#no i did not ask if Cop Killer would kill a cop

[caoimhe-from-hoenn]

Weird Pokemon Name of the Day: Cop Killer the Aggron

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I don’t see any rules for what you do and don’t write but I’m thinking ghostface/stalker Mattheo Riddle, Theodore Nott or Tom Riddle

Yesssss, I love Scream! Let me know if you guys want more of this with the other boys or more of Mattheo!

My Princess

Mattheo Riddle x F!Reader

Warnings: Stalking, killing, Ghostface, mention of assault

Don't read if this stuff bothers you!

There’s been reportings of a murderer in your area. One who donned a mask. ‘Ghostface’ is what they started calling him.

It was scary, trying to live with a serial killer nearby, who could be anyone since no one saw their face.

The killings seemed random at first. No pattern, no specific target demographic, no connections to each other.

Then, unfortunately or fortunately for you, he killed your cheating ex. And your old bully. And that one teacher who seemed like he had it out for you.

It got scarier for you. Seeing so many people who had connections to you being killed.

Only, it got worse when, the day after the murders, little boxes appeared at your door with an item from the victims and flowers. Each time, you called the cops, but they would make a report and leave, saying they can’t really do anything else.

It was frustrating and terrifying. You invested in a doorbell camera, hoping to catch whoever it was leaving these on your doorstep. But they didn’t show up again. Not at your door, at least.

Next was a box on your bed in your room, this one just filled with flowers and jewelry. As soon as you saw it, you got chills and a gut-wrenching feeling knowing they were in your room.

You called the cops again, but since there was no footage or DNA left behind, all they could do was make another report.

They started leaving notes now. Telling you how pretty you are, how sweet you are, how much he adores you and is obsessed with you. Again, cops won’t do anything, no DNA or footage.

You set a camera up in your room to catch them. You caught them when you were at work, but they were in a Ghostface mask and waved at your camera. They left a note on your bed and left. That was all they did that you caught on camera. You stopped sleeping at your place, waiting for the lease to end in a few months. Your friends let you crash at their place until the notes and gifts started showing up there. You had to go back to your place since no one wanted to let you in theirs with fear they’d show up.

They promised to never hurt you, they were protecting you, they were keeping you safe from everyone who ever hurt you or plans to hurt you.

You heard about a co-worker that was killed one day at work, and the next day, you see papers of screenshots printed out from the co-worker talking about what he wanted to do to you, how he was planning on asking you out to a bar and assaulting you. That made you feel sick. But now you were starting to see this stalker was telling the truth. Maybe they were protecting you.

You still kept the cameras up and bought some weapons for your place, even a handgun.

“You don’t need all this protection, princess. I’ll always protect you.” That was on a note left on your bed, but they left all your weapons alone.

You finally had enough of the cops not doing anything, of no one helping you, of not feeling safe anymore. Whoever this was wasn’t hurting you, just being creepy. You wrote notes back to them, asking who they were and why they kept stalking you.

“Stalking? No, I’m protecting you.” They would write back. “I wouldn’t do anything to harm you. You’re precious to me. I love you.”

It really didn’t help the creepiness, but at least you were finally talking to them. You were hoping to gain their trust and meet them, hopefully kill them.

“You wanna meet me, princess? It’s tempting. But I wouldn’t want you to do something irrational.” They wrote back. “Do you trust me?”

You wanted to say ‘no’ but you couldn’t. Not if you wanted to meet them.

So you said ‘yes’ and the notes stopped. You thought you scared them away maybe. Maybe they thought it was too much to meet you.

Until a few days later, you had just gotten back from work. It was a Friday night and you sat at your counter in the kitchen, drinking wine, trying to calm your nerves from everything. You were always on edge nowadays and needed something to help with it. You were tipsy at this point, just eating and drinking as you let yourself relax.

Then you saw a figure emerge from the hallway to stand on the other side of the counter from you, wearing all black and the Ghostface mask.

You panicked and tried running, but your stalker was faster. They grabbed your wrist and pulled you back to them, grabbing your other wrist as well to keep you from running.

“I’m not gonna hurt you, princess.” A male voice said behind the mask. “You wanted to meet. I’m here.”

You were still panicking, but stopped fighting him. You stared at the mask. Fear took over your body again when you remembered he didn’t just stalk you, but also killed people and you kicked him and took off running again when he let go, running towards your room since that was closest. He ran after you, blocking the door before you could close it. 

“Please, I don’t want any of this. I-” You broke into sobs as you backed away.

“No, no , no, princess. I won’t hurt you. I promise. You’re the most important thing in my life.” He said, closing the door behind him as he spoke softly.

“Why do you do this?” You asked with a shaky voice.

“To protect you. No one will ever hurt you, baby.” He was walking closer and you backed up until you hit the wall.

“Who are you?” You asked, still crying from fear.

He took off his mask to reveal someone you worked with. The co-worker your dead co-worker was messaging about you with.

“Mattheo?” You said with a confused look.

“I just wanted to protect you. To keep you safe from all the evil in the world. You don’t deserve any of that.” He was still speaking softly as he stepped in front of you.

“You killed people.” You whispered.

“People who hurt you. I couldn’t let them live after hurting you.” He said, touching your arm softly and you flinched.

“They didn’t deserve that.”

“They did. You’re perfect. No one should ever hurt you or make you feel bad again.” He moved his other hand to your hair. “I’ve been dreaming about touching you for so long.” His voice was quiet. As much as you feared him, his touch was reverent, like he was savoring every touch of your skin.

“Why did you break into my house?” You asked quietly, meeting his eyes.

“You put the camera up. I wasn’t ready to be caught just yet.” He said with a small smile, trailing his hand up and down your arm, his other hand running through your hair gently.

“We work together. Why didn’t you just talk to me if you felt this way?”

“I was too nervous. You’re perfect. You’re so pretty and funny and sweet and I couldn’t stand the thought of you rejecting me.” His hand on your arm moved up to cup your cheek. “Would you reject me now?”

You shook your head. “No. I wouldn’t.” You said, but you were still terrified.

He smiled. “Can I kiss you?”

You nodded, hoping if you played along, you could get away at some point.

He leaned in and kissed you gently, timidly. He was nervous. You kissed back, trying to think of a way out of this. It was hard to think when he was kissing you so sweetly.

He broke the kiss and looked at your face. “Your lips are softer than I ever imagined.” He smiled again, brushing his thumb along your cheek. “You’re mine now, yeah?”

“Yes.” You nodded.

“My princess. All mine now.” He said before kissing you again.

Now that you were in his hands, he wasn’t letting you go.

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YOU CAN RUN BUT YOU CAN’T HIDE

PAIRINGS: GF!Natasha Romanoff x reader

WORD COUNT: 5,142

WARNINGS: Nat is ghost face, smut, killing, blood, dark!Nat, Nat has a dick, cnc, dubcon, daddy kink, begging, praise, degrading, fingering, facials, dry-humping, knives, carving, pain kink, hair pulling, manipulation, size kink, tummy bulges, blowjobs, breeding, unprotected sex, kinda dark!R, very dark descriptions of death, kinda depressed!r, mentions of cheating (no cheating actually happens tho), think that’s all :)

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Your eerie apartment was filled with complete silence. You could hear the clock on the wall slowly ticking away at your life, but you couldn’t find it in you to care. You couldn’t find it in you to care if your entire existence would vanish in the spot, there was nothing left for you to live for anyways.

You clicked through the channels mindlessly, hoping to find something that could entertain you. The pizza box left on the table had three pieces left - all cold. Your girlfriend had been out for god knows how long. Your phone was next to you, taking Nat’s spot on the couch. It was nearly dead, but that didn’t matter, you didn’t get any notifications anyways.

Suddenly, after minutes of surfing through the tv, the blasting sounds of a breaking emergency filled your ears. The news reporter, a blonde woman most likely in her late thirties, stared dead into your eyes without knowledge of it. She read the words from the telegraph, a small shake in her voice as the man next to her hid a fearful gulp.

It started a few months ago, people reported dead all around the city. The only problem was that it was New York, there were small and large crimes daily; no cop, no matter how good, would ever be able to figure out who was the masked killer.

There had already been over ten found bodies, there was a small part of you who wished you were one of them. Blood would smear the walls of the victim's houses, a new letter to create a large sentence being designed ever so slowly. You wondered what they’d do if they got to each letter, would they stop? Would they be caught beforehand? You didn’t know, and you didn’t want to know.

Every video you found online was all about the same topic, who is this new Ghostface, as they called him. When would he strike again? Is it even a he? You didn’t bother, they were just a bunch of conspiracy theorists who had such little to do in their lives that they became so invested in others. So what if they were crazy? Isn’t everyone at least a little bit?

You could hear the sound of keys dangling outside of your door and rolled your eyes, she was back.

“Hey, beautiful.” She muttered when she got near you, planting a kiss on top of your head and climbing onto the couch. She took the spot next to you, accidentally sitting on your drained phone.

“Look who’s home.” She tried placing her arm around your neck, only to feel you shuffle away. You wouldn’t even look at her, only going to stand up and grab the recycling left on the coffee table.

“Oh, c’mon, are you really mad at me?” She attempted to pull you back down, make you sit with her so she can finally hold you; but you shrugged her off. She sighed, rolling her head back and trying to find comfort in the cheap sofa that did nothing for her.

“Why would I be mad? Because you were out all night and didn’t bother to text me or call me back? Or maybe because you smell like that bitches perfume?” You asked, sarcasm evident in your voice. She groaned and stood back up, yawning as she walked into the kitchen where you stood, back facing her as you scrubbed the dishes.

She watched you for a moment, her side leaning on the fridge as she crossed her arms over her broad chest. She waited for anything else, any other comment, but none came. Instead, she grabbed a warm beer from the six-pack box that was resting on the floor next to the counter. She easily popped open the cap and flicked it in the direction of the trash, hoping it made it in.

Your gaze traveled to the side when you noticed the glass bottle being placed next to you and let out a deep and frustrated sigh as you felt her hands rubbing your arms.

“You really think I’d fuck someone else when I have you right here?” She smirked with pure cockiness, it nearly made you want to puke. When you still did not indicate forgiveness or submitting, her smirk dropped.

“Why don’t you believe me, doll? I give you everything you ask and you still don’t trust me?” You felt her crotch poking your backside and tried to hide the goosebumps that arose to the surface. Her hands were gentle as they moved your hair to one side, letting your neck be displayed as you subconsciously leaned into her pecks. She kissed from your exposed shoulder up to your jawline, stopping there as you felt her hot breath against your cold skin.

“Nat-”

“Shh, isn’t this what you wanted?” You showed no evidence to prove her right. You wanted her to feel bad, it’s what she deserved. Who was she to think she can just take off whenever she wants, fuck who she wants, and have the audacity to get annoyed at your worries.

“You’re so hot when you’re mad, makes me just wanna- take you right here.” You felt her hands slide down your pants and dip into your panties. She audibly gasped when feeling your wetness gushing on her fingers.

“You want this, hm? You want daddy’s fingers?” Your palms gripped the ends of your countertop as her middle finger rubbed your clit slowly.

“More.” You choked out, your hips involuntarily grinding into her, chasing the pleasure. She chuckled, shaking her head and tsking.

“No, no, you need to tell me you want it, baby girl.” Your mouth opened, only to release a silent scream as she eased a finger into you. You fucking hated her, despised her, but she knew you perfectly, she knew exactly how to make you tell her how much you love her.

“I want it.” She hummed, signaling for you to continue. You groaned in annoyance, your hand traveling to your chest where you palmed your tits.

“I want it…daddy. I want you, please.” You struggled to get out through gritted teeth, hating how the words sounded coming from your mouth. This was the last time she’d get away with something through fucking you, you’d tell yourself, yet you seemed to repeat those words in your mind every single time. And every single time you ended up back in this situation, orgasms rushing through you while you acted like a desperate whore for any sort of attention she’d offer.

You wondered if her other woman felt the same as you, who couldn’t despise her every move?

“That’s a good girl, you’re daddy’s good little girl, right?” You nodded, your head falling on her shoulder as you tried to find hold of something. Her cock rubbed against your skin as she fucked herself to your pleasured state.

“Cum with me. Make a fucking mess, you slut.”

Your sleeping body laid with the blanket covering only your chest to the tops of your thighs. Nat was next to you, brushing the hair out of your face and smiling at your state. You look beautiful, you always did, but you looked even better when you were shut up for once. She wished she could just fuck that attitude right out of you.

Of course, she wasn’t cheating, no idiot would do such a thing to someone like you. You were a feisty little thing, if you ever found out she was cheating you’d beat her ass into her own grave and plead insanity - she taught you well.

“I’ll be back soon, pretty girl.” She whispered even when knowing you couldn’t hear such words. You shuffled in your sleep and she gave your forehead one last kiss before standing, finding a new pair of boxers and a bra before grabbing her clothing. She had everything she needed in her bag - her mask, outfit, and most importantly, her knife. The best part about it all was that the knife was a custom design you ordered for her for your first Christmas as a pair. It had her initials on it with a heart next to it, reminding her of your love. Your past love for her at least, everything was different now. She didn’t want to hurt you, but you couldn’t figure her out just yet. She’d tell you eventually, she wanted to, she loved nothing more than bragging about her killings, and with you, she’d finally have someone to do so with.

There was still that fear that you wouldn’t accept it though, it wasn’t exactly an easy topic to be brought up. But she couldn’t wait to prove to you that she was in fact loyal, just maybe not clean of her sins.

With one last glance, she left, closing the door behind her and walking down the stairs of the cheap building, shuffling the bag from shoulder to shoulder. She threw it in the car once she found her keys, settling herself in the driver's seat and preparing herself before driving off, her main destination in mind.

“Alright, Mar, let’s see just how well you handle it.” She mumbled to herself, her elbow slamming into the glass of the woman’s back window. She was in, the easiest part was done, and now it was just her time to have fun.

When you woke in the middle of the night, 2:43 AM reading on the clock, you searched for your lover, only to come up empty-handed. You bit back the bile in your throat and threw the blanket over you angrily, grabbing the suitcase you kept under your bed. It was meant for trips, now it was being used to kick out your girlfriend; if she even was that anymore. You didn’t know what changed her, who changed her, but you were done. If she wanted someone else then she could have them, she already used up all the chances you offered her.

Then, there was the sound of the keys rattling, she was back for the last time. You stood up with the luggage in hand, throwing the door open as you were planning to be greeted by a hickey-stained Nat with more excuses pooling out of her, but there was no one to be seen.

“Get the fuck out here, Nat.” You waited for something, but there was no sign of her. You noticed her keys resting on the ground in front of the door, covered in blood. You gulped, taking a step back from nothing.

“Nat? Babe, where- where are you?” You yelled out, your head turning in all directions to look for her. You still found no one, it was pitch black, and nearly impossible to find any sighting of anything besides the luggage by your feet. Your hands were sweaty as your body was stuck in place, you couldn’t move.

“This isn’t fucking funny, Nat, get out here right now.” Hands landed on your shoulders, a low whisper coming to your ear.

“Boo.” You jumped, turning around only to find a person dressed in all black besides their mask. The face covering looked like the design of a ghost, one that a child would draw as their mother praised them for what a good job they did, even if they knew it was horrible.

The man twirled the knife in his hands, watching your fear grow in your eyes and motions.

“Aww, did I scare you, baby girl?” You were able to really listen in on their voice this time, it sounded familiar. You suddenly regretted everything you had said earlier on, you weren’t ready to die just yet.

“No need to be scared, it’s just me.” The man went down on one knee in front of you, knife still in hand near their leg as his hand ventured to his mask, removing the plastic only to see,

“Nat?” She chuckled darkly, reaching up to switch on the light that was sitting on a small table next to you.

“What the fuck was that?” She tried to reach out for your face, only to be pushed away; she wasn’t having that. She gripped your arm tightly, your wrist starting to ache the more she squeezed. She took pleasure in seeing such pain and fear in your features, it somehow made you all the more beautiful.

“Nat- stop it, you’re hurting me.” She smiled darkly as you spoke.

“Perfect.” You thought this was the end, she was going to kill you, your girlfriend was going to kill you. But there seemed to be no move made to do so.

“If you’re going to kill me just get it over with already.” She let go of your arm and you noticed the tensity in her jaw increasing, her head turning just enough for her darkened glare to look all the more dangerous.

“Oh, baby, you really think I’d kill you? There’s no point, it’s not like anyone would miss you.” The words hurt even more than your wrist in the moment, you bit back a remark, choosing to play your cards right and not argue with the woman now pointing a knife at you.

“No, I’m not going to kill you, we’re just gonna have a bit of fun together, alright?” The cold metal pressed against your neck, the sharp tip nearly causing you to leak blood. You whimpered the further she went, your skin barrier breaking as a red substance slowly dripped down your neck.

“Fuck, you don’t know how badly I’ve been wanting this, I’ve been just dying to see you dripping in blood all at the hands of my knife.” You didn’t move, didn’t speak, the fear of what she’d do to you if so indulging you.

“You know, I was planning to come home to my gorgeous little girl laying in bed, ready to take me whenever I want. But instead, I came home to a suitcase of my clothes ready for me, you were gonna kick me out, huh?” You slowly nodded, wetness pooling in your eyes and your shorts. You squeezed your eyes shut in shame, it was so wrong to be needy after such things, she was holding a deadly object to your body and you were still turned on, were you just as crazy as her?

“But seeing that look in your eyes I- fuck, I just wanted you so much more. I was going to tell you, but I- I didn’t know how you’d react, you know?” She was practically manic as she spewed jumbled-up words, her eyes wide and her laugh being as haunted as her soul.

“I mean, just watching Maria on the floor, begging for her life to be saved- it just made me want to shove this knife so deep inside of her and watch as her life slowly drained from her eyes until there was nothing left.” Your own eyes widened at her words, trying to scramble as far away from her as you could. There was no escape though, you were pressed against the wall and she was surrounding every part of you, including your mind.

“Don’t run from me, baby.” She started. “All of this- all of it would’ve been prevented if it wasn’t for you. God, you’re just such a fucking slut, whoring yourself out to practically everyone. Do I not do enough for you? I fucking killed for you and that’s not enough?” You knew this was all the manipulation tactics that she noticed seemed to work with you, and it was working. You were ready to spit out apology after apology, praying for forgiveness, just like all of her victims.

She quickly reached for her bag, and you wanted nothing less than to know what was in there. She grabbed a small book, opening it to show the multiple photos of bloodied victims fallen at her hands. She looked proud, excited, all to show you her work.

“Maybe these people would’ve still been alive if it wasn’t for you.” You tore your eyes away quickly, you couldn’t stand seeing such brutality. It wasn’t your fault, you weren’t the one who hurt them, you told yourself. But there was that nagging thought, what if she did kill them because of you? Sure, you flirted, you had old flings but they weren’t contacted since you started your long relationship with Nat.

“Maria didn’t deserve this, none of them did.” You sobbed out, flinching when you felt her hand on your cheek. It was a soothing matter, one meant to calm you, but it did everything but. Suddenly, the same hand connected harshly with the skin, causing it to instantly redden in pain.

“They wanted you, baby, you should’ve known that. You think I didn’t pick up on Maria’s glances at your ass or these, perfect breasts of yours?” She groped your body with desire, shuddering out a breath while doing so.

“Of course, you didn’t notice, you thought she was just being ‘nice’, so fucking stupid.”

“And Wanda? She had a husband, Nat, a family.” Instead of giving you the response you wanted, an explanation to it all, she just continued to tease your nipples with the pad of her thumb through the fabric.

“You know I’d never kill you, right?” It took you a moment before you could get out a hesitant nod, struggling to fully believe her. You always trusted her, but times changed, and so did she.

“I like hurting people, it excites me. But you, I could never do such a thing, I never want to see you in pain, pretty girl.” She murmurs, moving her free hand to her crotch where she rubbed herself thoroughly.

“I just- you ever get so angry, so sick of someone, you just wish you could, like, kill them? Sometimes when we get into those heated arguments, I just wonder how much you’d be willing to beg me not to hurt you.” You watched as she slowly slid the black suit over her head, revealing her black sweatpants. She lowered them to her knees, and let her boxers make way to your vision.

“I’d never act on it, but with others, you don’t need to care about how much they mean to you, because their life costs me nothing but annoyance. I’d kill every last soul on this planet just for you, all you’d have to do is ask.” She grasped your hand, leading it to her confined cock as you palmed her length. Your breathing was ragged, shaky as you refused to look her in the eyes. You knew if you stared too deep into that emerald glaze, there would be no stopping. You wouldn’t be able to stay mad at her if you saw the care hidden deep inside of her.

“If I let you touch me, will you stop?” The killings are what you meant, but there was a hidden meaning in the words.

“I can’t promise you I’ll be able to, love.” There was a small whimper escaping her lips as you dipped your hand inside her underwear, grasping her cock in your hands as you stroked with a back-and-forth motion.

“That’s it, don’t stop.” You couldn’t believe yourself, you were sick, insane. Was this normal? No, it couldn’t be. But it felt so good, there was no stopping it. You wanted to see her face contort into pleasure, you wanted to see what she’d do to you. Would she treat you the same as Maria? Would she kill you when you were done? Did she mean it when she sputtered those words? You didn’t want to die just yet, you used to think you did, but that was until you faced death with open arms. How could a criminal, a serial murderer, a psychopath look so perfect? She still looked the same, but there was blood covering her hands and her red hair was messy, her forehead covered in trails of sweat.

“I’m- God, you’re such a good little girl, so fucking perfect.” She noticed the way your thighs clenched, rubbing together as your hips jutted into the air.

“Does someone like when daddy compliments them? Tells them how good they’re doing?” You nodded quickly, your mouth aching to land on her crotch.

“Yeah? You like being a good girl? Or do you like being a good little slut for me?” Both. The answer was both. You wanted nothing more than to prove your worth to her, but you wanted her to treat you like you had none.

“I’m cumming, baby, I’m fucking cumming.” She clenched her jaw tightly and groaned deeply as continuous spurts of cum coated your face. She looked down, grasping your hair in her hands to create a ponytail before forcing herself into your mouth. She could feel the salty tears that had traveled down to your lips spreading amongst her dick, making her grin.

“Swallow daddy’s cum, little girl.” She whispered, dragging you up and down as you gagged around her. Some dribbled down your chin, but she didn’t mind, and neither did you. It had been so long since she felt the warmth that was your mouth, you had been refusing to have sex with her until earlier today. When she finally got her hands on you, it felt magical, like a long-awaiting finale to a show.

“Your throat is so fucking tight,” She said. “I know you must be so wet, you like it when I’m rough, don’t ya’?” She extracted her length from your mouth, causing you to let out a multiple of deep breaths. She tossed your loose shorts to the side after ripping them in half, her biceps flexing in the short moment it took to do so.

“I’m gonna fucking ruin you, Y/N.” She rarely ever used your name, it was almost odd to hear such a thing. She got ahold of your thighs, pulling you forward and, if it wasn’t for her your hand massaging the part of your scalp she tugged, your head would’ve roughly slammed against the wooden floor.

Your thighs were then lifted to meet your stomach, her cock standing tall as she guided herself to prod at your hole. She rubbed up and down your folds, moaning lowly at the wetness coating you. She pressed herself teasingly against your clit, watching as your lips twitched upward.

“Nat- condom.”

“Oh, no, baby, I have a little something planned for tonight.” She eyed you with a soft smile as if it was the most obvious thing, you wished it didn’t turn you on as much as it did.

“You giving me that look isn’t going to help your case, it only makes me want to fuck you even more.” She stated when you gulped, giving her a nervous and feared look. This wasn’t your Nat, this was someone else, but you loved her just as much.

“F-fuck, you’re so warm and- tight!” She mumbled as her tip slowly opened you up. It was difficult to fit close to half of her inside of you, you didn’t know how you’d manage all of her. She held girth to her, and she was proud to point it out. She loved noticing how tiny you were compared to her, how her cock seemed to stretch you out more so than anything ever has before. No toy had come close; you became dependent on her length to fulfill your needs.

Your shirt soon joined your shorts as she tore it off you, roughly grasping your breast and squeezing as if it were a stress ball.

“Don’t do that. You’re a big girl, you can take it.” You whined pitifully, but her gaze was only filled with lust as her skin managed to press against yours. You had never once been able to take every last inch of her, but you were so wet, more than you’ve ever been. This side of her brought out something inside of you, something so shameful, you didn’t want to acknowledge it. But Nat did. She could sense how badly you had been wanting to spice things up for months, it was almost starting to turn out to be boring between you two, and she never expected you to act so compliant.

“Daddy, you’re so big.” She rested both arms at either side of your head, staring down at you with an intensity you longed for. You could see how badly she was trying to hold back from hurting you, but she wanted to so much. The thought of you covered in your blood only made her cock throb and pulse. She leaned down, letting her mouth ghost against yours, causing you to pull her forward to connect yourself with her. Her tongue poked at your lips, begging to get a taste of you. You didn’t let her, only pulling back with your eyes slowly trailing from her parted lips to her forest-green eyes.

“Fuck me, Nat.” She never liked her name all that much, she thought it was basic. But hearing it come from your mouth with your voice, it did things to her.

She pulled her hips back, her length sliding out of you, only to fuck itself back into you. Your tits jumped with your body as the thrust, her gaze couldn’t leave them.

She was in a deep state of arousal, even worse than you. And her knife was right there, it would’ve been so easy to repeat her actions onto her own body, but you didn’t want to. You didn’t care if she was a killer, you still loved her, you were as sick and gross as her. If anything, the thought fascinated you. You always enjoyed gore movies, and she was more than ecstatic when she found someone who shared her deep love for such acts, and you thought it was normal at first. That was until she asked you if you ever thought about doing the same things they did. You instantly said no, a little too quickly. Nat knew you were far from innocent, but she loved this part of you more than anything. You accepted her, even if she was insane.

“That feel good?” She asked, her voice coming out in stutters and cracked moans. You had released a loud whimper when she hit that spot deep inside of you, your nails clawing at her skin. She liked the pain, it sent a thrill through her body.

You felt a sharp poke against the skin of your thigh, looking down only to find her weapon covered in the blood of a previous fool, and now you were just the same.

“Nat-”

“Shh, just- shut up and take what I give you, alright?” She let the knife cut into you, leaving red liquid behind as it trailed down your body. It was warm, yet it still sent chills down your spine.

“You look so beautiful with my design, sweetheart.” She had carved an ‘N’, waiting and hoping for the end result where it’d scar your body forever. She didn’t know why she loved it so much, maybe if she hadn’t lied to the psychiatrists, she’d know.

“You think I should do the same thing…here?” Your skin lied a red trail that followed up until your neck, stopping short as she noticed your breathing patterns change.

“I could easily kill you, and no one would know.” She chuckled, bringing her face to rest on your shoulder, her nose against your neck as she inhaled your sweet scent. The knife pressed down a little harder, letting the skin break as a droplet fell.

“I know you won’t.” You whispered, goosebumps erupting over your skin. You were close, so close. You needed her, anything from her.

“Smart girl you are, hm?” Her hips were starting to lose rhythm the longer she went, it was growing more difficult to keep the same pace. The coil in her stomach had been begging to be let free, to finally relax as she came.

“You gonna cum, baby?” You nodded, moans consuming you making it impossible to speak. She finally leaned back, placing her palms on your stomach where a bulge appeared. She gasped, drawing in your attention as you hesitantly followed her vision. You bit your lip in hunger when noticing what caught your girlfriend’s attention, you had found her loving the way she could overpower you at any moment; taking you however she wanted because you couldn’t deny it. She adored being larger than you, it fueled that pride hidden inside of her.

“Oh, daddy must be stretching you out so, so much, huh? You’re just a cute little slut, so small compared to me.”

“Please-”

“Please, what?” She felt her peak rising further, she needed to release.

“Please cum inside me.” She was already planning to whether you wanted it or not, but seeing your dislike to the thought of children or pregnancy, she thought you’d never let her do so. She grinned, throwing her head back as she tried to muster out a response.

“I am, baby, I’m gonna cum so fucking deep inside of you. Cum with me.” She felt your juices coating her length as your legs shook violently. Pumps of her release shot into you, a deep groan caving its way out of her.

“You’ll look so sexy carrying my babies.” She had the image planted deep in her mind, she wanted to make it a reality.

“Yes! Please- God, fuck!” She didn’t stop after your first orgasm, causing your sensitivity to grow until you couldn’t take such abuse anymore. The blood on your skin had dried, and red hand marks that would soon bruise made way to your vision.

“You’re okay, just relax.” You couldn’t believe it, the murderer you had spent nights praising for their impressive kill count and multiple days fearing was your girlfriend, and you didn’t even hate her for it.

“I told you, I’ll kill anyone for you. I want us to get away from the city, find someplace to lie low for a little bit, at least until they cross me out as a suspect. We can be happy, we can have everything you’ve always wanted, together.” She kissed the back of your hand, letting them leave a pattern up your arm until she reached your face, leaving a long and passionate kiss on your lips.

You weren’t ready for this, you didn’t even have money. And there were so many things that could go wrong, but wasn’t it worse in a place like this? There, you’d have a knowing of where Nat would be, she wouldn’t have to hurt anyone anymore. But would she ever really stop? Or was she just saying that to ease your worries? You didn’t know, but you also didn’t care. You’d always have Nat, in any way possible.

“Okay.”

[abyssruler]

plausible deniability

scaramouche x gn!reader

your boyfriend is nice, your boyfriend is sweet, but your boyfriend is also a serial killer. “relax, it’s just a dead body,” he tells you like he hadn’t just hit a man on the head with a brick hard enough to crack his skull. well, at least he did it to defend you? or — scaramouche kills people and you have the world’s biggest ‘i can fix him’ complex. (modern au)

crack, comedy, a few people die but who cares, scara is soft for one person and one person only and that’s you, “i would kill for you, in fact, i have killed for you.” “honey, did you take your meds today?” - scara and reader

You were never a fan of true crime documentaries, or horror movies, or gory shows, or anything that involved excessive blood spraying and lightless eyes staring into the camera.

So, it would stand to reason that at the first sign of your boyfriend being more than into those kinds of things, you would’ve turned tail and ran as far away as you can, right?

Unfortunately, you’ve always been blind to the color red.

…Figurative red, that is, because the red seeping through your couch and the ones coated on your boyfriend’s hands are definitely visible to you, bright and dripping and most definitely staining your pristine white rugs that you just bought last week. Ah, how are you going to explain that to the laundry lady?

“Scara, honey, what did I say about killing other people?” you ask, voice visibly strained.

He sneers at the face of the dead guy sitting haphazardly on your couch. “I didn’t like the way he was looking at you.”

You sigh.

✧

It wasn’t always like this, with the whole blood viscera happy-murder thing.

Your boyfriend, Scaramouche, had this odd habit of being so immersed in the news, a little smile lighting up his face (which you’d thought was cute at the time and, well, you still do) whenever the reporter gets to the local murders that used to have you shaking in fear on your bed.

He was charming though. A little possessive, but that was a trait you also thought was quite endearing—and, if you’re being honest, you still do. Scaramouche had a vast collection of sharp knives, some small and practically harmless (or as harmless as a knife can be) and others… not so harmless. You didn’t question it because he often cooked for you, your brain chalking it up to him using those knives for it.

It wasn’t until you were walking home alone from university that you discovered his little hobby of, well, killing people who inconvenienced you and him. Mostly people who inconvenienced you though, which was disturbing but also flattering in a crazy sort of way.

“Relax, it’s just a dead body,” he told you like he hadn’t just hit a man on the head with a brick hard enough to crack his skull.

You were cowering on the alley’s wall, eyes wide and knees shaking as you watched your supposedly nice and caring boyfriend wipe away the blood on his hand like it’s a normal occurrence. And when he grinned down at the body, something almost satisfied in his eyes, you realized that he was the cause for all the recent murders popping up in the city.

Now, the thing about this is that you should have run away screaming bloody murder, maybe call the cops or even do the sensible thing like break up with your boyfriend who’s apparently a psycho.

And you would have done it, if he just hadn’t been so… so…

He turned to you with concern shining in his eyes, stepping over the corpse of the man who’d pointed a pocket knife at you and tried to rob you. With hands still slicked with blood, he cradled your face and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “It’s a good thing you weren’t hurt.”

…sweet.

And as he pulled you away from the crime scene, dragging you home and running a hot bath for you both, asking you what you wanted for dinner like he hadn’t just murdered someone in front of you, you finally calmed down and saw the truth of the matter.

Yes, your boyfriend is quite possibly a serial killer, yes, you might just be making the worst decision of your life, and yes, you’re well aware this is because of all the wattpad bad boy stories you consumed when you were young, but you’ll be damned if you let Scaramouche go. He was kind (at least, to you he is), he was charming (when he wanted to be), he was a great cook, he was good with kids and the elderly, he was smart, and finally, he would never cheat on you.

So, while there might be the unfortunate addition of him being a little too happy with the idea of killing someone (have, in fact, killed someone, multiple someones at that), he was also the perfect boyfriend you could ask for. He just needs a little guidance, is all.

The next day, he proudly showed you the severed hand of a man who once made you cry because he groped you.

…Okay, a lot of guidance, but you can manage, you’ve read tons of bad boy turns good after falling in love type of stories. How difficult can it be to have your murderous boyfriend change his ways?

✧

Quite difficult, as it turns out.

A quick google on why people become murderers brought up a lot of questions and concerns for you, and while you’re well aware that google isn’t exactly the most reliable place when it comes to looking for advice, it’s also the only place you can go to without getting arrested for assisted murder—even though you’ve never actually helped Scaramouche when he goes all ham crazy on the general populace.

You sit him down on your couch, which was now free of blood thanks to google’s advice and good ol’ handy-dandy hydrogen peroxide.

Like this, facing each other and holding his hands, it almost seems like an actual, legitimate therapy session, minus the whole licensed psychiatrist thing. But hey, you’ve read tons of articles on the internet, so while you may be lacking in some aspects (namely, the fact that you don’t have any idea what you’re doing and aren’t qualified at all to be your crazy boyfriend’s therapist), you’re confident you can just wing it.

“Baby,” you start. Calling him endearments was an advice you picked up from reddit. A kind user named ballz3000 said that referring to them sweetly using innocent pet names can make them softer and calm their homicidal tendencies. “You know I don’t like it when you bring home dead bodies.”

According to another user named yn-yournuts, being open and communicating your feelings is the first step to establishing a healthy relationship and, consequently, a better mental state.

“It would’ve been difficult hiding the body at daytime,” he grouches, but he still keeps a gentle hold on your hands, which is a good thing. Baby steps, you tell yourself, baby steps—even though those baby steps might as well be called snail steps, wait, snail slithers.

“Then you should’ve waited until it was dark or midnight to kill him,” comes your immediate response—wait, damn it! You’re supposed to encourage him to steer away from murder, not give him advice on how to do it better. Smiling, you attempt to salvage the situation, “But, of course, it would be better to not kill anyone at all.”

It’s too late. He’s already donning a contemplative look on his face that soon turns into a grin, leaning in and briefly slotting his lips against yours.

“Thanks for the suggestion. I’ll be more careful next time, love,” is all he says before getting up and abruptly ending your impromptu therapy session.

And admittedly, there must be something wrong with you too, because instead of being horrified at his words, you giggle to yourself.

This is the first time he called you love!

✧

Alright, so operation therapy failed, it’s now time to charge in like a boar. Straightforwardness is always good according to that one article you found in google made by Hugh G. Bawles.

The two of you were in bed, the lights already turned off, when you took a deep breath and began preparing what you were going to say to him to prevent any more innocent people being killed.

Scara, I don’t like it when you kill people.

Baby, don’t show me anymore dead body parts.

Why did you become a murderer?

Sometimes, I feel like we’re a normal couple, but then you’ll suddenly go and casually bring me a bloody finger as a gift.

But instead of saying any of those, what comes out of your mouth is,

“Darling, I think you’re just confusing your constipation for homicidal urges.”

In hindsight, maybe attempting to start a heart to heart talk in the middle of the night just before a morning class was a bad idea.

You wait a few seconds, then minutes, and when he showed no signs of responding, you turn your head only to find him with his eyes closed and sound asleep.

Fine, you’ll just have to try again tomorrow.

✧

You share exactly one class with Scaramouche and it’s philosophy. Unfortunately, it’s also the class with the worst professor known to mankind.

“Ah, I got a low grade…” you mutter to yourself, looking down at your essay forlornly.

Your boyfriend takes one peak at your paper and immediately scowls. “You spent an entire night writing that.” He turns a glare to the professor currently ignorant of the murderer sitting in his class. “That asshole should’ve given you a perfect score. Maybe I should give him a little visit.”

You calmly take his hand under the table and squeeze it, all too used to him casually alluding to killing other people. “Dear, we talked about this. What do we do when we’re having homicidal thoughts?”

He looks down the table, brows furrowed in a sulking manner. “Don’t do it.”

You beam, proud at him for remembering the one thing you keep reminding him whenever he brings a dead body back to your house.

The blonde twins seated in front of you turn their head in horror after overhearing your conversation.

“What are you looking at?” Scaramouche sneers at the same time you say, “We’re roleplaying.”

“Right…” the long haired twin you distinctly remember was named Aether mumbles before he ushers his sister to ignore the two of you.

Oh well, at least you managed to stop one person from dying today. User tojiscrustysock on twitter always says you should take whatever victories you can, so you’ll consider this a resounding success.

✧

When you open the news next morning, the face of your professor is the first thing you see along with the words, found dead near his home.

You turn to your boyfriend sitting beside you, an innocent look on his face as you look at him with disappointment.

“My hand slipped,” is the flimsy excuse he settles for.

Sighing and utterly out of options, you’re forced to resort to the one thing you didn’t want to do. The worst possible option there is. If there’s going to a therapist and potentially getting arrested kind of worst, there’s this kind of worst—the absolute worst of the worst.

“Scara, I think we need to start doing yoga.”

word count: 1.8k

[spidernuggets]

Hi hope you’re having a good/night can you do a Jason Todd x detective fem reader. She meets Jason , but she meets him when he’s red hood at a crime scene.

Jason Todd x FemDetective!Reader

"So you're the guy that's making my paperwork pile up higher than the Empire State Building."

"Christ, another one?" One of your coworkers said as the limp, dead body was zipped up into a body, and evidence collected and put away.

You shrug a shoulder, writing down in your notepad a list of suspects and witnesses involved in this new murder, which was also linked to other recent killings.

"Adam Matthews." You state the victim's name.

"Drug dealer?" Your coworker asks, looking at the substance that Matthews had on his person being bagged for evidence.

"Mm. He was a cook for a drug dealer who tested on homeless kids or orphans. But Matthews was also known for being an accessory for other murders, kidnappings, and was guilty for sexual assaults," you state, sighing, putting your notebook away.

Your coworker fell shocked. "How the fuck is he not locked up?!" He yells.

"Links with richies," you scoff. "Well, he's dead now. His long, overdue debt it now paid." You always believed these kinds of people never deserved a second chance. All the previous murder victims were similar to Adam Matthews. So, others may call you crazy, but you were thankful for this anonymous killer going out of their way, killing scumbags like Matthews.

"I'm going to scout around the area, Parks," you told your coworker as he nodded and went to discuss with the other officers around the area.

You shone your flashlight around the narrow alleys, searching for any clues or evidence you could use to help solve the crime and catch the murderer. Or in your eyes an anti-hero.

Just as you were about to turn around and return to the scene, you heard grunts and strings of profanity coming from behind one of the dumpsters.

Your hand hovered over your gun in your hip holster, walking towards the sounds.

You swiftly turned to see the source, hand on the handle of the gun, and saw a certain, outlawed vigilante leaning on the dumpster, holding his arm, his body stained with blood.

His helmet lay in between his legs, his domino mask remaining on his face.

"What the fu- Red Hood??" You exclaim.

"You mind?" He groans, holding his hand out, trying to avoid the flash shining in his eyes.

"Shit, sorry," you reoly, turning it off and placing it on your utility belt. Your head tilted to the side, seeing that Red Hood was struggling to wrap his arm up. "It's loose," you say, referring to the bandage- or rag that he was tying around his bicep.

"Wow, really? Didn't- fuck- didn't notice," he says, cursing once more when the bandage fell down.

You roll your eyes, crouching beside his and taking the bandage from his, unwrapping his arm and rewrapping it tighter as it should be.

"So you're the guy that's making my paperwork pile up higher than the Empire State Building." You mutter, tying the bandage to stay in place.

"Sorry, little cop lady. Just doing my job." He hisses.

"It's little detrctice lady to you. And I'd appreciate it if you made your little killing sprees a little more discreet. Eventually, the actual cops are gonna catch your ass," you snicker, getting up.

"As if I let them." He bites back.

"L/n. Where are you?" Parks says through your walkie. "Did you find anything?"

Red Hood gets up, putting his helmet back on, looking down at you, waiting for your response.

You click on the button to reply. "No. Nothing here. Coming back now."

The white glowing eyes pierce through yours as Red Hood chuckles. "Hiding a criminal? Haven't taken a look through the law book in a while, but isn't that illegal?" You couldn't see it, but Red Hood grinned, amised at this new encounter.

You shrugged. "I'm only doing this because I know I can't stop you, even if I wanted to. Besides. If these ass rat criminals kept scurrying around, the papaerwork would be much more than you're making." You smirk.

He laughs. "So you're saying you don't want to stop me?" He crosses his arms.

"Have a good night, Mr. Hood." You bid him goodbye, walking back to the crime scene.

"And to you too, little detective lady," he says, quietly hoping to run into again after he puts lead into the head of his next target.

"Jeez, I thought you died or something. You were gone for a while, are you sure you didn't find anything?" Parks quickly asks you.

You quickly wipe away the blood on your palms from Red Hood's wound onto your black jeans. "Save the interrogation for the suspects, Parks. Nothing there but dead rats and graffiti."

You walk off, almost missing the shine of a red helmet running off on the roof of a building in the distance as you smirk to yourself, also secretly hoping Red Hood would cause another casualty to meet him again.

Parks was about to walk off, too, almost missing the tiniest splotch of red on your white shirt as he raised an eyebrow.

I'M SO SORRY I DIDN'T MEAN TO MAKE IT SO SHORT!!!

I didn't want to leave this ask in my inbox for too long and forget about it 😭😭

BUTTTT if you or anyone else wants!!! I can make a part 2 where Reader and Red Hood begin a constant meetup after every death Red Hood causes (only to those criminals who deserve it, obvi). And Parks becomes suspicious of Reader and threatens her or that Reader's job is put on the line!!!!

I was going to add this idea in, but I'm really bad at making long fics cuz I always wanna get it over and done with and I'm so impatient 😭

HOPE YOU ENJOYED IT ANYWAYS 🙏🙏

[kiss-theggoat]

billy loomis x stu macher x reader

hi hun! could u do something where billy loomis and stu macher find out reader is like them? but reader is like, cold, calm, and manipulative?

anything but smut pls <3

thank you! have a cool day :)

A/N: You got it babes 🫶🏻 Hope you like!

Three’s A Crowd

Billy and Stu x F!Reader

Word Count: 800

Summary: After discussing the murder of Casey Becker, Billy and Stu think they’ve found someone who might be committed to their cause.

TW: Canon typical violence

You sighed as you plopped down on the concrete beside Sydney and Tatum, sitting between the two couples. Randy was ranting about something or other, like usual, but you couldn’t be bothered to pay attention. To be honest, all this fuss with the murders was…annoying. You’d been pulled out of class twice to be “checked on” which is a nice way of saying interviewed, and offered grief counseling from some girl who’s been rude to you since middle school.

Now, all anyone can talk about is Casey and Shane. You’d hoped that sitting next to your friends would give you a break, but alas, Randy was spewing some shit about movies and rules and killing. You rolled your eyes and picked up the small bag of chips from your bag, tearing it open.

“Did they ask you guys if you liked to hunt?” Stu asked, looking towards Billy and Randy, who both nodded their heads.

“They didn’t ask us if we liked to hunt.” Tatum pointed out, shrugging her shoulders. Which was true. None of the girls were asked any questions pertaining to the death of Casey or Shane, just where they were and if they’d like grief counseling, while the boys were looked at more carefully. Which, you thought, was pretty offensive.

Stu laughed, popping a grape into his mouth “Because a girl couldn’t have killed them.”

“Wrong.” You said frankly, voice monotone, chip crunching between your teeth.

Everyone looked towards you, Stu and Randy with the usual misogynistic mansplain face on. “I heard they were gutted. A girl couldn’t do that.” Stu stated, and Randy immediately followed up, “And most serial killers are men.”

“First off all, Randy, a killer has to rack up three kills to be labeled a serial killer. And second of all, Stu, women can, and have, kill people like that.”

Billy sat up onto his palms, now paying more attention to the way you spoke.

“Oh yeah? Give me an example.”

You scoffed, crumpling your now empty chip bag and shoving it into the pocket of your backpack. “Are you stupid? Have you ever heard of… I don’t know, Elizabeth Bathory? One of the first women to be accused of serial killing. She’d capture virgins from the village, torture them, then bathe in their blood. She believed it kept her young.”

“Yeah, accused. And she used servants.” Randy rebutted, giving you a cocky smile.

“Okay… Aileen Wuornos.”

“Just shot her victims, never gutted them.”

“Randy, I’m not arguing if a woman could gut someone or not. Don’t be an idiot, of course a woman could. I’m saying that women are just as capable of being killers. What about Juana Barraza? Killed like…50 innocent elderly people. Just because she didn’t gut them doesn’t mean she is a better person.”

Stu nodded a little bit, eating another grape before speaking. “I guess you’re right.”

You looked over to Sydney, seeing how uncomfortable she was, which made you feel a little guilty but you’d been walking in eggshells around her for a year. You shifted a little bit and leaned back against your hands, sighing. “Doesn’t matter anyway. They won’t catch who did it.”

Billy finally chimed in. “Why do you say that?”

“I heard a couple cops saying they found no evidence at the scene. Like a ghost killed them.” You said nonchalantly, causing Billy to look over to Stu. They made eye contact for a moment, but nobody caught it.

Billy watched you carefully. It seemed like you couldn’t care less about Casey being killed…and that interested him. The bell rang, and everyone stood and disbursed, except for Billy and Stu.

Stu leaned over, whispering into Billy’s ear. “She doesn’t care at all dude…this is awesome.” He was giddy. Billy knew Stu’s always had the hots for you, and this caused him to roll his eyes just a bit. But he couldn’t lie…this excited him too.

“Don't get your hopes up, Stu…”

“You think she’d help us?”

Billy turned to stare at him for a moment…maybe you would.

[bonniebird]

Billy Loomis x Fem!Reader Requested by Anon

Make a request Request: Anonymous asked: Can you do one of billy loomis with female reader instead of killing sydney he gets distracted by how obsessed he becomes with the reader and starts killing people that get in the way of their relationship. Thanks.

WARNINGS: MENTIONS OF MURDER, IMPLIED STALKING, IMPLIED KIDNAPPING, STABBING, MENTIONS OF BLOOD.

Read on Wattpad

Read on AO3

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Sydney heard your feet slamming on the concrete tiled floor before she saw you. Raising a hand to shield her eyes from the sun as she looked up at you, she could see that you were bursting to tell them something.

“What is it?” Tatum said as she leaned against Stu.

“The cops came! They were talking to Allen Fletcher during the last period. They think he did it. You know! The killings. Everyone is saying he did it!” You gushed out. Syd sighed and leaned back on her elbow, enjoying the sun. She didn’t want to hear about what had happened. Poor Casey and Steve. Stu and Billy glanced at each other and you saw Billy shaking his head, probably trying to dissuade Stu from making an inappropriate joke.

“Why would the cops think Allen Fletcher did it?” Tatum asked. You shrugged and glanced over at the doors where Allen was being led out by Tatum’s older brother.

“How should I know? Everyone is talking about it. I guess we’ll find out when Dewey tells you later.” You said as you glanced at Syd and Tatum then back at Allen, who glared at you when he saw you staring at him. Stu got up and leaned on your shoulder as you watched Allen. When Allen’s glare seemed to harden you jolted a little, feeling the unpleasant prickle of being watched. Stu laughed in your ear and pulled on your arm.

“Come one (Y/N). You keep staring at murderers, you're going to get yourself in some serious shit.” He said and laughed again as he sat back on the grass next to Tatum.

“Stu.” Billy said. You glanced at him. He wasn’t watching you or looking at anyone in the group. He was watching the cops putting Allen in the back of the police cruiser and fiddling with a blade of grass. His jaw tensed and untensed as he glanced at Stu again.

“What? There are plenty of movies where people get killed for looking at a guy wrong.” Stu said quickly and pulled a face at you.

“Rear window!” Randy said suddenly. He stood up and started to explain the movie's plot. You pulled a face and shook your head.

“Don’t tell me what happens.” You said quickly, cutting him off before he got too far in.

“It’s not bad.” Randy said quickly. You shook your head again and stepped closer to the group.

“No! That’s what you said last time you had a movie night and we watched that lady get stabbed so much. It was so gross. So much blood.” You complained. Tatum kicked at the air pretending to swing for Randy who held his hands up, laughing as he relented and finally stopped, sitting down again as Syd started scolding him, recalling having to have several sleepovers after you’d watched that movie with him. She’d lost a lot of sleep trying to convince you there wasn’t a shadowy figure outside.

“Well, there’s going to be a lot of blood when you get stabbed.” Stu said and grabbed you, pulling you down to sit on the grass next to him, legs over his lap. He made hand gestures as if spurts of blood were shooting everywhere. “We’re losing her!” He yelled. Several people walking past looked his way and gave him a disapproving look while Billy shook his head and rolled his eyes.

“Stop it! That’s really insensitive.” Syd scolded before Billy could speak. You looked at Stu and tried not to giggle which only made him snort out a laugh.

“Sorry, Syd.” He muttered, sounding almost sarcastic.

“I bet Allen did it.” You said when the group went quiet. “He looks like a killer.” 

“Oh yeah? What do killers look like?” Billy asked and leaned over. You looked over at the police cruiser still parked in the school parking lot and shrugged.

“The eyes I guess? I don’t know! Some people just look like killers.” You said and shrugged. Billy and Stu looked at each other before laughing.

“That is so not true. Ok. It’s mean.” Syd muttered as she stood up. 

“Come on (Y/N). Let’s get out of here before these two idiots rub off on you.” Tatum said as she stood up and pulled you up. Stu made a few rude jokes but stopped when Billy nudged him.

“We’ll catch up with you.” Billy called out. Tatum waved him off and hurried you along to catch up with Syd while Randy hesitated and decided he’d rather stick with your group than Billy and Stu.

**********************************

Everyone was on edge the next day. You went to the usual meeting place but found no one. Hurrying to find the group, you found some of them gathered in front of Tatum’s locker.

“You’re late… you know you may as well have not come in.” Tatum said. You frowned at her. She nodded her head up the hall to where Billy and Syd were talking.

“What happened?” You asked. Stu leaned down onto Tatum’s shoulder.

“Another attack. Syd thinks it was Billy.” Stu said quickly. 

“They’re sending us home for the rest of the day.” Tatum said as she slammed her locker. You all waited for Billy and Syd to stop talking but Syd stormed off and Tatum hurried after her, leaving you alone with Stu who hurried up the corridor to talk with Billy.

“Hey!” You jumped at the sudden sound and then found yourself shoved back against the locker behind you. “Did you tell Prescott I was a killer?”

“What?” You said in surprise. Allen had come out of nowhere and grabbed at your shirt. Your back hurt from being slammed against the locker and he was staring down at you coldly, almost lifting you off the floor by your shirt. 

“You heard me!” He yelled. If you hadn’t believed the rumours that he’d been the killer before. You were starting to consider them now.

“Why don’t you let (Y/N) go.” Billy said. You hadn’t noticed him or Stu hurrying back towards you. Billy stared at Allen who looked between him and Stu. Something about the way Billy looked at Allen seemed to make him incredibly uncomfortable and he let you go. Stu yanked you under his arm, shoving you between him and Billy. 

“We both know you’re the killer. Even your little girlfriend thinks so.” Allen said. Billy scoffed and shook his head, stepping closer which seemed to make Allen shrink and back up a little.

“Get out of here before we have a problem.” Billy warned. His voice was low and the way he spoke made the hairs on the back of your neck prickle unpleasantly.

“Whatever you say, killer.” Allen said and stormed off. Stu turned to you and quickly looked around the corridor. A teacher stopped to check if you were ok. When you said that you were and that you were planning on going home, they hurried after Allen.

“Come on. We’ll get you home.” Stu said and glanced at Billy who was still staring the way Allen had retreated. Stu slapped at Billy’s chest with the back of his hand. “Hey! You good?” He asked in a way that made you think there was something more to what he was asking. Billy seemed to snap out of his thoughts and nodded, going quiet and Stu led the way out to the parking lot. You spotted Tatum looking for you and thanked the boys before hurrying over to tell her and Syd what had happened. 

“Are you ok?” Syd asked as you crammed into Tatum’s car.

“Yeah. Just kind of creeped out. It was so weird and scary.” You said and they both hummed in agreement.

“Everything is weird and creepy right now.” Tatum explained. You looked curiously at them and Syd started to explain what she’d gone through the night before. By the time she had finished, Tatum pulled up outside your house and looked over at you. “You sure you want to go home? I bet you’d be able to stay at mine with me and Syd!” 

“Nah. I’ll be ok. It’s not like I’m home alone. Besides, if it gets weirder I’ll call.” You promised. They waved as you got out and hurried down your driveway and let yourself into your house. As soon as you went inside you could hear your parents arguing. You snuck past them to your room, not wanting to be forced into taking sides again. They’d been arguing for weeks. Eventually, the arguing stopped. It was starting to get dark. You’d been watching a portable TV set that you’d saved up and got from Randy at the video store. There was the distinct sound of someone leaving, the door slamming and one of the cars pulling away. Going to see what had happened you walked out of your bedroom to find the living room and kitchen empty.

“They really left me alone! After everything that happened!” You complained. Going to grab the phone you paused as it rang suddenly. There was a thump at the side of the house and you were certain that you heard one of the windows sliding open. Grabbing at a metal candle stick that sat on the coffee table in the middle of your living room, you ignored the phone and slowly walked through the house. The bathroom, your bedroom and the spare room all had the windows shut and locked. Continuing to your parent's room, the last room left, you slowly opened the door. The window was wide open. Flicking on the light you looked around. The bedclothes swayed in the breeze that came through the window making you jump. The door to the closet in the corner of the room was cracked a little while the large closet with a sliding door built into the wall on the other side was closed all the way. You could see clothes strewn on the floor as if someone had left in a hurry. Slowly getting close to the window you leaned over and tried to see if there was any disturbance to the closer below. The door in the corner creaked and you turned quickly, almost dropping the candlestick. Turning while looking out the window, your head sticking past the windowsill allowed you to see a large boot print on the white trim of the window. In a panic you slammed the window shut and hurried out of the room, rushing to the phone. Before you could pick it up it started ringing. Your heart was pounding. It was pounding so hard that your head began to hurt. As soon as it stopped ringing you picked it up but before you could dial a number it rang again. Slamming it back into the cradle you panicked, hearing the sound of the sliding doors of the second closet clearly enough that fear made your mouth water and your body start to sweat. You spotted a tin of loose change on the side table by the front door and grabbed it. Yanking the door open you ran. Despite ragged breath and your body screaming at you to slow down you didn’t stop until you reached the nearest pay phone. Most of the money in the tin, spilled on the floor as your shaking hands tried to scoop it out and show it into the coin slot on the pay phone. The candlestick was still in your clammy hands as you waited for someone to pick it up.

“Hey?” Tatum said as she picked up the phone. Why had you phoned her and not the police? You thought to yourself.

“Killer! My house! Help!” You wheezed out. Tatum screamed out to her brother and he quickly took the phone. You could hear the fumbling.

“You’re sure?” He asked. You could hear Tatum filling him in and yelling at him for not sending help right away even though he’d taken the phone from her.

“Yes. Please help.” You said quietly. Dewey handed the phone back to Tatum who talked to you while Dewey spoke quickly in the background.

“Ok. There are cops on the way! Dewey’s just left. Stay on the phone with me ok?” Tatum asked. Something in the distance caught your eye and you squished yourself down as small as the phone cord on the payphone would let you.

“I’m really scared.” You admitted quietly. She continued talking to you until Dewey pulled up at the phone booth and hurried you to his car. He drove you the rest of the way up to your house where you found a huge number of police hurrying around. One of them was holding a mask that looked familiar. 

“(Y/N)?” One of them asked the boss you thought from the way Dewey straightened up and tried to look serious. You nodded. “We talked to your dad and he said that this might be yours. Is it?” He held up the mask and you swallowed. It was the same kind of mask Syd had described.

“No sir.” You answered quietly. He looked at you for a moment and then nodded as if he believed you.

“We’re going to have to look around a little more. You might want to find somewhere else to stay for the night.” He said before walking off. Tatum pulled up at that exact moment with Syd flinging herself out of the car and hurting over to you.

“Are you ok?” You both asked as they hugged you.

“I’m ok.” You said quietly.

“Tatum. Take (Y/N) back home with you. I’ll try and find her parents.” Dewey said quietly. Syd sat in the back with you as Tatum drove home. You slowly filled them in on what happened. 

“Fuck. That must have been so scary!” Tatum gasped out.

“We’re glad you’re ok.” Syd said and smiled at you. You tried to smile back but found it rather hard. You were grateful to slump down on Tatum’s spare bed. You were asleep fairly quickly. Syd untied your shoes and moved you fully onto the bed while Tatum found you a blanket. They stayed up most of the night talking about what was happening.

You went home the next day. Your dad showed up, complaining about the cops being all over his house. He didn’t bother telling you that he and your mum had broken up that same night until you got home and asked him where she was. 

Deciding that it was all too much you went to your room. For a few weeks, nothing terribly eventful happened. There were a few more killings. Your mum moved out for good and you started to think you were going crazy. There was a smell in your room that was familiar but didn’t belong in your room. Almost like a perfume or a cologne that you couldn’t place. Furthermore, things seemed to move around your room, clothes went missing and sometimes you couldn’t remember if you’d left your window open or shut it. You only opened it during the day because of the heat. Dewey said it was normal, due to your hypervigilance that you were getting mixed up. You weren’t so sure. At one point during the night, you’d rolled over and thought you’d caught sight of someone kneeling at the side of your bed watching you sleep. You had hurried to turn your bedside light on but found that there was no one there and decided it was probably just the position of your chair in the corner of the room.

“I just feel super jumpy.” You explained to Syd and Tatum. You were gathered in the new section of the video store. 

“I am too. You’re going to be.” Syd comforted while Tatum nodded and agreed. You saw Syd glance across the store and saw Stu and Billy looking over at you both.

“You still think it could be him, Syd?” Tatum asked. She shrugged and continued talking. You were distracted by the unpleasant prickling feeling of being watched. Turning round the corner to the next aisle you found Allen at the other end. You hurried back to join the girls and insisted that you leave.

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Allen started to follow the three of you when Billy grabbed his shoulder. “Where do you think you’re going?” 

“Why? Couldn’t get your fix the other day? Can't stand the competition?” Allen asked smugly. Billy stared at him in a way that made Allen shift nervously and back up, only to find Stu trapping him between the two of them and a row of shelves on either side.

“Watch your mouth.” Billy said slowly. 

“Scared they’ll know what you are? That I’ll blow your cover?” Allen snapped and smiled. Billy laughed a little, Stu mimicked the sound as if echoing Billy. 

“No. Just annoyed that you think you can take what’s mine.” Billy said coldly. He made Allen jerk back and slammed his back into Stu’s chest, making Stu grunt and complain, as Billy’s hand dug into Allen’s pocket. He pulled out a lump of fabric. When the last few customers knew them headed to the till Billy dangled the fabric from his fingers. A pair of your underwear. “You want to watch from a distance, take pictures from the window, that's fine. But you don’t come inside. We are the only ones that go inside.”

“You can’t stop me. I have pictures of you creeping around (Y/N)’s room that I know the cops would like.” Allen said confidently.

“Oh yeah, Fletcher! We have pictures too.” Stu said. He pulled a small polaroid from his back pocket and held it over Allen’s shoulder so that all three of them could see it.

“I think the cops would be more interested in knowing why you have a shed with that big padlock on it. Why would you need a bathroom and a bed with ropes and handcuffs in a shed?” Billy asked and glared at Allen who swallowed nervously.

“You just want to play with (Y/N). To snuff her out. I want to keep her forever!” Allen whispered. Stu let out a loud laugh and Billy showed the underwear in his pocket. 

“Stay away or we snitch on your love nest in the woods.” Billy warned. He and Stu left Allen nervously standing in the horror section as they left.

“You don’t think he’ll say anything do you?” Stu asked Billy as they headed out into the street. After the murder at the school, cops were everywhere. He tried not to think about it as he paused and turned to Stu. “I mean… he said he has pictures of you. Is it really worth it? Changing your plan to go after (Y/N). We tried once already and she got away. Why don’t we go back to the original plan?” 

“Tatum said that (Y/N)’s parents are both away until Monday. They’re splitting up over some woman. She’s spending the weekend with Tatum. So we have tonight to deal with (Y/N). You just have to keep Tatum distracted until we can deal with Syd.” Billy said quietly as he looked around to make sure that no one heard him. Stu looked uncertain for a moment and then nodded.

“Sure. Sounds like a plan.” Stu said and grinned.

They made new plans and managed to sneak up to your house without being spotted. Your parents were the only ones home and they were arguing loudly enough that Billy was able to use one of the knives they had with them to loosen the lock on your bedroom window. He opened it just a crack so he could let himself in later. Trying to loosen the lock in the dark had proven frustratingly difficult. They found a place to stow some supplies and then headed down to Billy’s car. The rest of the day passed by slowly. It made Billy irritable. 

“Why don’t we try and find those pictures Fletcher said he had?” Stu offered. Billy sighed and then shrugged.

“I guess we don’t have anything to do until (Y/N)’s parents leave.” He muttered. The two of them headed to Allen’s house and parked in an off-road. They slowly picked their way down a dirt path through woods that backed up onto the shed they’d found days before. It was locked with a padlock and a short walk from Allen’s house. They stopped before they got too close and tried to see if there was anyone home. An older lady was cooking in the kitchen. She passed by the window every now and then. They moved closer and rounded the corner of the house. A man, who looked a couple of years older than her, was watching tv in a living room that they passed. The window to a bedroom that they assumed was Allen’s was shut and they couldn’t get it open. But there was a window open next to it. It led to a bathroom making it difficult to quietly climb in.

“Ok. We get into the room, find the pictures and then take the ones with me in them. We should be able to get out through the window in there. As long as we don’t make any noise we should be fine.” Billy muttered quietly as Stu managed to drop down through the window after him.

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You found it hard to get to sleep at first. You’d checked the house several times to see if it was still locked up. Your dad had left to spend the night with his new girlfriend. Your mum had gone out of town that morning. You’d finally had enough of them fighting with each other and yelled at them for leaving you alone when someone had tried to break into your house weeks before. They’d only coughed up another twenty in cash and told you to be careful. 

There was a high squeaking noise that woke you. It sounded like one of the windows was opening. You froze in your bed and listened carefully, hoping that it was nothing. But there was more movement and you got up. Carefully you opened your door and stepped out to the corridor. You crept into the living room and hopped to make it to the kitchen where the phone was hung in the cradle on the wall. There was the distinct sound of footsteps which made you panic and look around in the dark, trying to see where it was coming from. You screamed when a figure lurched out of the dark of the kitchen and charged at you. Magangind to grab an armchair and fling it in the way you bought yourself enough time to run back to your room and slam the door shut. You pressed your back against it as you reached for the light switch. Turning when the door started to rattle you didn’t see Billy pulling the door open.

Billy glanced back at Stu who lifted his mask off and looked at Billy who motioned for him to stay quiet. “Go scare him off.” Billy whispered. He yanked the Ghostface mask off and tossed it along with the robes to Stu who hurried to hide them and ran round to the kitchen window. 

“Hey!” Billy whispered. You turned and looked at him with a fear in your eyes that sent a sick thrill through Billy. He had to remind himself to look nervous.

“W-what are you doing here?” You asked. Billy paused for just a moment and his face darkened and then he stepped closer and smiled a little.

“Stu and I were getting some cheap beers at the corner store down the road. We heard a scream and remembered that Tatum said you were out here alone tonight. Luckily we did. We almost went straight home, thought it was an animal or something.” As Billy spoke he leaned his weight on the door to help keep it from opening. There was a loud crash and a scuffling. 

“Where’s Stu?” You asked suddenly. Billy looked down at you and looked at the window. 

“He urm. Went to get help.” Billy said stiffly. The house went quiet again and you looked out the window. He glanced at it and moved away from you.

“I’ll go and see if the coast is clear.” Billy offered and moved you away from the door. You stared at him, terrified that whoever had run at you would knock down Billy and get you. He stepped out into the hall and looked around. He couldn't see anyone but it was quiet and no one else had gotten into the room with you so he assumed everything was fine. 

“They’ve gone. Must have heard me saying that Stu went for help and got scared.” Billy shut the door behind him and you looked relieved. He walked around you in a circle, watching you closely. You seemed to be entirely relaxed even being alone with him. It was strange, the way that you had no problem being near him but Syd’s skin would crawl. She didn’t want to be anywhere near him. It fascinated him. You really had no idea about what he wanted to do to you. He reached down to the knife holstered to his leg and went to pull it out when you suddenly ran at him. He panicked for a moment until he felt your arms crush around him tightly as you hugged him, face pressed against his shoulder. He inhaled your soft smell. The urge to sink the blade in his hand into your side screamed through his head. But you made pathetic soft noises and he found himself letting the knife drop to the floor with two quiet thunks as the blade and then the handle hit the floor. His arms moved around you, his hand resting at the back of your neck as you leaned in more. He stared across the room, seeing himself in a small mirror on your bedside table. Staring at himself he realised he couldn’t do it. He couldn’t kill you. At least not right now. You needed him. That meant that you would leave him. He liked the idea of that. You. Not being able to leave.

“Billy? You get it… done?” Stu said as he hurried in. Billy squeezed you tighter so you wouldn’t turn and see Stu in his Ghostface costume. Stu pulled his mask off and gave Billy a look.

“Did you find that help we needed?” Billy asked. Stu stared at him for a moment and sighed.

“I couldn’t get anyone to help us but I… chased off whoever broke in. I’ll go and check if the phones working now.” Stu said slowly. Billy raised his eyebrows and gave a small nod. Stu hurried out and Billy loosened his grip. You stepped back and sighed. Then you turned away and dropped onto your bed. He took the opportunity to grab at the knife on the floor and hide it in the holster. He was going to sit and talk to you but Stu shouted for help. Billy said to stay where you were but there was such a loud commotion outside that you couldn’t help but go and see what was happening. Maybe you could help if the attacker came back. Maybe you could make a break for it. You stopped as you watched Billy and Stu trying to shove Allen Fletcher into the boot of Billy’s car.

“What the fuck!” You gasped. They both turned. Billy looked annoyed while Stu looked surprised but tried to play it off. You glanced down at Billy’s leg. His trousers had ridden up a little and caught on his boot. You could see the knife strapped to his leg. Stu moved his left leg so you couldn’t see it. But that drew your attention to the ghost face masks on the floor next to the car.

“No.” Billy said firmly as you panicked and then bolted. You could hear him running after you as you darted into the dark woods. It was darker when you got further in and you had to slow down a little to find your way. Even though you knew the woods well enough you found it hard without any landmarks being visible. Billy suddenly lurched out of the dark, knocking you down. Your head smacked against a tree as you both went down. Your vision swam. You lost your bearings, and falling to the floor felt almost as if you were rolling. Then Billy was on top of you, his weight holding you down as he brandished the knife in his hand. Realising you couldn’t get away again you froze up.

Billy tutted and moved your head inspecting the wound on it. “Look what you did. Now you’re hurt. That’s why you shouldn’t run away.” His voice became deeper as he looked down at you, even in the dim light you could see the cold look in his eyes. “You get hurt when you try and leave me.”

“You. You killed Allen.” You said quietly. Billy looked at you as if he found it rather funny that you were so scared. 

“No. We just… helped him decide to leave you alone.” Billy said slowly. You stared up at him helplessly as your head burned with pain. You yelped when he was suddenly up on his feet and started dragging you along after him, his hand twisted in your shirt. Your feet skidded along the dirt as he pulled you along. Stu joined the two of you, pulling something behind him, Allan you assumed. They muttered to each other, stopping at a shed. He shoved you towards Stu who kept a hold of you with one arm. Billy fumbled around in the grass around the shed until he found a rock and broke the lock off. He yanked the door open and shoved Allen inside. He grunted and moved around as Billy found the light and pulled the cord. You took in the room. There was a small sink and camping stove on a table. A bed in the corner and in the middle of the room was a series of chains sunk into the concrete floor. You looked up at Stu with panic and found that he was watching Billy intently.

“You have… a creepy dungeon?” You asked quietly. You honestly didn’t want an answer but really hadn’t been able to stop yourself from talking.

“No! No. He had a creepy dungeon. This is where you were going to be kept like a dog. I saved you!” Billy said. His voice was drawn out, gravelled and unkind. It made you shiver unpleasantly. Allen started to say something and Billy’s face stiffened. You jumped as he turned suddenly and crossed the room with just a few strides. He stabbed Allen several times in the stomach and then sighed and turned back to you. He sighed as if Allen speaking up had frustrated him and jabbed the knife in the air towards you. “I saved you and now you owe me (Y/N). You’re going to do what I want from now on. Understand?” He walked closer and closer until he was close enough that you had to flinch backwards towards Stu to avoid the tip of the knife in Billy’s hand from picking your skin. You nodded and Billy’s eyes flashed with an angry look.

“Y-Yes. I understand.” You said quietly. He smiled at that and nodded. Then he looked at Stu who giggled in a way that made you even more uncomfortable. “Happy? Now we can finish our plans.”

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Tell Me About The Dark Places You Hide ~ Part Four

➥ in which the reader figures out that their best friends are the infamous Woodsboro Killers and decides to help them rather than turn them in. {ft. Mentions of murder; language; stalking; smut (in this chapter); whiny Billy; knife play (ish); bondage; hand job; use of darling, princess, babe, baby boy; aftercare}

Part Three; Part Five || Word Count ~ 1.1k {finally broke 1k!! Hopefully I’ll be able to keep up with the rest of the parts!!}

Taglist ~ @wasawattpadkid @itzlovelyautumn @katie-tibo

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The mask lay discarded somewhere behind you. You’d tied Billy onto the dining room chair and both his and your knives were set carefully on the counter next to you. Your shorts kept riding up your thighs and your cropped shirt showed just enough tantalizing skin to make Billy wonder why the plan was to kill you rather than try and seduce you.

“What are you doing, Princess?” Billy asked. He thought he did a good job hiding the quiver in his voice until you laughed and patted his arm.

“There’ll be no more of that, babe. At least not until you know me better,” you winked at him. “As for what I’m doing to you, it’s all up to you. If you cooperate, it’ll be better for both of us. I won’t have to gut you and stab me and I won’t have to pull a frightened little girl act out of my ass for the cops to believe me.”

“And if I do cooperate?” Billy shifted his thighs uncomfortably, ashamed of the growing hardness there. He never knew he was apparently into bondage and knife play but if this is what it took to figure it out, hopefully it plays out the way he was currently picturing.

Your gaze shifted downwards and Billy realized that his uncomfortable movements hadn’t gone unnoticed. Your eyes shot back up to meet his, but he saw no shame, instead they were filled with the mischievous look he saw in Stu night after night. “Well that depends entirely on you, Loomis. What would you like me to do?”

Billy didn’t say anything, only staring into the depths of your eyes and hoping you didn’t make him beg.

“What do you desire me do to you, Billy?” You said his name with a strange mixture of contempt and arousal, and it only served to turn him on even more. “Use your words, baby boy.”

Billy barely trusted himself to speak without sounding desperate, but if that’s what it took for you to finally fucking touch him. “Please, princess, touch me,” he breathed, voice low and raw.

“Oh, Billy, Billy, Billy, you don’t get to make demands right now,” you laughed, dancing around, his knife in your hand. You reminded him heavily of someone who belonged in an asylum, with the way you handled the knife and the insane laughter that escaped so freely out of you. Add that to how different you seemed in front of others, and you had a combustible formula that was sure to go down in flames.

“What do you want?” Billy managed to bite out. He was so hard it neared the threshold of pain now, and your repeated action of dragging the knife over his cheekbone wasn’t helping.

“I want in,” you said it so matter-of-factly that it took a moment for your words to fight through the haze of arousal clouding his mind. “Whatever you and Stu are planning, I think it needs a lady’s touch, and I want in.”

Billy nodded, dropping his head and breathing heavily. “Yeah. Yes! Fuck, whatever you want, please.”

“Excellent!” You clapped your hands. “Now I’d say you’ve been particularly cooperative, and you seem so needy sitting there, I’d be evil not to do anything about it!”

Billy nodded along, not really paying attention to what he was agreeing to but just hoping you’d start doing something soon.

Slowly, ever so slowly, you removed his Ghostface cloak and slid his pants down to his boots. His fully erect cock sprang out against his toned stomach and the tip was angry and red. Billy hissed as he made contact with the cold air, his head hanging backwards, leaving his neck exposed.

He startled as you dragged the knife over the veins in his throat, whimpering as your fingers trailed a featherlight, barely-there path down his chest. As soon as your fingertips brushed the tip of his cock, he jerked his hips up into you hand, moaning embarrassingly loud.

“Oh, my darling baby boy,” you smirked, leaning in to bite his earlobe. “So sensitive.”

And that was the last warning he got before your hand was fully wrapped around his cock, thumb periodically swiping over the tip. Billy’s hands strained against the ropes. He wanted to grip your waist, longed to feel your hair under his fingers, shower you with the same pleasure you were giving him. He whimpered against your shoulder, leaning in to bite the base of your neck.

“Let me touch you, princess, please,” Billy whined. “Let me make you feel good.”

Your lips ghosted over his. “Not today, baby boy. Tonight it’s your turn.”

In an act of boldness, Billy captured your lips with his own, drawing you in for a desperate kiss. He bit your bottom lip, exploring your mouth. Until the pace you’d set with your hand increased and he groaned, his head dropping back and mouth falling open.

“Let it go, darling. Let it go.”

That was all the encouragement Billy needed to come undone in your hand. He moaned and whined as you stroked him through it, waves of pleasure wracking through his body.

Billy opened his eyes after a few minutes to see you carefully and tenderly washing him off with a damp towel, having untied him already. He realized he was laying down in the couch and wondered if he’d passed out. Shortly after that thought had shot through his mind his cheeks reddened in embarrassment as he realized he’d come so hard in your hand he had blacked out.

“Can you stand?” You asked, helping him sit up. He waved your helpful arm away, despite his gratitude. He wasn’t used to being taken care of after sex, and he had to admit, letting go of control and letting you take the lead had led him to the biggest orgasm of his entire life.

He stood up without an issue, and quickly gathered his clothes, getting dressed without a word. You saw the look on his face and didn’t attempt to start a conversation, instead sitting in the couch where he’d been and watching him leave.

School tomorrow would be awkward.

[stories4thepack]

Revenge is so sweet (part 5)

Wednesday Addams x reader

Warnings: Y/n is so screwed! (swearing, descriptions of gore/blood)

“You tore apart 2 boys!”

The sheriff screamed at you, not bothering to keep his voice calm anymore. You weren’t sure how he had found you, or how you had even gotten into the dark, interrogation room. All you were really aware of were the metal cuffs digging into your wrists, possibly even drawing blood.

“2 boys, for what? A few insults?”

“They insulted Wednesday.”

You muttered, uselessly hoping that would make him shut up. Instead, he stands up quickly, causing the chair to fall behind him. He’s at your side in a second, glaring at you with complete and utter hatred.

Were cops meant to act like this?

If you were a normie, you would probably be having a calm talk and might even have a glass of water

But Normies don’t break bones with their teeth.

“So he insulted that freak, the girl who can never cease to stick her nose in police business.”

You felt that horribly pain tingling across your body as you muscles all began to ache. You gritted your teeth, desperate to find some way to stop your shifting.

“You are going to be put away for a long fucking time!”

He screamed at you, the sound making you flinch. He paused, grinning before coming closer to your face. His breath reeking of alcohol. Your heart began to pound painfully, your lungs about to explode out of your chest.

“And you will never see that bitch again.”

You snap, ripping the cuffs from the table and pounding your fists onto the arms of the chair.

“Those boys talked shit about your son too! Yeah, the Hyde, the serial killer. The one the entire fucking country is trying to find.”

The sheriff grabs the scruff of your shirt, pulling you closer to his messy, un-shaved face.

“What did you say.”

He hisses, but you cannot stop your words. Anger flowing out of you, the urge to shift again becoming almost unbearable.

“I’m amazed you still have your job, your such a mourning mess that I thought they would give you leave. No, I guess your too desperate to find your son before the bullets do!”

He throws you onto the floor, the cuffs (still attached to your wrists) drawing a flow of blood from beneath them.

“Your too good for prison,”

You growl at him, almost willing your wolf to come out just to tear him apart.

“I’ll be calling animal control!”

He takes a step closer, as if to attack, but the door flies open, revealing three armed police officers behind it. They storm into the room, seizing Sheriff Galpin and forcing him away from you. You manage to catch a glimpse of Wednesday, before everything goes black.

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You followed Wednesday, paws padding along the earthy ground as the sun began to set. You could hear the faint sound of a siren behind you, but you couldn’t care.

“Are you going to release my hand?”

She asked calmly, looking over at you. Your heart sped up as you realised you were still holding it, dropping it slowly. If you were in your human form, you would of blushed. But your tail wagged happily as you began to bounce around her.

“Perhaps you have lost your mind, may I remind you that you almost killed two people back there. “

You froze, was she disappointed? Out of all the people, you thought she would be proud of you. You turned to her, jumping in her path and sitting down. Forcing her to stop.

“What are you doing mutt?”

She questions, watching as you growl lowly at her. Carefully sitting up and taking an aggressive step forward.

“Y/n, you do not want to play this game with me.”

She demands, remaining rooted to the spot as you take another step forward, baring your canines at her.

“Are you going to do this because I disapprove of your actions a moment ago.”

Another step forward, another growl

“If you are going to be this childish about it then-“

She doesn’t finish as you leap at her, great paws forcing her onto the ground. She sighs, attempting to get up before you force her down with a playful growl.

“Y/n, this is an immature reactio-“

You growl at her again, pressing your nose against her throat. You hear the way she cuts herself off, the way her heart beats a millisecond faster or perhaps it was your imagination. You stay like that for a while, smelling the blood beneath her veins and giving her skin a gentle lick, receiving an almost unnoticeable shiver in return.

“Are you going to tear out my throat?”

She asks, sounding almost board of your antics. But your playful revenge was not over yet

You rear back your head, fangs on full display before biting down on her throat, careful to not hit a major artery. She gasps, surprised by your actions and yet, relishing the short pain you are putting her through. You pull away, and Wednesday notices a slight grin on your bloody wolf face.

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“Do not move Y/n”

Wednesday demands. You were in her dorm room in Nevermore, only having regained consciousness a moment ago. You had sat up from her bed, a blanket still draped over your body. Both your hands were on her legs, her grip firm and yet gentle as she rapped a wet cloth on your wrists, cleaning the wounds.

“They are not that deep considering how tight those cuffs were.”

You nod, unable to truly form words. You can hear the wolf barking in the back of your head. The images of Wednesday lightly trailing her hand along your fur popped to mind, a smile growing across your face. Enid sits beside you, a hand protectively around your waist. It felt comforting, being with the two people you cared about.

“Shit.”

You hiss as Wednesday dabs alcohol against your injury.

“Be quiet, do you want to die of an infection?”

“Wednesday-“

Enid mutters, causing the Raven hair to lift her head. She gives the werewolf a glare. You stay quiet as Enid slowly nods her head towards you. Words being silently passed between the two roommates.

“Enid,”

Wednesday finally says, looking back down to the blood across your arms.

“Please go to the infirmary and bring me some clean bandages and an ice pack.”

“Icepack?”

You ask, as Enid rubs your shoulder before leaving quickly.

“You hit your head.”

Your crush answers, silence passing between the two of you. You wince as she wraps your wrists tightly in the cloth, holding it firmly in place.

“Why did you wolf out when they insulted me?”

Wednesday suddenly asks, keeping her eyes fixated on your injury. You swallow nervously, desperately trying to find a reasonable excuse.

“They were being mean. It upset me.”

You mutter, attempting to hide the way you blush as her eyes meet yours.

“Yet, they insulted you many times before me. They insulted me once and you wolfed out.”

“Well, your my Friend.”

You say far too quickly, you were terrified she would reject you. Terrified she would insult you and walk away. Enid returns before Wednesday can say anything else. You notice the way she hesitates. Perhaps noticing the way she may have interrupted something. You hoped there was going to be something to interrupt.

“I’m going to find Yoko, she might have news about Sheriff Galpin.”

Both you and Wednesday nod in response. Watching in silence as she leaves the room again. You eyes are drawn from the door by the sound of Wednesday hitting the ice pack to get it to work.

“I am going to have a look at the wound on your head.”

You nod, praying that she cannot hear the way your heart beats rapidly against your chest as she comes to the side of you face. You flinch as she pressed the cloth against your bloody forehead.

She ignores you and yet seems to be that little bit gentler with you. Your wolf begins to whine in the back of your head, making you blush as you feel her fingers moving hair out of the way to check the wound.

“Shut it.”

You hiss as your wolf barks at her in your head. Wednesday pauses and places the ice pack against your head before sitting in the chair in-front of you.

“The wolf?”

“Y-yeah! How did you know?”

You stutter, embarrassed slightly. She turns away, picking up the bandages she had placed on her desk.

“Enid mentioned it happens after the first shift.”

she mutters, turning back to your wrists before beginning wrap a bandage around one of them.

Silence

Again

WHY WAS THERE SILENCE????

“There was something that I wish to ask you!”

She says, finishing covering one of your wrists before moving to the other. You smile at her, your heart pounding against your chest as if you were going to shift again.

“why did you take a bullet for me?”

She looks up, and you see it. In her cold, dark (but deep) eyes. You can see why she was asking. Why you saved her, why you shifted for her.

Hope

It seemed stupid that you hadn’t seen it before, that the very desperate feelings that you were suffering with every time you heard Wednesday’s name….. she too was experiencing. Out of everyone, you thought you would be the one person to notice all her hidden thoughts.

But love had blinded you

“I think you know the answer Wednesday.”

You whispered, leaning an inch closer. She stiffened slightly, a ghostly action, but one you caught. You freeze, allowing her to come to you.

“Are you expressing your-“

She paused, obviously unsure of the right word to use.

“I like you Wednesday, I obviously like you!”

You laugh, feeling free from the secret you had kept for what felt like centuries. You suck in a nervous breath as the raven hair looks back at you. Her face remaining emotionless

“That is why you took a bullet for me, why you would of torn apart those two bo-“

You growl, grabbing her by the back of the head and kissing her firmly. It takes a moment, but she mimics your action, leaning further into you.

When you pull away, she chooses to ignore the stupid grin that had spread across your face. You eyes scan her face, catching the faint marks of your bite in the forest earlier still fresh on her neck. You chuckle, remembering the way you had behaved, like a puppy (a love sick puppy)

“You still taste of blood.”

She mutters, attempting to hide a faint smile. You chuckle, pulling her in again, feeling the way her hand finds it’s way onto your leg. When you finally pull away, your cocky grin is impossibly big. You look at her, intertwining your fingers with hers, ignoring the faint pain from your wrist.

“Well….doesn’t my revenge taste sweet?”

[xqueen-of-disasterx]

Under the mask

Kinktober day 2

Paring: fem!reader x Ghostface!amab!Nat

Warnings: SMUT, DUB!CON, Dom!Nat, Sub!Reader, implied murder, blow job, unprotected sex, riding, Daddy kink (I’m sorry), stalker behavior, clit play, slight dumbification

!Disclaimer English is not my first language so please excuse any grammar or spelling errors. This story is completely fictional!

Masterlist- kinktober

A ghost made it was through your hometown. Hiding in the shadows to wait patiently for its next victim. The community in your city was terrified to say the least. The police was useless having no idea who the gruesome could be. The only clue which they did have that the killer must be a male. No woman could be this sadistic they thought, they suspect. Oh how wrong they were. Why the cops interviewed some innocent man Natasha made her way through the cold city. This years October was especially cold leaving anyone outside to freeze especially at this hour. However Natasha was burning in desire. Desire for you. She was watching you for a week now, her body was longing for your youth and sexuality. You were different than her other victims she didn’t want to kill you. Not yet. She wanted you to be hers. There was only one problem; your boyfriend.

You were alone tonight like so often you tried to call Peter to see if he was home but he didn’t pick up making you suspect that he was out with friends . Peter, your boyfriend, rather went out to have a drink with his friends and some chick named Gamora. To be honest you suspected him cheating on you. He’d smile at his phone all the time came home late at night smelling like cheap perfume. You didn’t leave him either, to big was your fear of ending up alone. You made your way into your apartment building up the stairs facing the door. You press the door handle down to notice that the door was unlocked. You looked at the handle confused not knowing how the door could be unlocked when you checked it twice the this morning. You tried to clam your nerves by thinking it must’ve been your boyfriend and not the killer. What would be the chances?

Once you were in your apartment you called out for Peter. No response. You felt a shivers down your spine something was off you weren’t alone here. Your instincts set in and you rushed to the door. Your hand was nearly touching the handle as you felt to arms grab you roughly. The persons bloody knife on your neck pressing the sharp steal against the soft flesh of your throat. “What I nice catch eh?” She pressed you hard against her. “It’s a shame you had to put up with such an excuse for a boyfriend but I took care of that sweetheart” Her touch felt strangely comforting better than Peters could ever have felt. “We are going to have a lot of fun tonight”

The woman with the mask found herself with you on your couch again. The white screaming mask and black clothes hiding her identity from you. You were afraid of her but also aroused at the sight of her bulge. “I’ve you are a good girl I’ll leave you unharmed bunny.” Her voice was sweet like honey pulling me in to her. “Yes of course Daddy” Your knees hit the hard ground as you watched Natasha unbuckle her belt moving her hips away from the cushion to pull down her pants and boxers freeing her thick length. She was big to say the least the biggest you had had yet. “You’re so big daddy” you said in an awe wrapping your hands around her erected penis. “I know bunny but could girls can take it” Your plump lips wrap around her deep red tip your tongue circling it making the woman with the ghost mask throw her head back groaning. You swallowed a few more inches bobbing you head up and done.

You pull away again licking up the sides of her cock spreading the saliva up her thick shaft making her crazy. You lick her balls and the woman above you was in heaven and you. You enjoyed it more than you should. “Do you like that daddy” you ask in an innocent tone your tongue on her shaft again. Nat moaned nodding how how badly you wanted to see her

face twist in pleasure maybe later you thought. You wrapped around her again put this time she had decided that you were way to confident. She place her hands on your head holding it in place as she roughly fucks up your throat making you gag and whimper. The sounds you made were running vibration down her veiny shaft as she grew even more desperate. Her groans turned into whimpers as she emptied herself into your throat. Hot cum shot down into your stomach as you swallowed everything she gave you.

Roughly she pulled you up making you sit on her lap avoiding her still hard member. “Good girl“ she whispered in your ear pulling you up and forward your entrance right above her tip. Slowly she pulled you down making you cry at the feeling of the stretch. You pushed your face into her neck as she filled you up to the brim. She moved your hips back and forth making you cry as you rode her your legs shivering. You clenched down hard as your arousal dripped down your thighs. You babbled some unrecognizable words at he feeling for her finding your sweet spot “Fuck you little slut too cock dump to talk” her hands found your clit. She pulled the hood back rubbing tight circles. “Do you like your clit getting played with” she groaned into your ear. “Fuck I’m gonna-” Natasha interrupted you “cum cum with me” you clenched down hard as you both had your releases her painting your velvet walls white. You collapsed on top of her.

“Ready for round two?”

:)

I do not own these characters all rights go to Marvel

[xxoxobree]

“Hey Babe”

Gohstface!Morales Twins x Black!Fem!Reader [Scream AU]

Fictober Special 🩷

Warnings: Cuss words , mentions of blood , mentions of stabbing , character death.

A/n This idea was given to me by : a weirdo

The news blared over the TV as it did every morning, your dad on the couch watching as you made breakfast before heading to school. But this morning, the words caught your attention, sending a chill down your spine.

“Woodsboro teen killed, the teenage girl is identified to be 16-year-old Danielle James,” you gasped, covering your mouth as you turned around to continue listening.

“Police said the murder happened last night, she was stabbed multiple times and found in her home. The investigation is ongoing, police ask if you’ve seen anything to please call at 1-800-tips.”

Your head swirled with questions. Why Danielle? And who would do that to her? You squinted your eyes in pure shock and confusion.

Your thoughts were broken by your dad, who now stood in front of you. He sighed, a sad look on his face. You and your dad were pretty familiar with Danielle and her family, on the account that she was kind of a delinquent. Your dad, being a cop, had picked her up a few times, but she managed to straighten up last year. Since then, you two became sort of friends , when she would visit your dad to update him on her progress.

You looked up to your dad, who was on the verge of tears. You walked closer to him, giving him a tight hug. “It’s gonna be okay, dad.” You said, trying your best to comfort him. He gave you a pat on the back and a nod. “You should probably get to school, or you’ll be late.”

So off you went, down the stairs of your apartment building and outside toward school. Today was different; the air had a slight chill to it, unusual for California, especially this early in the year. You crossed your arms, trying to keep in some of your body heat as the wind whipped against your skin, sending a shiver throughout your body.

You walked, looking at your shoes. There wasn’t much else to look at; the streets were eerily empty today. You shrugged your shoulders at the thought, “Everybody’s just paranoid," you said, assuming that everyone decided to skip walking because of the news. But inside, you were frightened too.

As you strolled alone, thoughts of being kidnapped and gutted raced through your mind. “Better pick up the pace,” you muttered, quickening your steps. “Pat, pat, pat,” you heard footsteps behind you. You spun around, only to find the empty sidewalk. “Okay, this is getting weird,” you mumbled, turning back and continuing your walk.

“Pat, pat, pat,” the footsteps persisted, now closer. You turned around once more, not stopping this time, but still, no one was there. “BOO!” Yelled Miles who appeared out of thin air, causing you to nearly jump out of your skin. “MILES, WHAT THE HELL?” you shouted, playfully smacking his chest. He burst into laughter, slinging his arm around you. “Did I scare you, y/n?” he teased.

“Shut up, Miles,” you answered, shoving him away. “Yeah, y/n, scared?” chimed in Milo, your boyfriend, who seemed to materialize out of nowhere on the other side too. “Hey, babe,” you exclaimed, practically jumping into his arms for a hug. “Isn’t it weird that no one else is out and about today?” you said aloud to the twins. “They’re all too terrified of the mysterious killer,” Miles replied, laughing heartily, with Milo joining in. The three of you strolled into school, where the entire campus was buzzing with the news of what had happened to Danielle.

“I heard it was Ghostface.” “Maybe the streets finally caught up with her.” “I heard it was an ex she pissed off.” These were the snippets of conversation that filled the hallways, leaving you to sigh in frustration.”

You grabbed Milo’s hand, pulling him aside. Fear filled your eyes as you looked up at him. "Do you really think Ghostface is back?" Ghostface had terrorized this town two years ago. Your cousin had been a victim, barely escaping with her life by taking another's. Ghostface, who turned out to be her best friend. They left the state to escape.

"Ghostface can't be back, T-Tiana killed Ghostface," you stammered, your voice filled with panic. Your chest rose and fell rapidly as you looked at your boyfriend. Milo intertwined his fingers with yours, shushing you, attempting to calm you down. "It's okay, y/n. You'll be fine," he reassured you, giving you a warm hug.

Just as you were starting to regain your composure, Miles approached with his girlfriend and your friend, Kat, trailing behind him. He leaned against the lockers. "We're having a movie night, you down?" he asked, directing his question towards you.

“ I don’t know, A house filled with just teenagers is probably a candy store for him or her. Whatever the psycho motherfucker is. “ Milo gave your cheek a kiss. “Come on babe, it'll be fun," Milo pleaded, and you couldn't say no to him. A smile crept onto your face as you agreed, "Okay."

"Movie night it is. I'm not buying snacks," Miles said, grabbing Kat's hand and walking away. The rest of the school day was relatively normal, as normal as it could get with a killer on the loose. The bell rang, and you made your way out the double doors, giving Milo a kiss before telling him you'll see him later.

You made it home stuffing the key into the lock, turning it before walking inside and taking off your shoes. "Dad! Dad!" You shouted for your father with no answer. You ran up the stairs to his bedroom, knocking on the door before opening it and poking your head in. "Dad?" You called out again, still no answer. You shut the door, taking out your cellphone to call him.

As you dialed his number, you heard the front door softly close. "Dad is that you?" you called out, walking down the stairs, but there was no response. You rolled your eyes and pulled out your phone, dialing his number. Just as you were about to hit the call button, a call came through from a private number. Red flags immediately went off in your head, but curiosity got the better of you, and you answered the call.

"Who is this?" you asked, your voice tinged with caution. A weird distorted voice came through the phone, one that you had been warned about. It was Ghostface. Panic immediately set in as you realized that you were a target.

"What do you want?" you asked, your voice shaky. "Just conversation, don't you want to talk, Y/n?" He teased.

You mustered up the courage to confront the caller. "Leave me the fuck alone!" you screamed into the phone, only to be cut off by a chilling threat. "Hang up this phone, and I'll slit you from ear to ear."

Your blood ran cold. "Do you like scary movies, Y/n? Maybe I’ll cut up that pretty boyfriend of yours." he taunted. Anger and fear mingled within you, and without thinking, you snapped, "Fuck you!" and hung up the phone.

Rushing down the rest of the stairs, you made sure all the doors were locked. Gripping your phone tightly, you quickly sent a text to your dad, warning him about the strange call.

As you waited anxiously for a response, your mind raced with thoughts of who Ghostface might be and why they had targeted you.

You looked up and there he was standing. Your body froze as you watched him slowly step by step walk toward you before your brain actually comprehended what would happen if he caught you. Your dad’s room, you quickly ran inside slamming the door locking it. “Shit, shit shit.” You said your heart racing as you looked around for an escape route, Ghostface pounding on the door trying to kick it down. You ran to the window opening it, you looked out, maybe you could jump it, a broken ankle is better than being dead. You stuck one foot out the window before “BOOM.”

The door was kicked open as Ghostface was charging toward you, his knife sparkling in the little sunlight that was left. Now or never. You jumped out and you barely made it, twisting your ankle in the fall. You groaned in pain, getting up limping onto the sidewalk down the street, attempting to make it to the Morales'. You whined in pain with every step you took, hot tears were now streaming down your face, and the reality sank in.

You could’ve been dead. You limped through the dimly lit streets, you looked up, seeing Milo walking towards you, his head buried in his phone. "Milo, hel-" you tried to scream, but your voice failed you. Finally, he looked up from his phone, concern etched on his face as he rushed over to you.

"What happened? Why are you limping?" he asked, his voice laced with worry, as you collapsed into his arms. Gasping for breath "It's Ghostface, Milo. We gotta go."

Confusion clouded Milo's face "Ghostface? Y/n, what are you talking about?" But you knew there was no time for explanations. You had to get away, and fast. You pushed yourself up, leaning on your good leg. "Milo, we have to fucking go, now!" you urged, limping off without waiting for him.

"Ma, slow down," Milo called out, his voice filled with concern as he caught up to you. Together, you made it to the safety of Milo's house, where he helped you stumble into his room.

"I'm gonna get you some ice for your foot, okay?" he said, flashing you his charming smile that never failed to ease your worries. "Okay, babe," you replied, relieved. You settled into his bed, the soft sheets providing comfort.

You reached for your phone to call your father, but as you put it to your ear, it rang and rang, unanswered.

"What the fuck?" you muttered. Exhausted and emotionally drained, you leaned your head back on the pillow, closing your eyes. In that moment, your phone vibrated in your hand, jolting you from your rest. It was your dad calling.

"Dad, Dad, I'm at Milo's," you stammered, holding back tears that threatened to spill. "Ghostface is back, Dad," you whispered, the weight of the past crashing down on you.

You heard the distorted voice again over the phone. "Would you like to play a game, Y/n? How fast can a person run with a broken ankle?" The words sent a chill down your spine, and you instinctively threw your phone across the room, adrenaline surging through your body.

"Milo? Babe, we have to go!" you screamed for him, your heart pounding in your chest, as you rushed into the living room. But before you could reach him, a hand grabbed you from behind a knife being buried in your stomach, causing you to scream out in pain. Desperate to break free, you leaned forward and bit Ghost face's hand, forcing him to release his grip.

As you stumbled away, pain shooting through your body, you used your hand to cover the wound, feeling the warm blood seep through your fingers. Whimpering in agony, you limped as fast as you could towards the front door, but it wasn't fast enough.

You felt your braids being yanked, the knife piercing your back, before you were forcefully thrown to the floor. Tears streamed down your face, as you pleaded for your life, your words broken and muffled.

Crawling on your hands and knees, every movement accompanied by excruciating pain, you pulled yourself towards the faint glimmer of hope—the door. Determined to make it out alive, you pushed through the agony.

But just as you were about to reach the door, another Ghost face appeared before you, his presence blocking your escape. He rest his shoe on your head the other pressing down on your injured leg, making it impossible to move.

"Please, I just wanna go home," you said pleadingly to him. Ghostface chuckled, relishing in your desperation, while his accomplice moved to stand beside him. “That’s so cute ,She wants to go home.” The masked figure bent down, removing his disguise to reveal the face of Milo, your boyfriend the person whose charming smile had lured you in. Miles, the other twin, followed suit revealing himself , both of them laughing in sinister unison.

As tears blurred your vision, you let out a pathetic cry, unable to comprehend the betrayal. "Why?" you asked breathlessly. Milo pulled your head back by your braids, pressing the cold steel knife firmly against your chin. Locked in his icy gaze, you saw nothing but heartlessness, a coldness you had failed to recognize before.

"You biting me is enough reason for me to kill you," Miles spewed venomously. Milo chuckled, giving your lips a soft, mocking peck, a kiss you had once yearned for. "The thing is, Y/n, we don't need a motive," he said icily, raising his hand before words could escape your lips.

Milo buried his knife deep in your throat. He watched as your eyes rolled back and you choked on your own blood , the gargling noises was music to his ears. You went limp and your breathing stopped. Milo took the knife out of your neck standing up , wiping it clean with his gloves.

Copyright © 2023 Breeandhermunches. All rights reserved.

[r0s3m4ry-mp3]

Some random creepypasta headcanons because i feel like it and haven't posted a actual post in awhile!!😭

GENERAL HCS

All the creeps dont live in a mansion obviously

Most live on their own by stealing their victims cash/getting a job or live in abandoned buildings/warehouses

Supernatural?ghost or Like demon or whatever type creeps live in their own dimensions (lj,jason,candypop,etc)

They come back to earth when they need to kill

Some live with their gf/bfs like judge angels and nurse ann(girlbosses!!!)

The proxies (toby,masky,hoodie,kate,etc) live in a proxy cabin in the woods

Most haven't even met each other before or have just heard of eachother from the news

Like for example puppeteer and helen probably don't even know esch other how are y'all hc them as friends??☠☠

Most of them probably have lice😭

RANDOM HCS

Toby drools because of his gash in his mouth

It also will never heal bc this mf bites his cheek when hes nervous without realizing

So does jeffs like smile but he keeps recutting it bc he likes looking edgy😭

Jeff is absolutely batshit gross

He probably smells like a schoolbus,sweat,cigarettes and weed☠(hes still my bbg tbh)

When helen is on a walk or smth he carrys cat treats with him for the stray cats

Bro loves cats sm

He will literally pick them up and cuddle them

He has a huge soft spot for them(as he should 😞❗❗)

He absolutely hates childern though

Liu doesn't have did and he actually went ro therapy after the incident and stuff

He also isnt a killer

He now works as a cop and hates jeff with all his heart

He kinda misses him though

They haven't seen eachother in more than 20 years

Sally is permently looks 12 but is mentally like 38 and hates when people act like shes a baby or smth

Like why do you all baby her sm

Shes not a toddler shes literally like 12 😭

Toby has a happy trail(bbg!!!😻😻)

Clockwork and toby used to date when he like just became a proxy but then she realized she was a lesbian

They're cool now though

Shes dating nina♡

Slenderman has been around for WAYYYY longer then every other entity type supernatural creep

Puppeteer lives in this creepy ass abandoned mansion

Lj listens to icp religiously 😞❗❗

Him and jeff would be yhe type to ask you to name 3 songs when you wear a band tee

Jeff has adhd

[kittyamore0]

Slashers find out their S/O has killed:

[Part 3]

Cw: blood, murder, sexual themes, GN! Reader, blood kink, sex mentions

CHARACTERS: Bo Sinclair, Lester Sinclair, Bubba Sawyer, Kurt Kunkle, Patrick Bateman, Hannibal Lector, Normal Bates

BO SINCLAIR

He was trying to lure in victims into his house for Vincent to kill

"Let me help you with that,"

BAM!

Blood splatters all over him

"THE FUCK-"

He's absolutely shocked

The hell did you come from?

"Sorry, Baby Bo."

He's finally staring at you, and you're holding a goddamn bat

A bloody bat.

Theres blood on him.

And it belongs to the person he was trying to lure in...

click. He could quite literally hear that noise as it finally clicked in his mind about what you had done

You just killed the person he was trying to lure in...

"H-HOLY SHIT!-"

"Y-YOU JUST?!-"

"WHERE DID YOU?!-"

"HUH?!"

He's just staring at you while you wipe the blood off his messy, bloody shirt

He snaps out of his daze when you land quick peck on his chapped lips

And where you this hot...?!

Needless to say, hes was very shocked and confused.

He still is, but hes come to an acceptance that you also kill people

LESTER SINCLAIR

"Les, i got something!"

"coming!"

He hopped in the truck and ruffled your hair

"Good job! What animal did you get?"

"You'll see~"

What in the hell did you mean by that.

He shrugged it off and let you drive

He noticed that the closer you guys got to your catch, the animals did in fact NOT look like animals

It looks like two people inspecting 4 dead bodies

wait,

WHAT THE FUCK-

Blood spilled all over the car windows

You just sat there laughing

When he got into the truck, he was expecting you got a roadkill

NOT FUCKING 6 HUMAN DEAD BODIES

He's shocked, he will not get over this

"O-oh, well, i have a killer S/O. That's nice..."

He's trying to rethink his life while you're just sitting there hugging him with dead bodies in front of the car

BUBBA SAWYER

He had just come back from chasing around a group full of boys and girls

He was very upset

He only managed to get 3 out of 6!

the other 3 went missing

He just assumed they had escaped

Though, there was no trail that they had escaped

Which confused him greatly

He noticed you cutting up something

Then he saw three heads and one alive chicken

Just what he needed

Some nice dinner

Wait.

Where'd you get those heads?

WAIT WERE THOSE THE OTHER THREE?!-

"Hey, Bub. These rascals were running around the house, and i wasn't going to let them make a mess here."

He's silent for a minute

"Bub? is something wrong?-"

You yelped when he picked you up and hugged your body against his

Happy babbling from him

KURT KUNKLE

Lets all be honest,

You both would use both of you're craziness to get fame

You would wear a mask while filming yourself stabbing someone

He would pretend that its special effects

Only on Halloween since its more believable

Has you hiding in the trunk of the car so you can pop out and slit the persons throat

Will actually laugh at this

He'll do those couple challenges with you after you'd just killed someone

Just watches you as you kill one of his passengers

Will automatically say 'no' if someone asked for help

He'll start driving crazy fast just to scare the passengers

Not too fast where the cops had to stop him though

He first met you when you were robbing a convenience store

You had a mask on and a gun held in your hand

He was confused on how the police hadnt come yet

That was until he saw that the cameras were shot down

You had killed almost everyone and was money and some snacks

You noticed his figure standing there, so you pointed your gun at him

"Woah, woah! Lets calm down now, alright?"

You held your gun down

You thought he was cute

He was your type

So, you just hopped over the counter and grabbed him

"W-wait, where we going?!-"

You ran out of the back door and into an alleyway

You took off your mask and put your index finger to your lips

He thought you was mad cute

"U-uh, so, whats your n-name? im Kurt-"

"Shut up, and move faster."

PATRICK BATEMAN

He honestly would not care

Oh, you kill?

Well, he kills too!

He would most likely team up with you, his S/O, to get rid of people who annoyed him

He thinks you're attractive when you kill

Sex after you or him had killed

He would literally go DOWN on you

slight blood kink

But doesn't like it when you have someone else's blood on you while you two are getting intimate

Doesn't like someone else's blood on him either

So, he'll shower or have you shower first

And after that, he'll pull out that knife and make little nips and cuts on your body

One way of him marking you

He'll show you off even more

He honestly knows if someone tried flirting with you, they'd be gone

And not because of him

HANNIBAL LECTOR

He came home and couldnt find you

He had checked everywhere in the house, except for one place

The garage

He opened the garage door to see you holding 2 huge bagged items

And 4 un-bagged...

Human bodies...

And 3 chickens

"Han! We ran out of food, so i got what you liked and something for me as well. Do remind me, which organ do you like best?"

He was shocked to say

But he quickly got over it

"Any is fine, dear."

He had a sincere smile plastered on his face

This made him feel more secure about you

His S/O went through the trouble to make him dinner that fits his interesting taste?

How...

Lovely.

He would have to find out a way to repay you

NORMAN BATES

He liked you. A lot.

But his mother didnt

At first.

You stepped into the bates motel with someone else with you

Norma, Normans mother, was already judging you

Norma took over when you went into your room with that other person

He made it towards your room, in front of your door

Then he heard screams

Norma was absolutely shocked

He used the master key to open the door and saw you murdering the other person you had come into the motel with

Norma took a liking to you

Someone who was like her son...

She didn't like the thought of her son, Norman, around people like you

But you were an exception

Norman had also liked you

The next day, Norman had took it upon himself to talk to you

Norma had encouraged him too

"H-hi, Im-Im Norman."

"Hello, Norman."

He fainted.

[apomaro-mellow]

For the bingo, I need to see a Tommy and Carol appearance please !

A lot was running through Steve's mind as he grabbed some food for Eddie, hiding out in the boathouse still. The fact that they were going through this all over again when last time for sure he thought they were done. Would it just be monsters this time? Or would they have to fight people? They were already avoiding the cops.

Steve wasn't putting any thought into what Eddie would like, how would he know? He'd just met the guy.

"Is that who I think it is?"

He definitely wasn't thinking about them anymore. He tried not to look too annoyed when he turned and Carol and Tommy were standing there, Caroll with a handbasket full of groceries, Tommy, arm around her shoulders.

"Heyy", Steve greeted half-heartedly.

"Oooh, he doesn't look to happy to see us", Tommy teased.

"You still sore about little miss priss?", Carol asked. "You two aren't even a thing anymore."

Of course they would bring up Nancy. That was their go to, before, during, and any time they crossed paths after. Steve didn't hide his annoyance this time and openly rolled his eyes.

"No, maybe it's not that. Maybe he's worried about that freak still running around", Tommy speculated.

"Yeah, and since the Byers are gone, Nancy doesn't have her weirdo boyfriend here anymore. Maybe she'll get got by that freak, Munson."

"Byers didn't actually off his brother, so she needs to get got by a real killer."

Steve listened to them snicker for half a second before losing it. "Pretty rich coming from a couple of nobodies who couldn't make the news even if they did get the nerve to kill someone."

They looked affronted but not chastised so he continued.

"If you learned nothing from what happened with Jonathan and his brother, it's innocent until proven guilty. So no, I'm not worried about Munson or anything he might be up to. The guy plays pretend in the drama room and hangs out with freshmen."

Steve took a quick look in Carol's basket.

"And I'd be more worried about the fact that Carol's picked up a box of condoms that are not in your size Tommy."

He stayed long enough to catch the look on their faces before meeting back up with Dustin at the register. Eddie was innocent. And when this was all over, he'd make sure everyone in town knew it.

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Baltimore Part One (Will Graham)

Description: Will and his wife have a plan to take Hannibal's house from him

Warning: Oral sex

Word Count: 1,720k

I loved Hannibal. I loved him, I loved him, I loved him. But was I in love with him? My husband and I were both teachers and helped the FBI with cases. Will had this special power that he could see how people died and give it in very specific detail. Each time it seemed we’d catch somebody there was a copycat killer. Will had started seeing this physiatrist named Hannibal Lector. He was rich and had a huge mansion. He was very smart and helped us on these cases. He seemed to have everything. “He wants us to come over for dinner.” Will had told me. I was excited once I heard he was a good cook. We had gotten dressed up for the dinner as Hannibal requested.

I had a nice red dress that went down to my legs and showed some of my chest. Will didn’t have anything crazy fancy but we managed to make it work. I watched as he buttoned up the fancy dress shirt that I had gotten him for our anniversary years ago. We have been together since we were 16. He is the best man I've ever met and I love him so much. He looked so good in the shirt that it made me melt. I walked over to him and wrapped my arms around his neck. “You look wonderful baby.” He told me. I blushed everytime he complimented me. “But you look very sexy in this shirt.” I told him. I leaned in and whispered in his ear. “I wanna rip it off you.” His breathing picked up some and I gave him a little bite on his ear. “You can’t say things like that to me when we have somewhere to be.” He says.

Hannibal made us some really fancy dinner that I hadn’t heard the name of before. He had the most expensive wine and a crazy big kitchen. The food was amazing as was the wine. I closed my eyes and almost moaned at how good everything was. “You are a wonderful cook Mr.Lector.” I said to him. “Hannibal please and thank you!” He was also very handsome and charming. I loved Will but damn there was something about Hannibal. His accent was incredible and sexy. The fact that he could cook added to it. Will and him talked about the case we were currently working on as I ate the dinner in silence not really caring about the case right now. “So Will tells me you are very smart and almost went to Harvard.” Hannibal says now turned to me. I blush and chuckle “Yes but I took a different path.” I say. “Teaching is it?” I nodded as I chewed the rest of my food. “At least you’re putting your talent to good use.” “Cheers to that.” Will said, holding up his glass. I laugh as they both do it.

“Dinner was lovely Hannibal thank you for having us.” I said as we were leaving. “Thank you for coming Mrs. Graham.” “Y/N please.” He smiled and nodded. We left his big mansion and sighed. “It would be amazing to live in a house that big, especially with the dogs.” Will said. “Yeah it would.” I say.

I looked at Will like he was crazy. “You think Hannibal is doing all of the killings?” I asked him. “Y/N/N he isn’t the copycat he’s the chesapeake ripper.” I couldn’t believe what my husband was saying. Why did he think that Hannibal was the Chesapeake ripper? “Will that’s crazy. I mean what evidence do you have to support that?” I asked. “Babe, I've seen him do it in my visions and he drugged me.” I wanted to laugh at the first part but in reality Will’s visions were spot on. “How do you know he drugged you?” I asked. “I remember everything now from that night I couldn’t.” I felt like I had to believe him but he sounded crazy. “Ok let’s just say he did and is the Chesapeake ripper. What are we gonna do about it?” He shrugged. “Tell Jack?” I laughed at him “Baby he is sucking Hannibal’s dick. He wouldn’t believe that.” He sighed. “Maybe you’re right.” He said.

I stood in shock as the cops arrested Will. My body was frozen and my mouth was wide open. I couldn’t move as they took him away from me. Why the fuck was Will getting arrested? He didn’t even do anything. “He murdered all those people Y/N.” Jack said. Yet I knew he didn’t even believe that. “Bullshit and you know it Jack.” I said, “All the evidence points to him.” He tells me. “Hannibal did the killings, Jack not my husband.” I say. “Was that something Will got in your head?” I rolled my eyes. I’d rather Hannibal be in prison than my husband. “He might not remember doing it either.” Will did sleepwalk but I was always there with him. “I wanna speak to my husband, Jack.” I say ignoring him.

“God I miss you so much, being in here is a nightmare.” He tells me. I smile at him and sigh. “And how do you think I feel?” I asked him. “Sleeping alone, Having to wake up alone, having to touch myself.” I whisper the last part and he groans. “Trust me babygirl when I get out of here you won’t ever have to do that again.” I was dripping at his words. “Can’t wait.” He smiles. “So did they find evidence on Hannibal?” He asked. “No. They don’t even believe he would do something like that.” I say. “Oh but I would?” “Will I know you didn’t and whether or not I believe you about Hannibal, I'd rather him be in here than you.” “Yeah me too.” I hated seeing him locked up like this. “Maybe he’d let us take care of his house for him.” I joke but I saw something in Will’s eyes change. He didn’t say anything but I felt the tension.

“Will, are you kidding me? You hired someone to kill Hannibal?” I asked him. “He’s the reason I’m in here.” “So that doesn’t mean you get to have him killed!” “I’ve been thinking about what you said the other day.” He tells me. “What did I say?” I said a lot of things to him the other day. “About his house.” My eyes widened a bit. I was joking about it and after I said it Will had a different look in his eyes. “Will that was a joke I don't think-” “But it’s genius.” He shifted on the seat a bit. “Think about it. With all the dogs we have and the room we need.” Maybe he was dark and maybe he did kill all those people. “How would we go about this?” I was very curious about his plan. “We’d play him Y/N. We’d be friend him, fuck him, make him think he has us under his wing.” “Fuck him? You’d fuck another man?” I asked. He chuckled. “If it meant we’d have that house. I deepthroat him.” He told me with a very serious look in his eyes. “Well you’d let me watch right?” I asked with my lip in a pout. He chuckled and nodded. “Of course baby.”

Once Will was out of jail the plan was in action. Hannibal Lector’s house would be ours. “So I was thinking about how we’d go about this even further.” He tells me. “We act like we are having trouble in our marriage.” I hated that he thought of that. “Babe there’s other ways to do this.” I say. “But he’d think we are vulnerable. And that’s what we need.” He says. I walk over to him and wrap my arms around with neck. “It’s gonna be so hard to act like that baby. It better be worth it.” I say. “It will be baby.” “Oh and I wanna make the last move in our plan.” He shrugged. “Of course baby. I wouldn’t have it any other way.” He says.

I started seeing Hannibal days later. He agreed to be my psychiatrist after I told him that Will and I were having marriage problems. Will has been telling him that too. “He just doesn’t fuck me like he should anymore.” I say. “But he still fucks you?” I shrugged. “Barely. It’s all about him.” That wasn’t true, Will was a great lover. “I guess I just need to be fucked like I should be.” I made eye contact with him after. He clears his throat. “Are you implying something Mrs. Graham?” He asked. I stand up “Y/N and Do you think i’m implying something Hannibal?” I walk closer to him. “Well it appears to be that way.” I got on my knees in front of him. “What are you going to do about that doctor?” I asked. My hands take the notebook out of his hands and set it down. I undo his pants and pull his dick out. He was already hard. I started jerking him off and he groaned. I look up at him and smirk. He was breathing hard and his eyes were closed. Without warning I take him into my mouth and slowly take him to the back of my throat. His hands grabbed my head and forced me to take him deeper. I held back a gag as his dick was down my throat a little. He gasped out as I swallowed around him. He was twitching and his hips started moving. I could tell he was close. “Fuck i’m close.” He grunted and I went faster. Within seconds he was yelling out my name as his cum went straight down my throat. I swallowed all of it and pulled off him. After a few seconds he put himself back in his pants and adjusted himself. “Well that was something.” I smirked at him and stood up. “See ya next week Doctor.”

“So how was it?” Will asked me as I took off my shoes and greeted the dogs. “I sucked his dick.” I told him as I sat next to him. “How’d he taste?” I shrugged. “Like victory.” He laughed at my words and wrapped an arm around me. “Like in a few months that house will be ours.”

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Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Gifs and photos do not belong to me. 1st gif @yeahthatsinteresting

Warnings: Some swearing. Stalking. Mentions murder. Fingering. Unprotected sex. Creampie. Choking. Use of the words whore and slut

WC 1553

YN'S POV:

I kept replaying what happened between myself and Ghostface. I hate that I find myself with my fingers between my legs, moaning out Ethan and Ghostface name.

I thought about calling the cops. I mean, I literally had his DNA all over my face, but I didn't want to be questioned by the cops about how I came to get such DNA.

I tried to play it off the next day, never once mentioning to anyone what happened to me the night before. I mean, I am alive, and that is all that matters.

But when I saw Ethan standing there with all of our friends, I stopped mid-step, not knowing how to act around him, but he smiled and waved at me, like he always did.

I gave him a fake smile and walked towards the group of them. "Hey, I tried to get a hold of you, but you didn't answer." Tara told me.

"Oh, I was studying with Ethan, and then I went back to my dorm and had a shower, then went straight to sleep." I tried not to show anyone I was lying.

"You tire her out or something, Ethan?" Chad started to nudge Ethan in the ribcage with his elbow. "Just studying. You know how I get when we have a big test coming up." Ethan smoothly lied to Chad.

I zoned out everyone else and focused my attention on Ethan. I'm trying to decide if I should even bring up what happened. I tried to lie to myself one last time that it wasn't Ethan under that mask.

I had myself so convinced that it wasn't Ethan until the wind blew and I got a strong wiff of his cologne, and I instantly got wet. The same smell from last night, Tragedy.

I walked with Tara and Sam, but I looked back, and I could see the smirk on Ethan's face as no one was paying attention to him.

Maybe I can ask someone to sleep at their place tonight.

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I ignored Ethan for the rest of the day. I ignored his text messages. I ignored him when he sat next to me and placed his arm around my shoulders.

Was it the smartest move, ignoring him as he is the killer? Probably not, but maybe he already has plans tonight that don't evolve killing or making me cum.

But when I walked into my dorm, I could smell him all around me, and I just knew that I was fucked for the night.

I turned around to run out of my room, but I felt a body slam me into the wall, my head hitting the wall and me blacking out.

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I woke up with a headache and a throbbing pain where I can only assume a large bump has formed from being knocked out.

I tried to move my arms and legs, but I noticed that I couldn't.

"What the fuck?" I said to myself as I noticed I was tied to my bed, completely naked. I started to thrash, trying to loosen the knots.

"Now, now, sweetheart, you are not going anywhere." I stopped moving as Ghostface emerged from the shadows.

"Please, I didn't go to the cops. I didn't tell anyone." I said as the tears started to fall. I hate myself for crying, but I am going to die, naked and tied to my bed.

"Even though you look beautiful with tears streaming down your face, no need for tears. I know you didn't tell anyone what happened last night. I know you didn't run to the cops with my DNA all over your face because, well, they would know you had your lips wrapped a serial killers cock and let him cum down your throat like the little whore you are."

He said as he got closer and closer to the bed. I didn't say anything else waiting for him to say or do something.

"What I am angry about is that you ignored me all day. Even when I sat down next to you, you didn't acknowledge me. I guess making you squirt last night didn't make you thankful for me keeping you alive."

"Say my name, YN, and I will make you one happy woman." He said as he stroked my inner thigh with his gloved hand. The same hand that made me black out last night from pleasure.

"Ghostface." I said, stuttering. He took his hand away.

"No, no. You know who I am. You know who really am."

"Ethan." I said without hesitation, staring straight into what I can only assume is his eyes behind the mask.

"That's a good girl." He shoved two fingers inside my already soaked pussy. My eyes closed, and my mouth fell open as I moaned. I didn't care at this point that I was being fingered once again by a serial killer.

There is something seriously wrong with me.

"Oh, there is, sweetheart, but don't worry. I will take care of you." I didn't realise I said that part out load, but I was already so lost in the pleasure that I was already too far gone.

I was close to finishing once again around his fingers when he cruelly pulled them away from my soaked pussy.

"What the fuck?" I forgot who was talking too. He gripped my cheeks, squeezing them to the point of hurting. "You watch your fucking tone with me or I make sure your death is as painful as possible. Maybe fuck that virgin ass first with no lube."

Why the fuck did that turn me on?

"Now, if I cut the ropes from your legs, you promise not to kick me?" I nodded my head, yes, trying to put off my death as much as possible.

He cut off each rope, and I didn't move.

I waited for him to do something else, but he moved towards the ropes that were tied to my wrists and held my one wrist tightly as he cut the rope.

He made quick work and tied my wrists together before cutting the other rope. I am still bound, but my hands and wrists are bound together in front of me. He made sure to keep the second cut rope, long enough that he could use it like a leash

He pulled me off the bed by my bound wrists and made himself comfy, pulling his cock out from his robes.

My eyes got wide when I saw how thick and long it was. He yanked on the rope, and I stumbled into the side of the bed.

"Do I have to do everything myself? Get on the bed." He growled at me. The voice modifier makes it seem even more scary. I got on the bed as quickly as I could. Ghostface/Ethan grabbed me by my upper arms and made me straddle his lap.

I gasped at the feeling of his hard cock nudging against the outside of my pussy.

"Hover." Was the simple instruction, and I did. He gripped the base of his cock and prodded my entrance. "So wet." Was all he groaned before impaling me upon his cock.

He shoved two fingers in my mouth as I scream. He was too big. I had tears streaming down my face once again.

"Shut up, shut up." He said as he slapped my cheek. Ethan pulled me forward, so I was flat across his chest.

I tried to get used to his size, but he gripped my ass cheeks in his hands and started to thrust up into me, making me cry out his name into his chest.

"I knew you would feel good around my cock."

"So tight, so warm. Fucking hell YN."

"Gonna fill you with my cum."

"No, please no." He knows I am not on birth control.

Ethan flipped us over, so I am now on my back. My legs wrapped around his waist, and he pounded me into my mattress.

By this point, I have become used to the size of his cock and now my own juices are soaking his cock.

"No?" He gripped my throat and started to squeeze it, making me start to see white spots. "You don't tell me no, sweetheart."

I couldn't hold on anymore. With a cry of his name, I came. I was so overstimulated from his rough fucking, him gripping my throat and him being Ghostface, I couldn't hold it anymore.

I cried out his name like a prayer as the lower part of my body started to shake from how powerful my orgasm was.

"Fucking slut." Was all he said as his thrusts become erratic and he finally stilled. I closed my eyes when I felt him fill me with his cum.

With a groan, he pulled out of me.

"Will you look at that. I came inside of you."

He tucked his cock away and I laid there, wondering if these were my last moments alive.

"Goodbye, sweetheart." Ethan pulled his knife out and held it above his head. I closed my eyes and waited for him to finish me off.

But he just cut the rope from my wrists and ran from the room.

He left me alive once more.

What game is he playing at here?

Part 1 ◇ Part 3