#ghostface smut

"We should try this trend, baby. Remember those Ghostface masks we bought last to last year for Halloween? I think We still have them."

"The Ghostface thing?" he asked, eyebrows knitting together as he replayed the clip.

You nodded eagerly."Yeah. You know... the mask... chasing and... well... you know."

You awkwardly gestured with your hands getting flustered...trying to explain.

A teasing smirk slowly spread across his face. "So... you're saying you want me to chase you then fuck you? "

You snatched your phone back almost instantly and smacked the back of his head. "Yah! Don't say it like that."

"...But yes."

Your cheeks were already warming.

The thing about Jungkook was that he was just as weird as you. He'd happily entertain almost any ridiculous idea if it sounded exciting enough..especially if it made you smile. That didn't mean he wasn't soft. If anything...it was one of the things you loved most about him. He could go from being an absolute menace to the gentlest person you'd ever known in a heartbeat.

He laughed and pulled you closer by the waist and pressed a quick kiss to your lips.."Yeah...its hot" he murmured with a grin. "I can see why people are into it. Let's do it."

You immediately slipped off the bed..standing there in nothing but one of his oversized T-shirts.

"Okay... when do we start?" you asked..folding your arms across your chest..pretending the idea itself wasn't already making you wet.

Jungkook stood up too..suddenly looking much more serious than before. "Go hide somewhere, baby," he said. "Give me a few minutes." His unexpectedly committed expression made you burst into laughter. "You're taking this way too seriously."

"You asked for the full experience." He raised his eyebrows as if slipping into the character right away.

Still giggling but now a little nervou....you opened the dresser drawer and grabbed the old Ghostface mask and tossed it toward him.

"Call my name when you're done?." You said while walking out of the room and he nodded while catching the mask effortlessly.

The door clicked shut behind you.

_

You disappeared into the bathroom near the kitchen and stared at yourself in the mirror. Your heartbeat was already racing.

You checked the time on your phone, then shut it off. You fixed your hair and splashed cold water on your face and took a deep breath before stepping back into the hallway.

The apartment was quiet. Most lights were off and only the dim red light strips Jungkook had installed the ones he said looked better in his lives cast a low and eerie glow. Jungkook was nowhere to be seen.

You walked forward slowly. “Babe?” No answer.

The apartment felt unsettling quiet..making your throat go dry. As you looked around your phone suddenly rang...the sound making you jump.

"Unknown number"

You answered the call with shaky fingers. Only heavy breathing came through the other side, “Hello?” you said, still No answer, “Hello? Who’s this?” you tried again then his voice came through low and rough. “Shouldn’t have answered the call, dove.” He breathed heavily into the phone.

Your stomach flipped. “B-baby, what—?” You laughed, scared shitless. “What’s with the number??”

“Tsk tsk.”

“Who-who are you?” You played along catching his subtle warning.

“Have patience, darling. Maybe turn around and see me yourself?” He said it calmly and instantly disconnected the call. You spun arounsd but no one was there you're heart was pounding loudly by now abd then you turned back to your original position and there he was...standing near the balcony.

You shrieked. “God!”

You stumbled back a few steps. He was wearing nothing but his jeans...his toned abs on full display...hand tattoos glowing under the red lights and that Ghostface mask… it made you cunt throb because you're boyfriend looked so damn unreal.

“You’re so obedient, my love,” the masked man said...walking slowly toward you like he had all the time in the world. “Following my orders like a good fucking girl.”

“Who-how? Who are you?” you asked...fully committed to the act even though you were very terrified. “You should keep your windows locked, dove. Anyone could come inside.” He tsked, mocking you.

Before you could answer him he said, “Run…”

“Gguk, come on-” he cut you off mid sentence,“Run.” His voice was calm this time..a pause and he continued, “If I catch you… I kill you.” he started walking towards you with larger steps now.

You shrieked and bolted...your bare feet slapped against the wooden floor as you sprinted into the living room...almost slipping while dodging around the couch. Heavy footsteps came after you.

As if he already knew you weren’t getting away..

You didn’t dare look back. You could hear his breathing through the mask..slightly muffled but very real...another slow footstep..then another..yhen suddenly… nothing...his footsteps stopped.

You kept running anyway...ducking behind the kitchen counter. Your chest rose and fell hard. You strained to hear any sound but there was just Silence.

Only the soft sound refrigerator humming and your own frantic heartbeat could be heard. “…Babe?” you whispered...trying not to laugh at how scared you sounded.

No answer came so you peeked around the corner....it was empty.

So you got up and checked the guest room but it was also empty. The bathroom and the balcony was empty too so you called him out.

“Jungkook?”

The apartment suddenly felt much bigger than it actually was because every shadow looked wrong and every doorway felt like someone was standing just out of sight.

You slowly walked back into the hallway, hugging your own arms. “This isn’t funny anymore…”

You took another step. The floor creaked beneath your feet...You froze.

“…Baby?”

Silence....

“Okay… I give up.”

Just as you let out a nervous laugh and turned toward the bedroom......Someone was standing in the doorway...Perfectly still as if waiting for the perfect moment to pounce on you.

You didn’t even know how long he’d been there...but his head slowly tilted to one side and not a word he said but those hollow black eyes locked onto you.

A scream tore out of your throat and stumbled backward on instinct before turning to run again.

The moment you moved…He moved too..and this time his arm snapped around your waist strongly...yanking you back hard against his bare...burning-hot chest.

You shrieked so loudly that you were sure tomorrow someone will definitely make a complaint about it.

The cold mask pressed against the side of your neck and you felt his hot breath through the fabric as he growled low.

"Got you. "

His voice came out as a lowand distorted growl through the Ghostface mask and before you could even breathe...Jungkook spun you around and shoved you down onto the hardwood floor. Your knees hit first..then your palms...the cold wood made you gasp. He was on you instantly...heavy and terrifying. The mask hovered right behind your ear as he pinned your chest down with one hand between your shoulder blades...forcing your ass up.

“Too much?” he rasped, already yanking the oversized t-shirt up over your hips. “Tap my bicep twice and I’ll stop.” You nodded frantically against the floor.

He laughed darkly the sound sending chills down your spine...,“But that’s useless, isn’t it, dove?” He shoved two thick fingers into your soaked pussy without warning...curling them viciously. “I’m going to fuck you too dumb to even remember how to tap.”

You cried out..already drooling on the floor as he finger-fucked you hard and fast...the wet and obscene squelching sounds filling the room. He added a third finger...stretching you open while his thumb rubbed rough circles on your clit.

“Say it,” he growled..pumping faster. “Tell me why your windows were unlocked.”

You sobbed...hips jerking back against his hand..,“B-because… I wanted you to come in…”

“Louder, darling.” he cut you off... “I wanted you to creep in and ruin me!” you cried..tears spilling down your cheeks.

“Good girl.” He pulled his fingers out with a filthy wet sound and slapped your pussy once...making you jolt. Then he freed his thick and heavy cock and slammed into you in one brutal thrust

You screamed...nails scratching against the hardwood as he started pounding you mercilessly on the floor.

Every deep stroke made your tits drag against the wood...your cheek pressed to the cold surface while the Ghostface mask stayed locked in place above you.

“Does your boyfriend know?” he taunted...voice menacing through the mask as he railed you..,“Does he know his sweet little girlfriend is on the floor getting fucked stupid by a stranger’s cock?”

“N-no-ahh!” you sobbed...pleasure ripping through you so hard your vision blurred. He grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked your head back...forcing you to arch deeper.

“Say it. Tell me what a filthy little dove you are.”

“I’m a filth-!” you wailed, drooling and crying as he destroyed your pussy. “I’m getting fucked stupid on someone else’s dick!”

“That’s right.” His hips snapped harder...the sound of skin slapping skin loud and wet...,“Making such a fucking mess on the floor like a desperate little dove. Look at you dripping everywhere baby.”

He suddenly pulled out...leaving you clenching around nothing.

You whined pathetically until he sat back against the bed frame and dragged you forward by the hair,“Open your mouth.”

The mask loomed over you as he pushed his cock past your lips and straight into your throat. You gagged hard...tears pouring down your face while he fucked your mouth with deep and controlled thrusts.

“Eyes up,” he ordered and you looked up at the terrifying white mask...choking and moaning around his thick length. Spit dripped down your chin onto your chest and the floor.

“Messy fucking girl,” he groaned...voice distorted. “Crying on my cock while your boyfriend is somewhere out there. Does he know you love being used like this?”

You shook your head weakly...sobbing around his cock. He pulled out suddenly...strings of spit connecting your swollen lips to his glistening length.

“Beg for it.” jungkook said, “Please… please fuck me,” you cried, voice hoarse and broken. “Please just ruin-me-”

He flipped you onto your back on the cold floor..spread your legs wide and slammed back inside your dripping cunt. The new angle made you scream...back arching as he pounded you mercilessly. His hand wrapped around your throat not squeezing hard...just holding you in place while the mask stared down at your tear-streaked and ruined face.

“Gonna cum all over a stranger’s cock, aren’t you?” he snarled. “Say it.”

“I’m gonna cum-I’m cumming-!” you sobbed...body convulsing violently as your orgasm crashed through you.

You squirted messily all over his cock and the floor...shaking and crying from the intensity.

Jungkook growled deep in his chest and buried himself into you deep...flooding your pussy with thick..hot cum. He stayed deep inside you..grinding slowly...letting you milk every last drop while you twitched and whimpered beneath him

._

You lay trembling and ruined on the cold hardwood floor...thighs shaking..tears still slipping down your flushed cheeks. Your pussy throbbed and leaking a messy mix of both your releases onto the wood beneath you. You could barely think straight..mind fuzzy...body buzzing.

The Ghostface mask hovered above you for a few more seconds… then Jungkook finally reached up and pulled it off.

His face was flushed..hair messy and damp with sweat and eyes soft and full of love the moment they met yours. The terrifying ghost face was gone replacing with your boyfriend now.

“Baby…” he breathed, voice hoarse but incredibly gentle.

He tossed the mask aside and immediately gathered you into his arms...lifting you off the messy floor and onto the bed like you weighed nothing. He pulled you against his chest...wrapping you up completely in his warm and strong embrace. His skin was hot and slightly sticky...heart still racing under your cheek.

“You okay, my love?” he whispered..pressing soft kisses to your forehead...your wet cheeks and uour swollen lips. His fingers stroked slow...soothing circles up and down your spine. “Was it too much baby? Be honest..im sorry if it was.”

You shook your head weakly...still sniffling and trembling in his arms. “It was… so much. Scary… but so good. I loved it.”

He let out a relieved chuckle and held you tighter....one hand gently brushing your messy hair out of your face. “You were so perfect, baby. So fucking good for me.” He kissed the top of your head again and again...rocking you gently. “My strong, brave girl.”

You curled deeper into his chest....feeling safe and small in his arms after everything he’d just done to you. He reached down and gently wiped the tears from your cheeks with his thumb, then kissed where they had been.

“I made such a mess on the floor,” you mumbled shylyand embarrassed now that the heat had faded.

Jungkook laughed softly...the sound warm and fond. “I’ll clean it later..don't think about it. ” He pulled the blanket over both of you and tucked you closer and his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your hip. “You were crying so pretty… taking everything I gave you like my perfect little dove.”

You blushed hard and hid your face in his neck. He smiled and kept kissing you...soft andbloving kisses everywhere he could reach.

After a few quiet minutes...he tilted your chin up so you could see his eyes.

“We should do this shit way more often,” he murmured...voice low and sincere. “Maybe next time I’ll chase you with the lights completely off… or tie you up first so you really can’t run.” He smirked...but his eyes stayed soft with a hint of mischief. “Only if you want to baby, of course.”

You shivered at the promise but nodded...feeling warm and loved in his arms.

“I love you,” he whispered...pressing one last gentle kiss to your lips. “So much. You did amazing, baby.”

He held you like that for a long time...stroking your hair and rubbing your back...whispering sweet praises until your breathing evened out and lulled you into a warm...safe haze in his arms.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷... ➥ GHOSTFACE:

➥ he likes it rough / catching you trying to escape / playing with your pussy / helping you after walking in on you using your toy / ghostface x2 / spanking your cute ass~ / cutting your panties off / partners in crime / red lights / fucking your thighs

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷... ➥ PATRICK BATEMAN:

➥ helping him out at work / certified munch / filming you / drilling you deep / (dat ass doe) / watching you in the mirror / using you like a toy / spanking you raw / doggy ft. your plushies / choking you

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷... ➥ HANNIBAL LECTOR:

➥ waking up together / hanging you up / fingering your pretty pussy / using his belt / eye contact + eating you out / maneuvering you like a doll / tying your hands behind your back / riding his foot / pussy spanking / clothed

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷... ➥ BUBBA SAWYER:

➥ teasing his cock / belly bulge / his eager hips / breeding you over and over / maaajor mating press / throat-fucking / fucking you from underneath / he's so strong~ / tits = oral fixation / chased you down in the woods

“Knees, now.”

His baritone sharp tone bounced off the darkly colored walls of the room. His body language reflecting his tone, he rested leisurely on the chair that faced you. Broad muscular arms rested on either side of the chair’s borders.

His entire being illuminated dominance, and supremacy. Whatever he says, goes, and he knows it.

Blinking at his words, his face shifts to an expression of disappointment that has your body immediately dropping to its knees. You shifted uncomfortably at the feeling of the cool wood of the floors contacting the soft skin of your knees, the ground harsh against your bones.

It felt almost like a chemical reaction to his disappointment, wanting to do whatever you could to please him. A nearly inconceivable shift of slight praise drifted across his features, before quickly stoning back into his default of disapproval.

“What do you say?” He asked with a mere tilt of his head, like you should be embarrassed to have forgotten it.

”Yes sir” you mutter quickly, maintaining eye contact with the man ahead of you. A pleased sound leaves him, drawing a rush of arousal to your underwear.

“Ask for what you want.” He spoke, with his voice slick like honey.

You swallow before responding, embarrassment, arousal, and thrill all coursing from your toes to your finger tips. “I want to suck your cock, sir”

He tsks—yes, actually “tsks”—before you’ve even finished your sentence.

Quickly, he leans body closer to your kneeled frame, his rough calloused hands grip your jaw, causing a gasp to leave you at the contact.

Looking into your eyes as he says, “That’s not how you ask me for something, doll. Why don’t you try again, because I don’t think you want to be punished this early in the night, do you?”

Another rush of arousal and fear rushes through your veins at the memory of your last, “punishment.”

”Mno, no swir” You try, but the words come out slurred together, his fingers squeezing your jaw.

Releasing your face with a huff, he allows you to speak properly.

“May I please suck your cock, sir?” You ask politely, looking at him with your best needy, doe eyed expression. Your eyes trail down to the bulge that begins to grow in front of you. The stretching of the dark denim causes you to swallow, eager to please your boyfriend.

He watches you too, the way your red lace bra highlights your breasts, the garter that runs along your skin. Despite his ability to almost hide it, you affect him just as much as he affects you.

“Take it off.” His voice cuts through the tight tension of anticipation that swarms the air around you.

Your fingers work quickly at his affirmation, unzipping the fly of his pants, sliding the material down his thick muscular thighs.

A smirk grapes across his features when you meet his eye. Your fingers slipping under the tight material of his boxer-breifs.

“You always this excited to get throat fucked baby, or do I just do something to ya?”

His hand comes back to your jaw, trailing down until he has a hold around your neck. Not choking you, just holding. You moan softly in response to the contact, furrowing your eyebrows as you attempt to focus on releasing his cock from the confines of his clothing.

His fingers squeeze just barely around your neck when you fingers find what you’ve been searching for. Pulling his length out of the black underwear, you begin immediately.

Bringing your mouth his base you begin to trail sloppy, open mouthed kisses along his shaft. Licking and kissing each vein, drawing groans of pleasure out of the man above you. Feeling his fingers grip your hair, only encourages you.

Licking a stripe up his length before stopping at the tip, you plant a soft kiss before finally wrapping your lips around it. You have to breathe through your nose to stop the pending gagging at your throat, forcing yourself down inch after inch.

Managing to get almost half way down his nine inch length, before dragging your head off of him to gasp for air.

”Come on baby you can take it” your boyfriend speaks before using his grip on your haste to push your mouth back on him. Causing you to bring your hands to his thighs, not to push him away, but to brace yourself for whatever he wanted to do with your mouth.

A gagging sound follows his action, but he persists, keeping a firm grip in your hair.

You relax your throat until finally, your nose is buried in his base.

“That’s my girl, keep it there, just like that.” He moans, hips grinding into you.

You moan and writhe against him, failing to swallow and breathe with the intrusion down your throat.

The sound of gagging fills the air, as a shiver runs down your spine, feeling the tip of his cock seem to get deeper inside your mouth as you shake, writhing against his grasp.

Pulled your head away from him 10 seconds too late, a string of saliva and pre-cum connects you two. Your wheezing and coughing doesn’t deter the man above you though, before you know it, your mouth is back to his cock.

You begin bobbing your head and hollowing your cheeks, eager to get him to his release, and have his load coat your throat. Feeling his thigh muscles flex underneath your fingertips when his tip meets the ends of your throat.

a crude, “gluck-gluck-gluck” sound leaves your throat each time you head bobs back down. salivia and precum overflow from the sides of your mouth.

”So fuckin’ good for me—ah, just like that.” feeling your thighs clench together in response, you moan at his words. But it comes out muffled on his dick, the vibrating sensation drawing yet another groan from his lips.

“you gonna take my cum pretty girl? yeahhh you are, go—fuck ah, good girl”

A bitter taste fills your mouth without warning as he begins to shudder, spasm thrusting his hips impossibly deeper down your throat as his release showers him in pleasure. You swallow every drop with gratuity, feeling your own heat pulse in response to his.

You’re both shuddering messes by the time you pull your lips off him with a pop. His hands grace either side of your face as he drags you up to his, bringing your lips together in a messy kiss.

Swiping his tongue across your bottom lip, you open your mouth eagerly, deepening the kiss. He groans into your mouth when he tastes his own release on you.

“Gonna take care of my girl now” he speaks against your lips, his words only ever causing the pulsing sensation between your thighs to increase.

you blink, pulse stuttering. “what?”

“mmm. I like it when you sound confused.”

you sit up. “who the fuck is this?”

“wrong number,” the voice hums. “or maybe not.”

the call ends.

you stare at your screen. brow furrowed. a wrong number prank? a friend fucking with you?

you forget about it. for a while.

until the next night, and the one after that.

the calls keep coming.

every night around midnight.

always a different number. always that voice.

distorted. controlled. but always watching.

he never says your name, but you can tell he knows it. he makes references, to the show you’re watching, to what you’re wearing.

“that blanket’s not hiding much, is it?”

“I liked the red set you wore last night better.”

“do you always keep your hand under the waistband that long before you touch yourself?”

you try not to react. try not to let him know he’s scaring you. but your body gives you away.

he comments on that, too.

“you breathe faster when you’re scared.”

“I bet you’re wet now. don’t lie.”

“scared and turned on. my favorite combination.”

you call the police.

you file a report. they log it, tell you not to worry. “probably a prank,” they say. “don’t engage. don’t answer.”

you block every number. he always finds a new one.

your friends tell you to stay somewhere else. you refuse. you’re not going to be chased out of your own home.

but deep down, you know.

you’re not being pranked.

you’re being hunted.

then the murders start.

not far.

the first is downtown. a woman stabbed in her apartment. no signs of forced entry.

the second is just a mile away. a couple killed in their sleep. no witnesses. no suspects.

the media goes feral. “new wave of ghostface copycats,” they say. “modernized. smarter. crueler.”

and you start keeping a knife under your pillow.

the night it happens, you’re in bed. half-asleep. wearing nothing but one of your oversized tees and a thin pair of underwear.

it’s hot. the windows are cracked.

the air is quiet. dead quiet.

and then your phone buzzes.

unknown number.

you answer it without thinking. habit.

“...hello?”

you don’t even get a word from him this time. just breathing.

long. slow. controlled.

you sit up.

“…what do you want?”

the silence stretches.

“I want to fuck you.”

you freeze.

“I had other plans for you,” he says. “but you’ve been such a good girl. so obedient. answering every night. letting me listen to those soft little moans when you thought no one was watching.”

your skin prickles.

“and now… I want something else.”

you hang up.

you reach for the knife.

you don’t make it.

‘cause he’s already in the room.

you scream. loud. raw.

a gloved hand clamps over your mouth.

you thrash—kick, elbow, twist—but he’s huge. towering. broad. and strong enough to make it look easy.

you’re pinned flat on the bed in seconds, wrists trapped above your head. and that mask stares down at you.

ghostface.

except not the flimsy halloween kind. this one’s reinforced. tactical. matte black and bone-white, custom-carved. sharp edges. dark eyes.

his voice is even more distorted in person.

“even prettier up close.”

he lets go of your mouth just long enough for you to gasp, and for his other hand to catch your throat and squeeze. not hard. just enough to silence you.

“shhh. I don't want to hurt you… not unless you make me.”

you’re shaking. trying to scream again, but your breath won’t come.

he leans down.

“don’t worry, sweetheart. you’ll like it—eventually.”

he lets go of your neck.

you try to bolt.

he catches you by the ankle and drags you back up the bed like it’s nothing. like you weigh nothing.

you scream again. he pins you harder.

you hear the click of a knife unsheathing, then cold steel touches your cheek.

he doesn’t cut, just traces.

“so soft,” he murmurs.

the blade trails lower. down your jaw. your throat. between your breasts.

your chest heaves. your body shakes. but you don’t fight, not anymore.

you’re too scared.

too still.

too wet.

and he notices.

“already soaked?” he hums. “knew you’d be a little slut under all that attitude. so fucking ready to be taken.”

he cuts your shirt off.

just slices down the middle.

the fabric falls open. your nipples harden in the cold air.

you make a sound, something between a whimper and a sob.

“look at that. so shy now.”

he kneels between your legs.

you try to kick him again, and this time he laughs.

“cute.”

then he grabs your panties and rips them down.

“please,” you whisper.

you don’t even know what you’re asking for.

“you want me to stop?” his head tilts. “say it, and I will.”

you open your mouth.

nothing comes out.

you’re terrified. shaking. but there’s heat spreading fast between your legs. a pulse thudding low in your belly. your cunt is soaked and clenching for something you don’t want to name.

he sees it all.

“didn’t think so.”

his gloves come off.

his bare fingers are warm where they slide between your thighs and spread your folds open.

you choke on a sob.

“fuck,” he breathes. “you’re dripping.”

he leans in. presses the mask to your inner thigh. inhales.

“you smell like heaven. no wonder i couldn’t stay away.”

his mouth is on you so fast you barely have time to process it.

you cry out.

it’s wet, hot, overwhelming—his tongue flat and greedy, licking up your slit with filthy groans that vibrate into your bones.

he eats like a man starved. hands locked on your thighs, holding you open.

he doesn't stop when you shake.

doesn’t stop when you plead.

he licks and sucks until you’re crying and coming and trying to crawl away.

but he doesn't let you.

he just growls, “where do you think you’re going?” and buries two fingers inside you.

you arch off the bed with a sob.

“so fucking tight.”

“your pussy’s perfect. fuck.”

he curls his fingers, finding your sweet spot instantly.

you scream.

“louder.”

he adds a third and makes you come again.

harder.but you can’t stop it.

you’re sobbing, trembling, breaking, and he loves it.

“that’s it. let me see you fall apart.”

he pulls back just enough to press a gloved hand to your throat again.

“one more.”

“gonna make you gush for me.”

you do.

you come a third time with a scream that rips through your throat, soaking his hand, your sheets, everything.

you can’t think. you can’t breathe.

and then you feel it.

his big, meaty cock pressing to your entrance.

“ready for me, pretty girl?”

you shake your head. “n-no, I—”

“that’s not a no—that’s a scared yes.”

he pushes in.

all the way.

slow. deliberate. huge.

you sob. you’re so full it aches.

“tightest cunt i’ve ever felt,” he groans. “fuck, I was gonna gut you, you know? slice you open and watch the light leave your eyes... but then I thought, why waste something so fuckable?””

he starts to move.

and you break.

you lose track after the fifth orgasm.

you cry. you beg. you come. you plead again.

he doesn't stop.

he fucks you like he owns you.

whispers praise and filth in your ear.

“such a good girl.”

“so pretty when you cry.”

“you were made for this.”

“made for me.”

you don’t know what’s worse, the pain or the pleasure.

he presses his mask to yours. kisses you through it. you moan into the hard plastic, delirious, ruined.

“I was going to kill you,” he murmurs. “but i think i’ll keep you instead.”

when he finally comes, it’s inside you.

he groans like an animal. burying himself deep. holding you still.

“mine.”

he doesn’t pull out right away. just lies there. heavy. breathing hard.

then finally, he gets up. adjusts the mask.

you lie there. trembling. legs spread. slick everywhere.

dazed, ruined and empty.

he tucks himself away, leans over you one last time.

“you’ll see me again.”

you blink. your lips part. “w-what?”

he strokes your cheek through the glove.

“you’re mine now.”

he disappears into the dark.

the next morning, you wake up alone.

the front door’s locked. windows shut.

your knife, once hidden, is nowhere to be found.

there are no signs he was ever here except for the ache between your legs, the bruises on your hips and the cum dripping from your thighs.

your phone buzzes.

unknown number.

you answer it with trembling fingers.

a voice, low, amused, filters through the speaker.

“miss me yet, sweetheart?”

you don't answer.

you just lie back on the bed, eyes wide and your pulse racing.

and your body already aching for more.

“Uh, that’s not what you said to me earlier, dude,” Stu said matter-of-factly, his voice so flippant that it was practically mocking. “Stop trying to be mysterious…” 

The blonde briefly glanced over at you. 

“You made her cum yet?” 

“Fuck you!” You yelled, nostrils flared as you pulled the discarded robe tighter around your body. With blurry eyes it was impossible to look at either of them, not to mention the inherent rage and embarrassment in spurring over into your speech.  

“H-How could you do this to me?” 

“Shh...” Billy cooed, snaking his hand around your waist. “I haven’t done anything, you’re not thinking straight —“ 

“—You said he was dead.” 

“Wrong answer,” Stu announced, raising a finger as if he were in class, and began to make his way around your bed to join where you were stood. “Ol’ Billy-boy here must’ve been confused. I went out of town for some family thing. The first thing I wanted to do when I came back was check up on you…” he drawled, a toothy grin across his lips as he poked your nose. 

“…And make sure that our friends were all still dead.” 

Whilst a smile tugged at Billy’s lips, Stu’s raucous laughter was enough to make your blood run cold. Mentally, you kicked yourself, wondering just how it had been for you to have missed this; agonising on why they had such vendetta against Randy, Sidney and Tatum…yet also in complete denial about the fact that they’d go through all of this just to have you. 

Your lungs felt as if they were on borrowed time, your chokes drawing the pairs attention to you. Billy’s hand was still around your waist, whilst Stu had found his position on the bed, wide eyes staring up at you both expectedly. The brunette was holding you up, pressing your back into his chest as he did. 

He was still erect. 

Stu pouted, eyes dancing over your form. 

“I bet you wish you were dead, huh? Better yet, the both of us,” 

Flashing Stu a knowing glare, he chuckled. 

“That’s not very nice, doll. I certainly don’t wish you were dead right now…” 

His hands snaked their way up your bare thighs, to which you flinched. Billy tutted at your reaction and flashed the blonde another knowing stare. 

“Aw, Stu. You gotta be patient with her…Treat her nice.” 

“Yeah, I bet you know all about patience Mr Prescott,” he teased. “I’ve got blue balls just sitting here.” 

“You want Stu, don’t you?” Billy hummed, nuzzling his head into your neck. “I know Tatum used to talk about he good he was all the time…” 

“—Sure was,” he interjects, lithe fingers creeping towards your exposed sex. He stroked along your raw folds, wet and sensitive from Billy’s touch as he traced the hood of your clit with his middle finger, causing you to let out an accidental moan. 

You hated that it felt good. Much more that they got to enjoy this.  

“You hear that, Billy? She likes me.” Stu says with glee, lazily palming himself through his trousers as he stood up, walking to the foot of the bed. “How’re we gonna do this?” 

You ended up straddled on Billy’s lap, with Stu stood to your right. He hastily freed his cock from his trousers; it was long, a fresh pink colour and throbbing, jutting right out towards your lips.  

Pushing at your robe, Stu groped your tits the moment the fabric hit the floor, large hands cupping the mound and tugging at your nipples.  

He latched onto them, hungry, evoking a gasp as he unexpectedly used teeth, nibbling on the nub. Meanwhile, Billy adjusted himself under you, preparing to finish what he’d rightfully started.  

Your thighs twitched as the brunette rubbed his tip along your folds, anticipating his re-entry, and suddenly you felt panic in once more. 

“B-Billy…” you stammered, voice muffled as Stu’s fingertips danced across your lips, threatening to stick them in your mouth. “I can’t, I’ve never done this —“ 

“You’ll be fine,” he said, though it wasn’t very reassuring (or convincing). “Stu and I will take care of you, remember?” 

His fingers gripped around your hips as he spoke, slowly pulling you down onto his cock. Even though he’d been inside you no less than five minutes ago, this position felt different; thighs aching as he stretched you open perfectly.  

“Open wide…” Stu teased, squishing your cheeks together as he held you to the head of his cock, coating your lips in the sheer gloss of his pre-cum. He was bigger than Billy, and the fear of not being able to handle him was quickly replaced with a sickly sense of pride when he let out a large groan upon sliding his cock in your mouth. 

“Fuck — Your mouth feels amazing…” he moaned, slowly beginning to roll his hips, the first couple of inches of his cock sliding in and out of your mouth, sticky puckering sounds as it did. Billy rolled his hips too; only fucking up into your pussy at a leisurely place, giving you time to adjust. You grabbed onto the sides of Stu’s body to stabilise yourself, giving Stu leverage to pump further into you with each stroke. 

Saliva began to pool around the edges of your mouth as he thrust faster, his tip hitting the back of your throat and making you gag. Withdrawing momentarily, he watched in admiration as you spluttered. 

“Sorry doll,” Stu said, voice thick with lust. “I guess I got too excited. I can’t help it. Here --” 

In a swift motion he leaned down and placed a sloppy kiss to your lips, making sure his tongue explored every inch of your mouth before he reinserted his cock, this time with shallower thrusts. Taking your hand, he placed it around the exposed base, guiding it along his shaft as you jerked him off into your mouth. 

Throwing his head back in pleasure, the blonde let out a deep, dragged-out sigh. 

“How’s she feeling back there, Billy?” 

“Fucking good,” he replies between clenched teeth, fingers digging into the fat on your hips as his bare cock dug up into your holds. The sounds and the image were beyond pornographic; slurping and skin-on-skin slapping of Billy’s thighs onto your own, all the while you were being stretched out from end to end oh-so perfectly. 

The virgin, being defiled by the Woodsboro killers, the partners of your friends. You hated it – they'd won, and you’d never be able to look at yourself the same – and yet, deep within your core (perhaps the spot where Billy’s cock seemed to hit with every thrust) there was a sense of pride…and ultimately lust.  

Stu’s large hands found their way back to your tits, eliciting a loud, unbridled moan. You’d been so caught up in your euphoria that you hadn’t realised you were grinding against Billy’s pelvis, desperate cunt eager to swallow his dick up.  

His thrusts had since grown sloppy, and whilst he wasn’t nearly as loud as Stu you could hear him muttering under his breath.  

“Randy’s girl was nothing but a dirty whore, huh? I knew you were all the same…” 

It wasn’t long before he came; hair messy and pink lips parted as he spilled into you, excess cum running down his fleshy shaft and pooling at his balls. His cock twitched, savouring the warmth inside you – but you weren’t ready to come undone just yet. 

Meanwhile, you’d found a strange kind of rhythm to sucking Stu’s dick, managing to take him further than before. He’d loosened his grip on your face, letting you take the reins, even whining as you licked a prominent vein on his underside.  

“Fuck, Billy did you just fucking creampie her?” Stu says, practically bouncing. Billy raised his eyebrows in response, pushing back his brown locks from his face with one hand.  “She’s getting good at this blowjob thing, but you gotta let me at it…” 

Raising your hips just enough for Billy to pull out, Stu wastes no time in rearranging you on all fours. Weak; you grip the sheets of your bed, your full, hot pussy exposed to the cool air…only to be stuffed by Stu’s lengthy girth.  

It’s an unholy concoction of fluids – your spit, Billy’s orgasm and Stu’s precum, squelching and lubricating the blonde’s cock as he drills you. 

Soon, you’re beyond finding the words, eyes shut and mouth open as you bury your face in your pillows…only to be pulled up by Billy’s hand on the back of your neck. 

“Shit — Your pussy might be better than Tatum’s…” 

“Don’t get all shy on us now…” Billy cooed. “Tell us how much better we are than Randy could ever be.” 

You couldn’t. You wouldn’t. You loved him, dearly - just like you’d loved all your friends.  

But if you had loved Randy as much as you claimed, then you wouldn’t have been clenching around Stu’s shaft, legs shaking as you neared your orgasm. 

If you loved Randy, why did you have such a deep pleasure fucking the boys who tormented him? 

Randy was dead, and nothing really mattered now. 

That was why you spent the rest of the night screaming their names and not his. 

With Ethan and Chad being gone for class that was giving her all the free time that she could have. Cleaning the apartment, doing laundry and getting some studying done herself. It was so peaceful without the two boys there, not that they were always loud and annoying but it was always good to have some time for yourself, especially when you live with two boys.

Ethan was her boyfriend so they shared a bed and yes she loved him and always missed him but it was nice that she was alone. Chad always complained about how loud they were at night or in the morning while he was trying to sleep. She smirked at the memories of why they were being loud.

She tried to focus on her studies but the wetness building between her legs made that nearly impossible. She sighed and closed her laptop, not even turning it off, telling herself that she would get back to it after she was done. She went to her shared room with her boyfriend and stripped off her clothes, loving the feeling of the cool air hitting her wetness and her hard nipples.

She got in bed and stared at the ceiling for a moment, debating on how she wanted to please herself when her head turned and a smirk formed on her face. Ethan’s pillow. He was always praising the smell of her pussy and how good it was that she thought it would be perfect to use his pillow. She sat up and grabbed his pillow, smelling it for herself.

It smelled just like him and it made her needy. She straddled the pillow, imagining that it was him, feeling it up to find the perfect angle. The corner of the pillow was perfect for now as she stretched out a bit before placing her hands on it. Her hips moved slowly at first, her eyes closed as she imagined that she was riding her perfect looking boyfriend.

The thought of his hands on her, rubbing her and touching her in all the right spots made her hips move faster. Moans and whimpers fell from her lips as she rode the pillow. Her juices gushed out of her as her hips moved, each thrust made the bed rock some. That was another thing that made Chad complain, the bed.

They needed a new one, one that didn’t make noise but each thrust of her hips and the noise it made, made her more horny. She loved it as did Ethan. One of her hands reached up to toy with her nipple, imagining Ethan’s hand. His name weakly fell from her lips as her hips picked up speed again, the corner of the pillow hitting her clit perfectly.

Her eyes were closed and she wasn’t aware of her surroundings but she also didn’t care, not when this felt too good. Her hips nearly jumping now with each movement, skin slapping could be heard. Her jaw was dropped as the most sinful noises could be heard throughout the apartment.

She couldn’t focus on anything but the pleasure between her legs and that nearly made her a dumbass. She wasn’t aware of the slasher that was hidden in their shared closet, watching her hump the pillow like she was going to die if she didn’t. He was hard and really wanted to touch himself but couldn’t, he needed to teach her a lesson first.

He burst out of the closet, causing her to scream and clutch the pillow to her body. Her arousal was still high but her hips stopped humping the pillow.

“What the fuck?” She heard about the masked figure in the room from the others.

Ghostface, a legend of Woodsboro. They stared at each other, waiting for the next move. The knife clutched in his hand like he was about to use it.

“You seem pretty desperate for a girl that has a boyfriend.” The voice modulator, it was so hot that her thighs clenched.

She didn’t know what to say to that, maybe it was the fear or the embarrassment. She nearly flung herself back as he moved,quick, capturing her to his body. He turned her around so her back was against his chest. She was panting again but this time from fear, not just pleasure.

One of his gloved hands was wrapped around her body so she couldn’t move, the other made its way all over her body. She tried not to moan when he cupped her breast or when his hand traveled down to her wetness that was pulsing with need.

“So wet, all over a pillow?” He teased and she wanted to cry.

She wishes that it was just her pillow and her boyfriend but ghostface also made her horny and that thought alone made her want to be locked up in a mental asylum. He chuckled, moving his hand to rub her clit, causing her to tense up a bit.

“Nothing to be ashamed of, baby, it’s hot.”She gulped and tried to stop the noises that built up in her throat at the feeling.

The fabric of the glove really felt good against her pussy.

“No, don’t hide those pretty noises. Let me hear them.” She was beat red at this point, she couldn’t believe what was happening and a sick part of her (the biggest part) didn’t want it to stop.

She let all the pathetic noises leave her lips as he rubbed faster. Her hips moved, humping his hand as she chased the pleasure that she was near earlier. Her head fell back against his shoulder, eyes closed as she let out the loudest moan. 

She sat next to her boyfriend as Mindy explained the Stab movies and how all the new people in the group were suspects. She wanted to roll her eyes at the girl but didn’t especially when she called out Anika, her girlfriend.

“Roomate lotteries can be juked.”

That never even crossed her mind, nor would she think it crossed Ethan’s either as they made eye contact, clearly confused. She tried not to think about the other night when the killer was in her and Ethan’s room pleasuring her. He didn’t make one move to kill her. She couldn’t tell the others about it, that would also make her look bad and look like a cheater.

“You okay?” Ethan asked her, breaking her out of her thoughts.

She looked at her boyfriend and nodded.

“Yeah, just scared.” He understood how she felt and he wanted to protect her from this creep.

“You’re safe with me.” He winked at her, causing her to laugh and Chad made a fake puking noise.

She wasn’t exactly sure she needed protecting from Ghostface like that, he didn’t seem to want to kill her by any means. 

She was on the bed, looking up at the ceiling for a moment before closing her eyes and letting out a loud moan. Her hands were in Ethan’s hair as he licked and sucked her pussy, drenching it with his spit and her juices. Ethan loved eating pussy, it was one of his favorite sexual activities.

The taste of her was amazing and he even made sick jokes about the scent being made into cologne so he could smell it all the time. Her face was red at the thought as she humped his face. His nose catches her clit every now and then, causing her to cry out. Chad was with his sister and the carpenter's sisters.

So she could be as loud as she wanted and she took advantage of that. Her pussy was gushing all over his face as he moaned at the taste and smell. It was all he could focus on right now. His hands dug into her thighs as he ate her like a meal. His hard dick straining in his jeans, begging to be touched.

But before he went to Econ he needed to taste her and make her cum. Her thighs were shaking and closing around his head making him groan against her. It didn’t take much after that for to cum, hips bucking wildly as she cried out his name. He licked every last drop of her cum, humming at the taste.

He pulled away with a wet mouth and she stared down at him with tired eyes.

“I’ll be back after Econ.” He winked and pulled away from her, causing her to whine.

She felt bad that he had to go to class with a raging hard on but he chose that for her. 

Ethan should be back now and she hated that he wasn’t and that he wasn’t answering his phone. She was starting to get scared as she thought about the masked killer and how he could have killed him. She was only in a tank top and panties as she tried to focus on her laptop again but Ethan and his safety crossed her mind.

She closed the laptop, this time turning it off and she went to her bedroom to put on some clothes before heading out to look for him. As she reached the bedroom she heard a noise and froze. A mere second later her phone was ringing and she wished that it was Ethan but it was an unknown number.

“Hello?” She answered the call and looked around.

“Hello Y/N.” She recognized the voice.

“Where’s my boyfriend?” She asked and Ghostface sighed on the other line.

“Why? Are you scared that I killed him?” He taunts her and she stays put but looks around the bedroom.

“I wouldn’t put it past you.” She said and that made him chuckle.

She decided to walk into the bedroom.

“So are you here?” She asked and opened the closet to grab a shirt but that seemed to be his hiding spot so she nearly dropped the phone and stepped back fast as he stepped out the closet.

“Aw you missed me?” She bit back a smart remark as he was so close to her.

“You seemed prepared for me.” He spoke as he grabbed her hair and pulled her closer to him.

Her breathing picked up again and she couldn’t deny that she was horny but she was going to try to fight it this time. She tried to get out of his grip but he flung her back on the bed. There was a part of her that hoped Ethan would walk through the door but another part of her was way too horny for this.

She watched as the masked killer got on the bed and pushed her down, his gloved hands immediately on her body. She hated how wet this made her as his hands moved down to her panties.

“Your boyfriend ate you out and that still wasn’t enough?” He teased and she thought about the fact that if he knew that then he was definitely in the closet for awhile.

He yanked down her panties, nearly ripping them. She gasped as he straddled her, this time preparing to fuck her.

“You look like you could use a good dick.” She wanted to say something but couldn’t, she felt dizzy with need.

His hand distracted her while he got himself free. Her eyes widened as she felt his cock right at her entrance.

“Just so you know, I don’t use condoms.” He told her and before she could say anything he pushed inside of her, causing her to gasp loudly.

He was big, around the same size as Ethan but the shock of the no condom thing made her eyes widened. A stranger’s bare dick was inside of her and her and Ethan haven’t made it to that point yet, they always use condoms. He chuckled at her reaction before thrusting, causing her to cry out.

He was thrusting fast and hard, something Ethan and her hadn’t done yet. It crossed her mind to bring up but with school and everything it was always the last thing on her mind. It felt so fucking good though that she was nearly crying.The bed was banging against the wall in a way that it hadn’t before.

Her cries and moans loud and her eyes rolled. He wrapped a gloved hand around her throat, applying some pressure that made her choke a little but it added to the pleasure. She reached up and grabbed his wrist, not sure if she wanted him to stop or keep going. 

“Ethan you fucking scared me!” She yelled at him after Chad threw him up against the car.

“I had Econ!” He exclaimed and she shook her head, tears in her eyes.

“For that long?” She asked and that gave the others all they needed to accuse him even further.

He moved to hug her but she stepped back, “There’s a killer out there, Anika and Quinn are dead! That could’ve been you!” She yelled.

He realized that she didn’t think he was the killer but afraid that he had been killed.

He turned to Mindy, “I’m so sorry.”

“You’re at the top of my list.” She glared at him.

Ethan looked flabbergasted by the whole thing but when he turned back to his girlfriend she was walking away. 

“Baby i’m so sorry.” He banged on the bedroom door.

She was on the other side of the door in tears.

“I should’ve come home right after but I got caught up studying.” He said and laid his head against the door.

“I was so scared Ethan.” She whispered and that was true but it also left her mind while the killer was inside of her.

“Please baby, let me in. I’m sorry.” She opened the door and his eyes softened at the sight.

She had been crying for the billionth time that night, annoyed with herself and at him. He immediately hugged her and she cried in his arms. He let her for a few minutes before picking her up and walking over to the bed. He set her down gently like she would break otherwise. She looked at him and sniffled.

“Let me make it up to you.” He said and leaned down to kiss her neck.

She let out a soft sigh as she felt his lips attack her neck, moving down to her chest that he had access to in her low cut shirt. He cupped her tits and kissed the top of them softly. He pulled down the shirt to get better access as he loved on them, whispering i’m sorry over and over again. He made love to her that night, it was soft and calm filled with apologies and I love you’s.

She stood next to Ethan as they waited for the next train. Mindy remained far away from them as she still didn’t trust Ethan. She even scolded her for not breaking up with him after that. On the train Ethan seemed quite, more so than usual but honestly she didn’t blame him. Everyone thought that he was the killer after Quinn and Anika died and now all of them were going to the sanctuary to hide and catch the killer.

Ethan was staring at Mindy with a certain look in his eyes. Y/N found herself staring at her boyfriend waiting for him to stop.

“Are you okay?” She asked and he looked at her as if he hadn’t been glaring at Mindy.

“Yeah but Chad told me to keep an eye out for her.”

“Yeah not glare at her like you wanna kill her.”

“She already thinks i’m the killer anyway.” He shrugged and that should’ve been the red flag but he was right, Mindy did think that.

Both of them turned their heads to see Mindy on the ground. She had been stabbed.

“Fuck.”

“Mindy.” They both ran over to her and begged people to call 911.

“That’s a lot of blood.”

“You’re gonna be okay.” They both helped Mindy up and off the subway yelling for people to call 911.

“I was wrong again.” She felt a little relief in the fact that Mindy no longer thought that her boyfriend was the killer.

“I’ll stay with her, you go.” Ethan told her and she looked at him like he was crazy.

“No, I’m staying with you.” She told him and he shook his head.

“You need to get to safety. I’ll be there I promise.” She tried to argue but eventually gave up and went.

She tried to call one of them and tell her that she was on her way and what happened but nobody answered. She kept replaying the scene on the subway in her head, Mindy was almost killed and Ethan isn’t here with her. She gave Sam one last phone call hoping she’d answer but she didn’t.

Luckily they still left the door unlocked for her to get in though she snuck in just in case Ghostface was there. She looked around and being in here again gave her the creeps. This place held some crazy objects and just had an off vibe. She left the door unlocked for Ethan to get in and she hoped he’d arrive soon.

She walked around in hopes that Sam or Tara would be around but nothing. She went behind the stage and gasped, seeing Ghostface. Her eyes widened and she wanted to run, how the hell did he get in here? Then again the door was left unlocked and that’s how she got in.

“Are you gonna kill me this time?” She asked, shaking with fear and arousal.

Just the thoughts about what this man has done to her, it was pathetic.

“Aren’t you curious as to who I am?” Of course she was but if she knew he’d have to kill her.

“I know you killed Quinn and Anika.” She said, that thought alone should turn her off but it didn’t.

“How could I have killed them if I was inside of you?” He stepped closer to her.

“So there’s more of you?” She asked and looked around.

“Have all of you been playing with me?” That was the question that came to mind.

“You’re mine. Nobody else has touched you.” She nearly felt her body give out.

“That turns you on? You’re a very dirty girl.” Yeah she hated how her body responded.

He started circling her like prey. She had the chills. At any given moment he could kill her but that was never in his agenda. The closer he got to her, the wetter she got. She wanted him and she was tired of denying it. She loved Ethan with all her heart but she was so attracted to whoever this.

He made her feel things Ethan had yet to. She let him do whatever he wanted. He backed her up against the wall of the stage, wrapped one of her legs around his waist so he could grind against her. She let her head fall back against the wall, her head was blank now. She could feel his hard cock against her and it felt so good.

“I hate how you make me feel.” She whimpered out to him.

He chuckled and she wished that she could hear his real voice. The knife that he had dropped to the ground as he had no intention to kill her. She let herself get lost in the feeling of him. She wanted to beg him to fuck her right here right now. It would be so dirty and wrong but maybe that’s what turned her on.

Her hands moved to his mask, he didn’t even try to stop her. His hips kept moving and she stared into the mask with lustful eyes.

“Please.” She whispered.

He tilted his head and with the other hand moved to her jeans. She bucked her hips as he unzipped her jeans. His gloved hand pulled them down just as eager as her.

“Let me see you.” She didn’t think before the words left her mouth.

He ignored her as he tugged her jeans down a little.

“You have to.” She whines softly and he again ignored her, pinning her hips to the wall so she couldn’t move.

She pulled him closer with her hands. She looked desperate, needy and horny. Her eyes stared at him as he rubbed her clit. He knew what she wanted but if he fucked her here he knew she’d be too loud.

“We can’t get caught.” He said and she nodded, understanding.

He lifted the gown and got his dick free from his jeans. She felt more wet from excitement. The feeling of him against her. He lifted her leg again and she gasped, he covered her mouth knowing she was going to be too loud. Her eyes fell shut as he thrusted inside of her, bare, like he had before but she didn’t care.

He felt amazing and he had to cover her mouth because of it. Her hands gripped his shoulders for dear life. She needed to see him, if she or he was to die tonight she needed to know who he was. If she managed to get out alive she told herself that he would be the secret she would keep.

She managed to get her hands on his mask, both of them lost in pleasure.

“Please.” She was begging and mouthing the word to him.

He was thrusting hard and her breathing was hard. The room felt hot and his hand that covered her mouth moved to her throat. When she was close, he felt it. He felt her pussy spasm and squeezed him. Her hands fell from his mask and the hand that squeezed her throat moved to his mask. She gasped as she saw him removing it.

Her orgasm started and she let out a loud moan and a gasp as she saw who was behind the mask. He smiled at her and her eyes rolled back. He slowed his thrusting and cooed at her.

“My good girl.”

The adrenaline and the shock made her orgasm better. This whole time Ethan was fucking her and she had no idea. He grunted as he came as well. His hips came to a stop and she managed to look at him, eyes wide.

“Ethan?” Her voice was a whisper and she was shocked.

Her eyes were wide as she stared at him.

“You're ghostface?” She asked him.

“One of them, yes.” He admitted to her and she tried to wrap her head around that.

He’s killed people. He’s been making her think that she was cheating on him.

“So now you have to kill me?” She asked him.

He was a little surprised that she wasn’t scared or freaked out by this but worried that he would kill her.

“No. But I have to kill them.” He said and that’s when the tears welled up in her eyes.

She couldn’t let him do that, he’d be in prison forever. She hated how she thought, how she wasn’t scared of him.

“Ethan No. Let's just run away together. Forget all of this.” She begged and she wished that she had it in her head to fool him but she was being serious.

“I have to do this for my brother.” He cupped her face with his gloved hand.

“Richie was my brother and Sam needs to pay.” He let her shaky leg down and pulled away, fixing himself.

She couldn’t believe it. None of it actually. Ethan was Sam’s ex boyfriend’s brother.

“Richie was your brother?” Her voice was soft and she felt terrible for him.

She saw the look on his face, the tears that were built up.

“You should help us.” She couldn’t find it in her to laugh at how ridiculous this was.

“Ethan. This is so crazy.” She said and moved from the wall to get closer to him.

“I love you but this is crazy.”

“I refuse to kill you. They want me too but I refuse to. You had nothing to do with it.” Her heart was pounding fast.

“Nor did Anika and Quinn.” She told him.

He wanted to tell her that Quinn was alive and that was his sister but the more information he gives her the more she has to be forced to make a choice.

They heard a noise and Ethan put the mask on, “I’ll be back.” He tells her and she lets herself go, crying and sliding to the floor.

She didn’t hate him even though she should. She didn’t think so ill of him even after all he just told her and has done. She loved him and it was even better that he was the ghostface that was fucking her.

“Y/N?” Her head raised and looked over. It was Detective Bailey. She got up and wiped her eyes as if he didn’t see her just on the ground crying.

“Are you okay?” She nodded and looked at him.

“I’m scared.” She admitted and that was the truth

She refused to tell him that Ethan was one of the ghostface.

“It’s okay Y/N. I’m here to take down Kirby. She’s been the one doing all of this.” It was genuine shock on her face hearing that.

Kirby, who was a victim of Ghostface herself, was orchestrating all of it. She thought back to what Ethan said about doing this for Richie. What was Kirby’s relation in that? She followed the cop to where Sam and Tara were and she was relieved to see them.

“Y/N?” Before Y/N could speak, she saw Kirby who was pleading that one of the ghostface knocked her out.

When Bailey ended up shooting her she gasped and felt someone tug her forward. It was the ghostfaces. Ethan had her and the other one was on the other side of Bailey.

“What?” She felt genuinely shocked.

She believed him about Kirby even though it didn’t make any sense after what Ethan had told her. She looked back at Ethan as he revealed himself. She felt her thighs clenched and hated that. She didn’t think to fake a reaction as she was still shocked by the fact that he was Ghostface.

When Quinn took off her mask, Y/N felt like she could faint. She stared in utter shock and it clicked in her head before Bailey could speak. They were Richie’s family. Quinn’s death was faked and thanks to Bailey being a cop that was easy.

“And little Y/N here should be dead but Ethan is too pussy to kill her.” She winced at his harsh words towards his son.

Ethan’s grip on her tightened and she looked back at him.

“I can get her to join us.” Ethan said and Tara stuttered out a reply, “Y/N don’t.”

“You say you love me Y/N, how far are you willing to go?”