to the quiet downstairs room, she unexpectedly comes across Y/N leaning against a fridge as he looks up at her the second his eyes that were getting used to the dark get flashed by the moonlight coming from outside. "Oh! I'm sorry...." Jill sheepishly apologizes. "I didn't think anyone would be in here."

"No, no. Don't worry about it, come on it." Y/N quickly invites her inside upon seeing that it's here, even though he was clearly looking for some privacy of his own. It kind of helps make the girl feel special, so Jill, despite herself, steps inside with the film geek. He opens up the fridge a few cracks and pulls out a more exotic cocktail from the Reeds' inventory and hands it to her, which she gratefully takes.

"What are you doing here?" Jill asks him curiously, as she was expecting him to goof off with his fellow Cinema Club royalty. Y/N chuckles as he suspects it's for the same reason she has.

"Hiding from Trevor. I told them I needed to use the bathroom thirty minutes ago." Y/N answers with a relatable smile, the two having struck a bit of a ditch since she helped drive her away from his house that one time, and for another thing that he would keep between him and Trevor, even from Jill. "If looks could kill, he'd be giving Stalin a run for his money."

"Not if I don't kill him first." Jill remarks somewhat coldly, prompting the two of them to share a laugh together. She really means it though. "He hasn't tried to do anything, has he?"

"Oh, no, don't get me wrong. The guy may throw a punch, but he's too much of a pussy for murder." Y/N says as if confident about it, even though could be a small reflection about his own character. "He definitely looks the part though. I'd cast him as Ed Gein." He quips, causing Jill to have to hold in a smile, not wanting other people to know she finds that kind of humor somewhat funny.

"You're terrible."

"I know." Y/N replies with a slightly proud smile. "Speaking of, you wanna hear something funny?" He asks curiously, and Jill gives him a playfully suspicious brow, knowing that he's only trying to setup another stupid joke.

"Sure?"

"Ed Gein himself one said, 'When I see a pretty girl walking down the street, I think two things. One part of me wants to take her out and talk to her, be real nice and sweet and treat her right." Y/N references to Jill before his smirk grows a little too wide for the story he's telling. "The other part? What her head would look like on a stick." He says with a click of his tongue. "That, there, is the vibe you get from Trevor Sheldon."

Jill blinks at him rapidly, the punchline being something completely different than from what she was expecting.

And she burst out laughing.

"Oh my gosh! That was actually terrible!" Jill exclaims as she holds her chest to keep herself from losing oxygen. "You did not just fucking use American Psycho to try and make me feel better?" She question him like he's stupid, though Y/N looks at her impressed.

"You've seen it?"

"Of course I saw it, it's a decade old at this point." Jill answers like she's offended he assumed she hadn't before glancing down a bit sheepishly. "And it's also... kind of hot."

"You mean Christan Bale's kind of hot?"

"Same thing." Jill replies with a slightly embarrassed face, causing Y/N to chuckle when she slaps her chest, as well as getting a bit excited.

"And here I thought, that Jill Roberts didn't like all that 'scary movie baloney'."

"I..... keep a few things to myself." Jill cryptically shares with Y/N with a small bite of her lip. She has things that may hint at her secret love for horror, but only those who would pay attention to her for more than five seconds would notice.

Y/N hums at this as he looks down, deciding to quiz her on that. "Where did Christian Bale get inspiration for his performance as Patrick Bateman?" He quizzes her with a raised brow, only to get a confident look from Jill.

"A Tom Cruise appendence on Late Show with David Letterman. He said that there was, 'intense friendliness with nothing behind the eyes'." Jill answers, to which Y/N nods, even more impressed.

"Who first played Micheal Myers?"

"Nick Castle, but a man named Tony Moran played him during the scene when Laurie ripped his mask off and he was shot multiple times."

"Wow..." Y/N comments in a loud whisper as he can't but grin at Jill with respect, letting her know that her attempts to earn more brownie points with the man is working eminently. "You've been a closeted horror nut for a long time, haven't you?"

"Maybe..." Jill admits with a tiny shrug as she decides to make her move. She takes a few steps closer, their shoulders noticeably touching. "Does that peak your interest?"

Y/N smiles as he holds in a small chuckle. "Are you flirting with me, Jill?" He asks her curiously, to which she raises a brow.

"Is that a bad thing?"

"No...." Y/N assures her with a shake of his head, setting his bottle down on a random safe place. "I'm just saying that if you wanted use me for your own little revenge plan..." He leans in closer with an aroused glint in his eyes. "You just had to ask."

Jill smirks victoriously as she accepts his invitation, once again closing the gap to give him a sensual kiss on the lips. This time, though, she drags it on, wrapping her arounds around his neck with one hand while he grips her waist.

Her poison seethes itself into his veins, just like she planned, but Y/N doesn't mind it one bit. He knows how the game works, but he's too deeply hypnotized to care.

It's just business.

[valluvslana]

:3

[nemesis-writer]

POV- Writing for ____x reader fic

[kurooh]

I’MA MAKE U SCREAM ★ S. GOJO & S. GETO

⊹₊˚. a series of unrelenting, mysterious phone calls late at night leads to you being sandwiched between two hot ghostface slashers who’ve got you fucking for your life.

warnings. 18+ content — mdni, fem! reader, ghostface! gojo & geto, threesome, knife play, landline phones, mentions of death, oral (f receiving), double penetration, anal/fingering, tongue piercings, pussy slapping, biting. 5.2K words whew (pls read anyway 🧎‍♀️)

xoxo, juno. happy halloween!! thank you to my dearest wolfy anon for beta reading <33 comment & rb if you enjoyed!!! 🎃

“hello?”

“why don’t you wanna talk with me?”

“who is this?” you roll your eyes, unimpressed by the cheery voice coming through the phone. “it’s like eleven at night, what do you want?”

“ya tell me your name, and i’ll tell ya mine,” that voice lilts into a teasing tone, words dripping with persuasive sweetness.

“nah, i’m heading to bed. nice talk.”

“aw, bedtime already? you’re not even gonna watch a movie before you sleep?” the question has your brows furrowing in aggravation, but you sigh, choosing to answer anyway.

“i didn’t have anything in mind,” the caller lets out a laugh, straight into your ear. “what, you’ve got a suggestion?”

“do you like scary movies?” and you can hear the smile in the caller’s voice; he’s amused, probably laughing with his friends over the prank call in the moments of muffled silence.

“i suppose so.”

“don’t you have a favorite? why not watch it?”

“well, i won’t be able to sleep,” you reply simply, twirling the phone cord between your fingers. “but the longer we talk, the more sleep i lose out on. so, have a good night!”

“wait!” the caller snaps, demanding as ever. the sudden outburst sends chills straight down your spine. “don’t hang up on me.”

“and why shouldn’t i?” the blatant defiance has the caller letting out a laugh that sounds rather menacing . . he clears his throat, seemingly returning to his more even tempered tone.

“we’re not done talking,” he says simply, sounding a little crackly through the phone. “so don’t hang up, you’ll—”

a rational person with an interest in talking would certainly call during the day, and only once or twice before quitting altogether to wait for a call back. an irrational person would have your house phones ringing off the hooks while you were in the shower, calling nonstop and then getting far too arrogant once you finally picked up. just as you slam the phone back down, it starts to ring again.

you decide to leave the room, figuring that the caller will tire himself out quickly, but he doesn’t. in the time that you left the phone to go to another room, there wasn’t a single beat of silence. furious, you race toward the phone, fingers sliding on the kitchen counter as you snatch it up.

“fuck you! listen to me, you’d better stop—”

“no, you listen to me,” the caller snarls, and the harshness of his voice has your heart kicking hard against your rib cage. something in your gut tells you that this isn’t just a talkative caller. “don’t fucking hang up on me again, got that?”

you recover some of your composure, goosebumps rising on your skin. the cool breeze blowing through a nearby window adds to the chilling feeling that’s washed over you in only a matter of seconds. “w-well, what do you want, then?”

“i wanna see your insides, dummy,” is the crazed response, and you can’t stop the way your face immediately twists in horror. a clicking sound is heard as the second phone in your house—the one upstairs—is picked up, and another person hops onto the call.

“now, now,” this new voice is smooth, immediately drawing your attention as you listen attentively through the phone. “that’s no way to talk, you’ll scare her silly.”

“what the fuck?” you ask aloud, although you hadn’t meant to. all you can think about is the fact that two weirdos have you almost . . cornered on the phone.

the crazy voice scoffs, ignoring your mumbling. “well, you heard her! trying to hang up and shit,” he clicks his tongue in disapproval before sighing. “anyway, where were we?”

you don’t even say anything, and the other voice exhales into the phone. “see, look at what you’ve gone and done now. our girl’s too scared to talk to us, isn’t she?”

“look, i-i’m just gonna go to bed. goodnight.”

“you’re not going anywhere, honey,” the calmer one of the two says, but this time his voice is much clearer, almost as if he’s standing beside you. you take a step backward, trying to shake off the weird feelings and relentless goosebumps spreading across your skin.

you might as well be wearing nothing.

the satin slip dress you were planning to sleep in is as thin as plastic wrap; you’ve backed up into someone’s strong chest and thanks to the thinness of your pajamas, you can feel each sharp ridge of muscle. the pecs are strong, firm to the touch, and the abs are hard enough to cut diamonds. fear races through your body, so overwhelming that your lips part to let out a scream—but the noise is muffled by a large palm that pulls you back, flush against the muscles. separated only by a few layers of clothing, you can feel the warmth of their body and the casual rise of their chest as they breathe. if you weren’t being silenced, this would be comforting, in a way.

“promise you won’t scream, baby?” that calm voice has a dangerous edge; you nod immediately, frantically, desperately — as you feel a few tears gather in your eyes. this . . does not look, feel, or sound good in any way imaginable. who even are these people? and why you? a seemingly normal thursday evening had gone entirely downhill, and you didn’t even know why.

“good girl,” the person hums, dropping their hand from the lower half of your face and instead replacing it with the sharp edge of a knife. “let’s head upstairs, shall we?” as you ascend the steps, the blade drops lower, until it hovers over the tender skin of your throat. you can’t even turn around and see who the person is, for fear of getting cut over the simple action.

“could i at least turn around?”

“what for?” he asks, nudging the bedroom door open. you’re met with the frightening sight of a person in robes lounging on your bed, against your pillows. they have a spooky, ghostly mask, but you know who it is the second their mouth opens.

“you took the knives out that quickly?” the figure clicks his tongue, raising a hand to his face to pull off the ghostface mask. so this is what this is—some kind of ridiculous scream roleplay . . but the feel of the knife and the way it gleams is too real. “what happened to playing around, suguru?”

“it’s—it’s you! from the phone.” you say, straining against the man behind you, who pulls the knife a few inches away from your throat.

“careful now, doll. you’ll hurt yourself.”

“if you let me go, maybe i’d—” the man on the bed sits up then, pulling off his mask. you can’t see who he is just yet, the shadow from his hood obscuring his face. in a moment, he grabs hold of your face with a gloved hand, fingers squeezing cruelly at your cheeks.

it’s utterly nasty, the way feelings of attraction twist in your stomach. heat rises to your cheeks and you swallow, looking into diamond blue eyes that have your heart fluttering despicably. how is it possible to even be focused on your grim reaper’s looks, almost entirely forgetting their intentions as you lose yourself in those eyes?

“cat got your tongue? i said i wanna see your insides and you didn’t even look fazed.”

beneath the robe, you can see the tips of snowy hair, along with a face that’s far too handsome to belong to some kind of murderer. you shake your head in disbelief, sucking in a breath. “uh . . huh? sorry, i didn’t hear you.”

he drops your face with an annoyed scoff, stepping back to plop down on your bed before fully pulling off his hood. “y’know what—suguru, you deal with her.”

the man behind you pushes you forward, and you awkwardly take a seat beside the sighing killer. suguru tugs off his mask and inspects the knife closely, running a gloved finger over the edge before nodding. “might as well use the knives on you. maybe you’ll hear us then?”

“what’re you—why’re you doing all this?” you ask, the words sputtering out of your mouth nervously. “is there any way i can convince you not to cut me open?”

suguru looks at his literal partner in crime, pushing his black bangs away from his eyes as he speaks. “oh? trying to cheat death, sweet thing?”

you shrug, casually flopping onto your back. the satiny fabric of your dress flips up, and you unintentionally give both of them a great view of your panties. now that they’re deliberating how to move forward with you, the fear of the situation has dissipated greatly. “i just wanna go to bed and live to see another day tomorrow. name the price for my life and i’ll pay it.”

“those are fighting words,” suguru remarks, “don’t you agree, satoru?”

satoru nods, eyes glued to the thin fabric covering what’s between your legs. his mind runs wild as he imagines what he and suguru could impose on you. they’re practically in sync—suguru looks over just as satoru looks up, the two of them sharing a knowing look.

“hmph. sit up and listen.” satoru nudges your thigh, and you do as he says, looking bored. the whole night has done one too many 180s, giving you the most severe case of whiplash in your life. you’d initially been annoyed, terrified, then mildly attracted, and now . . almost indifferent.

“you’ve got my full attention.”

“we’ll let you live, on one condition,” satoru raises a finger before you can object, while suguru’s eyes covertly sweep over your body. “think you could handle us at the same time?”

a proposition for a threesome is something you certainly did not see coming! you bite the inside of your cheek, willing yourself to maintain composure. suguru spices it up with a smirk, dragging that sharp knife of his along the edge of your jaw.

“you’ll have to fuck like your life depends on it.”

it does. tension weighs the air down, filling the room with a thickness even suguru’s knife couldn’t cut through. sweat beads along the skin of your spine and you exhale in defeat. being between these two would be hard—in all ways possible; but one mistake and they’d probably end up slitting your throat.

truthfully, you’re willing to risk it. most girls don’t usually cross paths with two men that are each extremely attractive and willing to share you between one another. you squeeze your thighs together, an action that doesn’t go unnoticed by either of them.

“y-yeah, okay. i’ll do it.”

“atta girl,” satoru praises, the corners of his eyes crinkling. a wicked smile finds its way onto his rosy lips, but you don’t back down, instead spreading your legs. you look between them, a silent invitation extended in one glance.

“lie back for us.”

“you were the one who told me to sit up—” perhaps the unnecessary snark isn’t a good idea, not with the way suguru eyes you warily.

satoru leans in hastily, connecting his lips with yours to effectively shut you up. his body barrels into yours, pushing you into suguru, who catches you and cages you against his strong chest. the knife is abandoned as he strokes his fingertips along the tender skin of your neck, sighing into your ear while satoru occupies your lips.

“so pretty. heh, you’re pretty every night.”

suguru’s touch has you letting out a moan that satoru eagerly swallows, his gloved hands roaming your body. however, he seems to remember he’s got gloves on; without pulling away, he snatches them off.

“her tits, suguru—play with her tits.”

the mumbled words are audible only to suguru, who complies with a chuckle. unlike satoru, he makes no move to do away with his gloves. you moan, his hands squeezing at your tits while his fingertips stroke over your nipples until they grow hard.

“s-suguru,” you mewl, pulling away for a moment to suck a breath into your deprived lungs, “keep touching me there—just like that.”

satoru’s palm comes down hard against the side of your thigh, and he grips your face, forcing you to look at him. “focus on me, got that? wouldn’t want him to stop, would you?”

you shake your head, and in a split second, satoru’s got your upper lip between his teeth. he bites down playfully; the impact makes you gasp, and he seizes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. arousal pools in your panties, and you fidget in your spot between them, hoping that you’ll finally get the attention you’ve been craving sooner rather than later. suguru’s tongue drags against your neck while he takes in the scent of your body wash from earlier’s shower. there’s a cool sensation coming from the center of his tongue—you can feel a firm ball of some kind.

it’s a little shameful, getting this hot and heavy from a simple kiss. only, his tongue rolls against yours, and any semblance of embarrassment melts away. suguru’s fingers pinch both of your nipples at the same time, sending shockwaves right to your pussy.

“fuck,” you sob into satoru’s mouth, practically lightheaded from how overwhelming it already is, as well as the lack of air. “i-i need more.”

suguru hums, continuing to toy with your hardened nipples. “already slutting yourself out for us, sweetheart? that was fast, wasn’t it?”

satoru finally draws back, a glossy string of spit connecting your lips to his. he doesn’t move just yet, savoring the moment like a piece of special candy—you’ve practically got hearts in your eyes, all hot and bothered because of him. well, suguru is a factor, but he didn’t put in nearly as much work as satoru.

“lie back for us, babe.” this time you don’t fight them on it, scooting off suguru so you can comfortably prop yourself up on the mountain of pillows.

“tsk. this dress ought to go.” suguru brandishes his knife, and cuts through the satin material of the slip as easily as a stick of butter.

“hey!” you snap, the remains of your dress sliding off to the sides of the bed like rags. “what about you two!? you can’t just cut up my clothes like that when neither of you are naked!”

satoru rolls his eyes, tossing your legs apart. meanwhile, suguru clearly isn’t done with that knife; he trails it along the slopes of your naked body, the edge of the blade sharpened in a way that has you gasping. he applies a little bit of pressure, and your skin splits like it would after a paper cut.

“a-are you cutting my skin open?” you ask incredulously. you know the answer, but for whatever reason, you don’t pull away from him.

“maybe,” he replies breezily. “‘s nothing deep. you can handle it, can’t you, honey?”

“would you look at that?” satoru wolf whistles, and heat rises to your cheeks as he gathers your legs together, tugging them up. the knife pauses at your collarbone as suguru leans backwards to take a look, and his eyebrows raise immediately.

“she’s fucking soaked.”

“put the knife down ‘n come give it a taste.”

satoru’s request is breathless, but effective. the knife falls onto the blankets, and for a moment you use your head to consider what might happen in the future—someone could sit on that thing, lie down on it. satoru’s tongue rips the thought out of your head and replaces the words that were on the tip of your tongue with a sweet moan of bliss. your clit throbs at the prospect of more, and their balmy puffs of breath fanning over you only arouse you further.

their faces press together, side by side as they start to eat your pussy in a way that immediately has your back arching and hips bucking. satoru focuses all his attention on your clit, flicking the tip of his tongue over it while suguru slurps up all of your slick. there it is again, that cool sensation—he’s got a tongue piercing. the moonlight shines through the flowy curtains, illuminating the killers in an almost angelic glow . . maybe they’re actually pussy killers.

“‘s like fucking candy,” satoru moans, tongue dipping down to gather up your slick. it bumps into suguru’s, and he only lets out a laugh that sends vibrations through your entire core. “sweetest pussy i’ve ever tasted, shit.”

the room fills with the lewd, nasty sounds of their slurping and licking as they devour your pussy together. you slip a finger between your teeth and bite down once one too many noises threaten to escape you, and suguru pulls back to land a smarting slap on your pussy.

“ah ah. do not try to go quiet on us.”

“sorry, ‘m sorry,” you stutter dumbly, mind and body reeling from the delicious sting of the slap.

“we want you screaming,” he emphasizes, spitting onto your cunt and watching as it flutters, the glob slipping down more rapidly due to the movement. “and you will be, by the end of all this. understand, doll?”

you nod hastily, and his eyes flick upwards to your face, the hardness in them a simple warning. “yeah, i understand.”

satoru’s drawing hearts and letters on your clit, each one making you shudder more than the last. each drag of his tongue makes him moan as he takes in more of your taste. beside him, suguru’s dips his tongue between your folds, the sensation nothing more than a tease. they plan to split you open on their cocks, and getting you desperate for it is only the first step of their plan.

“ngh, t-that’s so fucking good,” you cry, thighs quaking on either side of their heads. “please, i’m gonna cum.”

“give it to us,” satoru is the first to speak, his voice clear as it cuts through the lewd sounds in the air. he’s got one hand on the side of your thigh, holding you open just for them. “on our tongues, like a good girl.”

satoru’s ministrations on your clit grow more insistent; he’s working to pull your orgasm from you, while suguru continues to slurp at your messy pussy, his eyes falling shut. a familiar and overwhelming sensation coils in your tummy; it’s one that has your hands flying to both suguru and satoru’s heads, fingers finding purchase in their hair.

“i—i think ‘m gonna cum,” you cry, back arching off the bed while your hips jolt forward into their faces. after hearing the first word of your delirious warning, satoru replaced his tongue with his finger and moved beside suguru, the two of them slurping all your cunt has to offer. to them, it’s like drinking ambrosia.

you’re pulling hard at their hair, only encouraging them to groan against you. suguru speaks, eyes rolling back from just a little hair pulling. but it makes sense, with hair like that. of course his scalp is very sensitive.

“cover us in your cum, baby.”

obedient and right on time, your pussy gushes, hole fluttering around nothing while your clit throbs beneath satoru’s finger. the intense orgasm has left you twitching from the aftershocks, gasping for breath, and overly sensitive. of course, satoru and suguru take advantage of the aforementioned sensitivity with smirks on their faces.

“no, wait, i-i just came,” is all you can sob, your hands smacked away once you try to tug them off your aching cunt. “satoruuu, suguruuu.”

suguru only laughs, mimicking your tone with a roll of his eyes. “aw, babyyy. that’s too bad, isn’t it?”

with how sensitive you are, it’s not hard for them to drag a second orgasm out of you. this time, a few tears cascade down your cheeks as you fall over the edge with a pitched cry. satoru spanks your still twitching cunt and laughs at the way you gasp and recoil, legs still trembling.

“suguru, whatcha think? you wanna take her mouth ‘n i’ll fuck her pussy?”

“that’s far too considerate, satoru.” he shakes his head, talking about you as if you’re not in front of them. “c’mon,” suguru purrs, gesturing for you to get up as he slips off his robe and boxers. “lie on top of me.”

you can’t help but ogle, a little starstruck by his body and the thrill of everything. he sticks out his tongue playfully when he notices you staring, the metal ball in his tongue gleaming. his abs flex and his cock bobs as he lays down on your bed, beckoning you over with a gloved finger. satoru gulps, panting softly at the sight. following his best friend’s lead, he slips off his matching clothing and mounts the bed, which sinks under his weight with a creak. part of you wonders if the bed frame will give out by the end of this.

“hand me the lube,” suguru grunts, catching the small bottle in his larger hand. the liquid is cool, even through the leather of his gloves. he rubs his fingers together to warm it up a little for you. his fingertips prod at the tight ring of your asshole, and you let out a squeak of surprise.

“c’mon. relax for me, doll.”

you take a breath, body sweltering with arousal. this is certainly new for you, but you don’t complain—and anyway, the slight coolness of the lube feels good against your hot skin. satoru bites down on his lower lip as he watches his best friend prep you to take both of their cocks at the same time. something wicked has the corners of his lips curling up into a smile as he pictures you screaming for them.

likely picturing the same thing, suguru tongues at your jaw, kissing the tender skin wetly before nipping hard. you can only cry out, his lips serving as a simple distraction while his fingers push inside and stretch you out.

you gasp, and he feels you squeeze down hard on his fingers, hips jerking away. “come now, don’t run from it,” suguru coos, twisting his body beneath you to angle you the right way again. he ignores your whining, and satoru silently strokes his cock to the sight. “i know, i know. just breathe for me, ‘kay?”

slowly, your body accommodates the new stretch without any more sting or discomfort. in fact, your hips begin to rock into his fingers, chasing them when he starts to pull out.

“i-i think she’s ready, suguru,” satoru finally speaks up, clearing his throat. his voice is a little choked, and you can clearly see the flush on his cheeks even in the dark. “for both of us.”

“you hear that, honey?” his warm breath fans over the shell of your ear, making you shudder against him. “let’s see who can make you scream the loudest—me or satoru.”

“as if,” the man in question huffs, pushing your thigh to the side and looking over your dripping pussy with an obvious hunger. “fuck, baby. i’m gonna ruin you.”

with that, satoru grasps his cock and guides it inside your needy cunt. suguru does the same, pushing his length into your ass. the three of you moan collectively, a harmony if ever there was one. you sob, tears burning at the corners of your eyes from the intensity of the stretch.

satoru grits his teeth and grips your hips for support, then pushes all the way inside you. he bottoms out easily, his cock sliding against suguru’s, separated only by a thin layer of tissue. so thin that they can feel the shape of one another’s cocks through you.

“fuckin’—shittt, oh my god,” satoru’s easily overwhelmed, heart pounding in his ears while sweat covers his entire body in a sticky sheen.

suguru bites your neck hard, but the pain registers as pleasure despite the fact that he tastes a few irony drops of blood on his tongue.

“do either of you plan to move?” you complain, lips parting in an ‘o’ shape around a whiny moan. “or are we just gonna sit here—”

“shut the fuck up,” suguru groans, clapping a dry and gloved hand over your tits before squeezing them. “we’ll move when we fucking feel like it.”

waves of almost euphoria wash over your entire body, leaving you breathless and panting. when you’d first met these two, you’d been sharp and aware of your surroundings, but now everything is hazy and your body burns as though you have a fever.

the bed creaks dangerously as satoru jumps into action, slowly rocking his hips into yours with a few choked, wanton moans. before long, he’s more confident, fucking into you with a tight grip on your skin and at an invigorated pace. you’re so hot and oh so tight—satoru fucking loves it—you feel perfect. he loves the way you squirm on top of his best friend, hips canting forward eagerly to meet his. the evidence of how good he’s making you feel is painted all over your face, apparent in the wobble of your lower lip and the tears in your eyes.

you hear a sigh from behind you. “can’t lose the bet,” suguru’s voice is laced with faux sympathy. it takes him a few seconds, but he finally starts moving, groaning in approval at the shake of your body and gasping, ragged breaths.

above you, sweat rolls down satoru’s face, the snowy tips of his hair sticking to his forehead while others fall in front of his eyes. “y-you like it like this, baby?” the question is rhetorical, but your whimpering tells him everything he needs to know. the corners of his lips curl into a smile that’s soon wiped away by overwhelming pleasure. “you’re taking us so fuckin’ well, sweetheart . . driving me insane, goddamn.”

“i second that,” the metal ball of suguru’s piercing clicks as he sweeps his tongue over his teeth, panting hard into your ear. “really, baby . . feel like the luckiest fuckin’ guy in the world right now, heh.”

as if you’re not the luckiest girl—being sandwiched between these two is a dream you didn’t even know you had. inside you, their cocks throb against one another, dragging in and out of your holes ruthlessly. the tempo only speeds up, becoming too much too quickly.

you nudge a weak, clammy hand against satoru’s waist, arching your back on top of suguru and nearly nailing him in the face with a reverse headbutt. before the latter can say anything, satoru snatches your hand and intertwines your fingers with his, then pins it down to the bed. he advances forward, his chest now against yours to keep you still.

“ah ah,” he tuts, his nipples hard as they press against yours, “move your damn hand, baby. this is what you wanted, remember?”

“i certainly do,” suguru titters, nipping at your earlobe. “don’t be like that. you can take it, can’t you?”

his words are convincing; he’s got you nodding in acceptance. he’s right, of course. this is what you wanted earlier—you’ve been taking both of their cocks so fucking well. just as you tell yourself you’ll make it through this, satoru’s fingers ghost along the soft skin of your stomach. despite the exhaustion that’s setting into his body, his hips don’t even stutter as he focuses on your swollen clit.

“oh . . oh my god,” the words are torn from your throat, which only grows more sore with all the noise you can’t seem to stop making. a familiar shakiness settles in your voice, and you’re fighting to keep the breath in your lungs, but it escapes you far too easily. “i’m-‘m gonna cum for you, ‘m—”

as you hurtle closer to all encompassing euphoria, the sounds of skin slapping against skin fade out and grow foggy. yet, you manage to hear their voices eagerly spurring you on, the two of them in the same boat as you.

“yeah, ‘s right. fuckin’ cum for us, baby.” satoru’s own orgasm creeps up on him, his head tipping back as your pussy starts to flutter around his cock. of course, suguru can feel the throbbing of his best friend’s cock and the quavering of your needy pussy. he releases your tits, seeing the bruising he’s left before squeezing his eyes shut in concentration.

“ya heard him, honey,” he utters after a long groan, his voice low and husky. “take all of our fucking cum.” you gasp out, nodding your head frantically as you teeter over the edge.

everything happens fast, and all at the same time. satoru cums inside you, his broad shoulders shaking as he rides it out while your pussy practically milks him for more. your cunt spasms, hips jerking upwards from the intensity of it. the movement pushes out suguru, his cum leaking out of your bruised ass and spilling in white puddles on his pelvis.

satoru looks down, biting down on his lower lip as he pulls his cock from you. this is quite the reward, seeing cum pour from both of your spent and twitching holes. your shuddering, sweltering body finally begins to cool after what feels like hours. suguru’s exhausted, but he kindly lifts you and lays you down on the bed beside him. satoru flops down beside you with a heaving sigh, only to lay on the knife from earlier.

“ow, fuck!” he jolts, sitting up and tugging the sharp blade from where it’s tangled in the sheets. he unceremoniously hurls it to the floor, laying back down with a vengeful huff.

you’re too tired to laugh, but a small smile plays on your lips. “do you still wanna kill me?”

“not right now,” suguru throws an arm over his face, gesturing in the direction of the floor. “the knife’s down there, anyway.”

you sit up, craning your neck to take a look. from what you can see, the floor is littered with their dark costumes and two masks, the knife completely out of sight. “i don’t see it.”

“hm, remember we talked about making you scream for us?” satoru speaks up, and in your dizzy haze, you don’t notice that glint in his eyes.

“uh, yeah, i think so? i thought you already did.”

“don’t you watch scary movies?” suguru scoffs, looking at you from beneath his forearm. “you should know what happens next.”

you laugh, rolling your eyes. “yeah, whatever. what happens next, you kill me? very funny. let me convince you again,” and you clear your throat. “no, please don’t kill me, mr. ghostface! i wanna be in the sequel!”

satoru simply shakes his head, and the knife plunges into your back. with a gasp, you sputter out a few garbled words, blood pouring down your bare back as you fall backwards onto the bed. you writhe on the mussed sheets, blood spilling from your lips and trickling down your chin in vermillion rivulets. beside you, the blood covered suguru and satoru let you struggle aimlessly until your body stills; then they slip their masks on again . .

“andddd cut!” the director jumps from his seat with proud claps, and the production assistants rush in from every direction to help clean up the mess.

“satoru, fuck! that knife was so sharp,” you sit up, sending a glare his way as you wipe the fake blood off your skin. despite being a fake knife, the shiny plastic point was rather jagged.

“excellent performances, the three of you! our halloween special is sure to be a hit!” the director is gushing as he praises the three of you.

“yeah, yeah,” suguru says, his cheeks flushed a rosy pink. “i’ve gotta take a shower. seriously, the corn syrup is so fucking sticky.”