Not Delusional, Just Passionate

She nudges your elbow, your eyes turn to her as you are mid-sip of your drink, she points a well manicured finger in the stranger of interest’s direction, and you look where she indicates, asking in that sweet totally Tiffany tone, “What about him?”

He is with a couple of people who you assume are his friends, looks like he fits right in at this bar, college-aged and honestly? Pretty fucking cute. Chocolate curls and nice cheek bones, he has a good smile and is casually dressed. You watch as he laughs at some joke, head tipping back and eyes closing, and yeah you can definitely see what Tiffany means, and it had been a while since you’ve done this.

“He’s very fucking cute.” You tell her with a small smile, and she says, “Right? What do you think? Should we go see if he’s interested?”

The dance of it is well practised by this point, manufacturing a meet-cute is not that hard. You wait until he goes to the bathroom, you place yourself just right and when he comes out and starts back towards the main area of the bar you make it so he bumps into you “accidentally”, the timing of it is perfect, the remainder of your drink spilling onto the floor. He curses and apologized and rambles about being clumsy, and you reassure him it’s all fine, so long as he has a drink with you. He takes you up on the offer. 

That is how you get him away from his group of friends, standing at the small table, you introduce him to Tiffany, and it all goes about as well as it always does. Talking leads to banter and banter to joking and from joking to flirting, which then leads to him coming back to your shared place. 

The first thing that drew you to Tiffany was how with just a few well-placed words could make just about anyone do anything she wanted, you fell victim to it constantly, part of what you adored about these nights was seeing how other people were affected and swept up in it too. The look on his face when she fully broke down your shared proposition was one of the best things you have ever seen. It’s nice not always being the one so awe-struck, on nights like these she directed you and so you assist in ruining whatever the flavour of the evening was. Speaking of flavour, Ethan you learned his name was, pretty fucking delicious. 

Ethan was seated up on the couch, Tiffany was perched next to him, manicure nails running over his scalp and through his hair, toying and playing with the collar of his shirt with her other hand, her chest pressed up against his arm as she teased him, “She’s got a great mouth, huh?”

You were sitting on the floor on your knees and between his spread thighs, his pants and underwear pulled down enough for you to get at what you wanted. You had one hand around the base of him and your lips locked right on that sensitive ridge where head meets shaft, you suck indulgently, noisily, messily. You pull off with a very wet sounding pop before you lean back in, your tongue swirling around his tip, he groans and Tiffany’s fingers twist in his hair, she pulls, forcing him to turn his head away from looking down at you and instead towards her, and asks, “Well?”

He finally responds to her earlier question, “Ye-yeah, so good.”

You preen a bit at the praise, bite back a smile and instead envelop him once more in the warm wet heat of your mouth, which earns you an even louder moan. 

He came quickly the first time, gasping out stuttered and broken praise, adorable and very hot, he tasted good too, but hey he is a young and fit guy, multiple rounds wasn’t an issue. It’s almost impossible to keep your eyes off of him once all those clothes were off, he wasn’t cut per se, but clearly had some muscle, some serious strength he could throw around. He insisted on hitting you back, so you let him, sitting on his face while Tiffany observed, hand between her legs, giving critique and praise, telling him what did it best for you, what was capable of making you shudder and gasp. Tiffany didn’t sit static still for long, she climbed aboard, and you watched as she slid him into her dripping hole, you felt the moan he let out against you vibrate through your bones. You came to the sight of your girlfriend riding him for all he’s worth, nails biting into his sides as her tits bounced, and she moaned out, “-what a good fuckin’ boy you are-” to Ethan.

He was eager to please and didn’t stop till both you and Tiffany were satisfied, not like you and her didn’t do your own heavy lifting, the best threesomes are always the ones where everyone is into everyone, with no boundaries, everyone wanting and willing to touch, play with all people in the equation. 

So the next morning, when the sun rose and everyone was dressed again, you send the man with curly hair and an undeniably dopey smile on his face and a dazed look in his eyes, back out into the wilds of the city. You expected to never see him again, but you and Tiffany apparently had a much bigger effect on him than either you or her could have ever anticipated. 

You aren’t even sure how he ended up finding you both again but he does, all excitable and sweet as pie, running into you both on the street while you were hand in hand. “Tiffany! Uhm hi, how are you both?”

And after a little basic and polite conversation, he looks nervous as fuck when he says, “I know it’s been a bit, and sorry if this is forward or whatever, but I cannot stop thinking about us all maybe doing that uh again sometime?” 

You both share a look and Tiff’s red lips curve up into a smile, brow creased in this expression you know all too well that communicates, “Isn’t he adorable?” without having to outright say it. She turns back to him, her hand that isn’t holding yours reaches out, fingers pass over his jaw, he grins and leans into her touch, and she says, “You’re so fucking sweet, but usually the people we invite in are one and done.” 

The look on his face resembles that of a kicked puppy, it almost makes you feel bad, until he says one quiet, “Oh.” And THAT is what makes it feel like a bucket of ice water has been dumped on you. 

“Hey, hey, don’t look like that-” Tiffany pauses, and he supplies in a wounded tone, “Ethan.” She smiles warmly, “Yes, of course, Ethan, I remember.” She totally didn’t, but you don’t call her on it. “-I don’t look so sad. Trust me, there will be plenty of other people, don’t get all hung up on us, okay, sweetface?”

You and her depart, and you think that will be it. 

It is not. 

Apparently Ethan still wants to be near and close to you both, not willing to go down without a fight, convinced that he can get you both on board with giving him another shot. Tiffany laughs about it, you think it’s sweet and harmless, he keeps on popping up in unexpected places. Tiffany would tell him when pressed about why this couldn’t work, “We’re just too different, honey.”

He finds out about your and Tiffany’s shared “couple hobby”. Tiffany’s older partner and her used to murder together, another bonding exercise, one she got you into too, and you took to it like a duck to water. He wasn’t scared off of course, he kept what he witnessed in an alleyway that night a secret, he could work with this, could show you just how similar he was, and then you’d both stop thinking this couldn’t work, you would take him seriously. 

It was late, Tiffany and you were walking home from the bar one night, post date, when you hear a whistle, looking across the street you see Ethan. Leaning against the brick wall outside the mouth of an alleyway. He is grinning almost ear to ear, he beckons you over and like a moth to flame you are drawn in, tugging Tiffany alone as she rolls her eyes but smiles all the same. 

“Hiya Eth.” You greet, and he greets you in kind, saying your name with a raise of his eyebrows. 

“What’s up sweetheart?” Tiffany asks, and he says, “I got something to show you.” 

He pushes off the wall and heads down into the alleyway, and you both follow. You wonder what the fuck he could possibly want to show you here, but soon it becomes clear. You see the body on the wet ground, some guy’s stomach ripped open like he had been split groin to sternum, but there is like literally no organs in the open cavity of his body. Before you could wonder where they were, Tiffany smacked you on the shoulder and pointed up. Strung up on the fire escape built on the side of the building is all the intestines and everything else that once helped make up a person hanging like fucked up macabre streamers, dripping blood and honestly the amount of work that went into the artful presentation, the soft pink tissue wrapped around rusty iron, it was stunning, impressive. 

“Ethan how-” You turned to look, and he was holding up a mask you had seen on the news many times over the years, ghostly white but flecked with blood, his smile was infectious, spreading to both you and Tiffany. He says, “So what you were saying before about us not being enough alike…Would you say this proves you wrong?”

You have never been so fucking full. It was taken right out of your most depraved and wild fantasies, an impossibility and yet here you were, mouth, cunt, ass and one of your hands full.

In the vague haze of your mind, you are reminded of a phrase for being in this exact situation, that being “completely airtight”. 

Some people might think that sex in the afterlife is not a thing, however it was one of the most beloved pass times, you have no physical limitations and nothing but time, it only makes sense. 

You being a victim that had fallen to Ghostface most would assume you’d hate them. You did at one point. Eternity is a long fucking time, though. 

So you got involved with the man who killed you and a few other previous Ghostface’s? It was your business, you were dead, you didn’t care if any other victims or whoever judged you, especially when it felt this fucking good. 

They had managed to get you into a good position, and with all of them helping, you didn’t need to worry about holding yourself up, which is good because you were fucking boneless. 

Billy was buried in your cunt, Stu was in your mouth, Mickey was in your ass, and you had a firm grip on Ethan. The smell was heady, the chorus of moans and skin on skin was obscene, and you were unable to stay still, being pushed and pulled in multiple directions, covered in sweat and thankful for the fact you didn’t have to worry about breathing. 

Stu was pulling your hair, dragging you nearer, your nose pressed to coarse hair, his head tipping back with a moan, “Fuck yes, when you swallow around the head it feels fucking fantastic-” He pulled harder, and you gagged, you didn’t really, but you knew Stu liked when you did, so you mimic it, you feel him throb on your tongue and Billy groans. 

“When she gags she clenches beautifully, man.” He breathed and Mickey agreed, “God yeah, she feels fucking perfect tonight.” 

You are soaking up the praise, pleasure sinking into the very marrow of your bones, you manage to open your eyes, curious why Ethan was being so quiet, and he is staring right at you and oh no. The poor boy. His curls are sweat soaked, bottom lip tugged by his teeth, face flushed, and it is spreading down to his chest, when your eyes lock he moans, he is pulsing in your hand and Stu notices the moment you, and he were sharing. 

“You alright there, Eth?” Stu asked, and the response came out strained, “Feels so good, too fuckin’ good, sh-she looks and God, how she sounds, I-I dunno if I can make it-”

Billy cuts in, his hips slowing, “Oh hey man, you gotta wait till you get in one of her holes at least.” 

You nod as much as you are able to with Stu’s hand in your hair and his dick down your throat, you wanted that, you desperately wanted Ethan to cum in one of your holes, Hell you wanted all of them to cum either in you or on you, it was a deep and clawing craving that was refusing to leave. 

Mickey’s pace was getting sloppy, he was thrusting harder and harder, faster and being totally selfish in the way only he can be when he is close, fully worried with chasing his own release, you say a silent prayer, happy that your ass could take the punishment he was doling out. “Fuck, fuck, you won’t have to wait long, Ethan.”

Mickey thrusts inside you three more times and then holds deep as he unloads inside of you with an utterance of your name. The rush of heat makes you choke and moan on Stu’s shaft with a shudder. 

You stop stroking Ethan, worried that he is going to cum, your hand grips the base of his shaft tightly to ensure he wouldn’t spill over quite yet.

Mickey stays in you for a moment, barely grinding his hips, milking the aftershocks and every ounce of pleasure out of his orgasm. You feel his head tip, his forehead rests on your shoulder, you feel the press of his lips, a kiss, sweet, before he pulls out with a groan, and spreads you, he can see your wrecked looking hole, slowly leaking his cum. 

Mickey looks over your body still being rocked between Billy and Stu, and he says easily, “Get over here, Ethan.” 

You let go of him, and he practically scrambles to get behind you, almost falling over the tangle of the other boys limbs on the way. Stu and Billy laugh, Mickey shaking his head, “Bless him.”

“So cute.” Stu confirms. 

Billy holds still and motions for Stu to do the same, “Ease up while he gets in there.” 

The blonde complies and they all watch, Ethan’s hands rest on your ass, and he looks adorably nervous, he is practically shaking, breathing erratic, he looks painfully hard and is leaking so much pre-cum. It’s like he is almost rooted to the spot, staring down at your slowly leaking hole. You push on Stu’s hip, and he allows it, pulls out of your mouth, and you look over your shoulder at him, you clear your throat before saying, “C’mon Ethan, please?”

He curses quietly, and then you watch Mickey come up behind him, one hand on Ethan’s hip and the other reaches around him, grips the base of his cock and says, “Lemme help you out.” 

Ethan almost jumps out of his skin, tenses but gives a single nod once, consenting with more than the action, he begs, “Please, yes, I-I want to so bad but, I can’t-.” 

“I know man, it’s alright, I got you.” Mickey soothed, and he pushes forward on Ethan’s hip, his other hand guiding Ethan’s cock, the blunt head presses to your nearly raw and well lubed hole. When the tip breaches Ethan comes back to himself, fingers dig into ample flesh, and he pushes, you moan and encourage him, “Fuck yes, please-”

Mickey lets go, his grin is positively wolfish as he watches the show unfold. 

Ethan curses again, and he shoves in roughly, about halfway before pulling out, the poor guy only gets less than ten pumps in, not even fully inserted, before he is cumming with a strangled cry, body a quaking, sweat slicked mess. He is apologizing over and over, gasping for breath, “M’ sorry, fuck, sorry, sorry, felt too fuckin’ good, couldn’t stop it-”

“S’ okay.” You reassure as he pulls out, “You’ll last longer next time.” 

Billy is laughing and starting to thrust into you again, “Fuckin’ pathetic, man.”

Stu shoved Billy’s shoulder and said, “Oh lay off, you didn’t last much longer first time you got in that ass.” 

You giggled, “He’s right, you know.” Stu taps your cheek and says, “Open up.”

Mouth falling open in compliance, he re-inserts, you still had to get the last two off and were eager to do so. You can hear Ethan trying to defend himself to Mickey, “I could feel Billy in her pussy when I was in there, and it was too much!”