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floralcyanide · 10 months

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𝐃𝐚𝐝 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

Ghostface x Reader

Headcanons of how each of the guys would be as a dad. (No Ghostface)

warnings: mentions of infertility, mentions of illness of a parent, not much else other than that, this is mostly fluff

word count: 1127

author’s note: hiii I know it's been a while since I've written and posted. but I wanted to write a little something for father's day for our fave slahsers. I hope you enjoy!!

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

Billy:

❈ Billy is such a girl dad, and you can’t change my mind

❈ you end up having twin girls, both of which look just like Billy

❈ they are attached to him in ways you can’t explain

❈ your girls love you, and you love them very much, but their dad is definitely the apple of their eye

❈ Billy spoils the hell out of the girls growing up

❈ they’re still very humble despite them getting everything they want

❈ you and Billy made sure to teach them values

❈ when they’re teenagers, they’re drop-dead gorgeous, which makes Billy nervous

❈ he’s definitely the dad who threatens the boys who date your daughters, even though you tell him to be smart

❈ but, knowing Billy and his past, you know for sure he would definitely kill for his girls

Stu:

❈ Stu is also a girl dad

❈ when your daughter is born, he’s a mess

❈ Stu has this huge smile he can’t wipe off his face every time he looks at your daughter

❈ he takes her everywhere with him when she’s a toddler and buys her any toy or candy she points out

❈ when school starts, you don’t who cries harder, Stu or your daughter

❈ prom and graduation are also very emotional times for Stu as his daughter is now grown up

❈ Stu is protective of his daughter, but not so much that he’d go into a murderous rage

❈ but he still scared the boys in her life enough to where they never hurt her too badly

❈ Stu is ecstatic when your daughter gets married and has children of her own

❈ just as he was a cool dad, he’s now a cool grandpa

Mickey:

❈ Mickey has always wanted a son to teach everything to

❈ so when you find out your baby is a boy, Mickey is beside himself with excitement

❈ he has a whole list of names picked out already

❈ when your son is born, Mickey stares in awe at him and how much he looks like the both of you

❈ he has your eyes and Mickey’s nose and smile

❈ Mickey is the perfect father, getting up to take care of him at night when it’s his turn

❈ sometimes he’ll do it when it’s your turn, too, so that you’ll get more rest

❈ and he’s just enthralled with his son and loves spending time with him

❈ skin-to-skin contact is Mickey’s favorite part of your son being a baby

❈ when your son is old enough to do things, Mickey is over the top with getting him into sports, art, music, and so on

❈ he wants his son to be happy no matter what he chooses to do with his childhood and his life

Roman:

❈ you have both a boy and a girl a few years apart

❈ the girl is older and very sassy, just like her father

❈ the boy is very shy and to himself, also just like his father at times

❈ Roman loves teaching the kids about art and film

❈ your daughter picks up photography, much to Roman’s delight, while your son is into costumes and designing them, which also makes Roman excited

❈ you both decide to send the kids to an art school, and Roman is upset that he won’t see the kids as often as he’d like during their teen years

❈ but he knows they love what they do and need the necessary education for those subjects

❈ once your kids are no longer kids and have graduated university, Roman makes sure that they get good jobs in the industry in Hollywood

❈ watching your little family be so close and working together makes you incredibly happy

Charlie:

❈ Charlie was very terrified when he found out you were pregnant

❈ but god, does he love his son more than anything

❈ your son looks like Charlie spit him out, with his large, round eyes and rosy lips

❈ your son is just like Charlie personality wise

❈ but your son can be very outspoken sometimes, which can make Charlie a little mad

❈ however, Charlie is very patient and learns how to handle your son and his attitude

❈ when your son struggles in school due to attention problems, Charlie researches and does everything possible in order to help his educational needs

❈ when your son graduates high school, he decides to go on to college for something Charlie isn’t a big fan of

❈ but upon seeing how skilled your son is in the career field, Charlie grows happy for him

❈ once your son has a family of his own, Charlie helps him a lot with raising his own son

Richie:

❈ at first, Richie wasn’t too keen on the idea of having children

❈ but when you both find out you’re infertile, his attitude changes

❈ suddenly, he wants to do anything to make you happy, including having children, even if they aren’t your biological ones

❈ you both decide to foster kids for a little while

❈ Richie is surprisingly wonderful with every kid who comes through your household

❈ one kid specifically holds a dear spot in your and Richie’s hearts, so you decide to adopt them permanently

❈ soon, you adopt a few more kids, making your family grow larger

❈ once all your kids have completed school and the house was empty, you realize just how much your unluckiness with fertility changed everything in your and Richie’s lives

Ethan:

❈ when your last living parent falls ill and is no longer able to take care of your little sibling, you have to step up and have temporary guardianship

❈ you and Ethan have been together for a while, but kids haven’t really been brought up quite yet

❈ so it’s weird suddenly having the responsibility shared between both of you for a child

❈ but the weird dynamic quickly becomes habit and routine

❈ Ethan takes your sibling to school, makes breakfast and packs their lunch, helps with their homework, and just about anything you can think of

❈ you and Ethan discuss having children of your own once your parent gets better and has your sibling back in their household

❈ but when your parent doesn’t get better, and it seems your sibling living with you is permanent, life throws another curveball, and you become pregnant

❈ so you and Ethan raise your sibling and child together very happily

❈ Ethan is great with kids because of his personality, and it definitely has reflected onto the kid he helped raise as well as his own child

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getmeoutofhell · 5 months

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Hotel room headcanons with GF group

A/n: i know it’s not much but bear with me 🤞🏾

warnings: them. they are the warning.

-let’s start with the basics

-all HELL would break loose

-arguing about who they want in their room for like 30 fucking minutes

-roman telling them to shut up like 50 times

-roman chooses which hotel we would stay at before we even leave the house

-you’d probably stay at something fancy and nice

-depending on who you choose the stay with, you’ll be fine for the night

-ethan would probably want you to stay with him

-he totally doesn’t have a crush on you or anything (🌝)

-charlie would probably stay with mickey

-both are crazy asf

-you’d probably stay with ethan at the end of the ‘argument’ everyone had in the car

-billy and stu are in a room together (wow that’s a shocker!)

-you guys would probably all chill in one hotel room until y’all get sleepy and head to y’all’s own

-basically like amber and quinn would throw a party in their hotel room and invite everyone to come

-loud asf all of them

-definitely got noice complaints about 14 times from the people around them

-i just feel like stu would want to play spin the bottle for some reason

-the older GF (debbie, bailey) are not allowed to come to the party

-for reasons ofc

-DEFINITELY would play truth or dare i just know it

-roman would mostly pick truth if y’all play it

-oh my gosh y’all would probably also play 7 minutes in heaven i promise you

-pillow fights!!!

-stu starts them

-definitely drinking involved

-hopefully you enjoy your night <3

a/n: as i said this isn’t much, but i still hope you enjoyed!!

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suicidalslasher · 11 months

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𝙎𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙎𝙞𝙗𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - 𝙀𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙇. + 𝙍𝙞𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙚 𝙆.

Once again, have no idea how to end stories. Yall should know this by now. Nonetheless, I do hope you enjoy this :) There isn’t that much smut, it’s more dialogue than anything but... do hope you enjoy it, regardless.

WARNINGS: Non-con, dark themes, slight abuse, oral receiving and oral giving (both male on female and female on male.) Threesome between two brothers so ig incest..?? (but also not REALLY!! I figured I’d tag that still, though. Basically both brothers love the girl. lol.) Female!Reader. She/Her pronouns used.

(Y/N) occasionally had a distinct feeling that someone was watching her. She always dismissed it, assuming that since she lived in a big city and felt that way only because she was paranoid. Surely at some point someone was going to be staring at her. It was the city and people often had wandering eyes. When she turned around as that feeling grew stronger, her paranoia thickening, nobody appeared to be returning her gaze and she'd be there, in the middle of the sidewalk, feeling foolish by her fear.

But for some strange reason, it was worse today. Her fear only seemed to intensify, making her feel more terrified despite her best efforts to block out her silly thoughts about it. (Y/N) was walking back home from a late shift at her job. It was already past midnight, and the streets were eerily quiet. Only a few cars were in sight. Other than that the town was empty, almost as if it was a ghost town. She felt that familiar feeling of being watched again, and this time, it was stronger than ever before. Her heart began to race, and she quickened her pace, hoping to make it home without incident. (Y/N) tried her best to calm herself down, whispering soft reassuring words under her breath with each step she took.

As she turned a corner, she saw a shadowy figure standing under a streetlight, watching her intently.

(Y/N) stopped in her tracks, her body going cold as tried to make out who it was, but it was too dark to see their face. She began to walk faster, this time in the opposite direction, but the figure seemed to be following her. She could hear their footsteps behind her.

(Y/N)'s mind raced with fear and uncertainty. Was this person following her on purpose? Did they mean to harm her? She couldn't shake off the feeling that this was more than just a coincidence.

Her heart was pounding in her chest, and she could feel her palms getting clammy. Sweat had even began to pool on her forehead, sticking to her skin as she walked faster, her breathing heavy and ragged as she quickened her pace.

Suddenly, the foot steps grew louder and with her bottom lip tugged in-between her teeth, she takes a shaky breath before she spins around to face the figure. In the dim light, she could make out the silhouette of a tall man, dressed in a black cloak, pulled low over his face.

As he lifted his face, however, she gasps when she realizes it's none other than Ghostface himself. Whether it was a copy-cat or the actual legitimate one... the fear remained, nonetheless.

The tiny hairs on her neck stood on end and she stumbled back as she muttered: "What do you want?" (Y/N) asked, trying to keep her voice steady. The man stepped closer to her, and (Y/N) shook with fear as he came closer to her.

"You," he whispered, his voice low and menacing... not only that but it was disoriented, almost staticky. There was no way that was his real voice. (Y/N) tried to back away, but the man was quick to reach forward her, grabbing her wrist as he pulled her towards him. She struggled to break free, but his grip was too strong and she was far too weak. "Let go of me!" she screamed, feeling a surge of adrenaline run through her veins. But the man only laughed, and pushed her roughly against a nearby wall. (Y/N) winced as the impact with the wall jarred her body, and she struggled to catch her breath. She looked up at the man with fear in her eyes, her heart pounding in her chest. The man leaned in close to her, his voice husky and seductive. "Don't fight it," he whispered. "You know you want this." (Y/N)'s eyes widened in shock and disgust. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. This man was a monster, and she needed to get away from him. Summoning all her strength, she kicked him in the shin and twisted her wrist free from his grasp. Then she turned and ran as fast as she could down the dark alleyway. Behind her, she could hear the man cursing and chasing after her, but she didn't look back. She just ran, her heart pounding in her chest, until she felt the cool night air of the city on her face. Breathless and shaking, (Y/N) collapsed onto the sidewalk. She looked around, trying to get her bearings and figure out where she was. She had been so focused on getting away from the man that she hadn't been paying any attention to her surroundings. As she caught her breath, (Y/N) took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down. She couldn't believe what had just happened. She had always known that there were dangerous people in the city, but she had never expected to be attacked like that. With a shiver, (Y/N) got back to her feet and started walking. She needed to find a safe place to go, somewhere where she could collect her thoughts and figure out what to do next. As she walked, (Y/N) felt a wave of anger and determination wash over her. She wasn't going to let that man get away with what he had done. She would report him to the police and make sure that she was brought to justice. With a new sense of purpose, (Y/N) walked on, her mind racing with plans and ideas. As she turned around the next corner, however, her heart skipped a beat when she saw him again. How had he gotten there so quickly?! He was leaning against the wall and once he notices her, he waves the knife clasped between his gloved hand in the air. (Y/N)'s anger then turned back to fear and concern. How did he find her? How did he get to her again so quickly, so fast and sudden? She quickly turned around and started to run back the way she came, feeling him hot on her heels. But she wasn't fast enough. Suddenly, she felt a hand grab her hair and the next thing she knows, she's being yanked to the ground, her face scraping against the concrete. The man stood over her, the mask still perfectly wrapped around his face. She couldn't see his eyes but she knew he was looking at her with a nasty, cold glare. She could practically feel it.

"You really thought you could get away from me?" he sneered, that haunting voice sending shivers up and down her spine. "You should have known better than to mess with me, sweetie." (Y/N) tried to scramble away, but he grabbed her by the ankles and dragged her back towards him. She felt his gloved hands on her body, tearing at her clothes. Tears streamed down her face as she screamed for help, but no one came to her aid. The man laughed at her desperation and leaned in closer, even through the mask she could feel the warmth of his breath against her face. "You're mine now," he whispered. "I'll do whatever I want with you." (Y/N)'s heart raced as she struggled against his grip, but it was no use. The man was too strong. Before he could really do anything, though, there's a voice coming from down the alley. "Hey, there! What are you doing?" the voice asked. She couldn't believe it. She was going to be saved. Tears of happiness and gratitude swelled in her eyes. However, as the stranger crept closer, she realizes that the man wasn't there to save her.

Not only that but she's seen this man before... she actually had dated him, once upon a time ago. Her eyes grow wide and it feels as though everything seemed to stop. Time, the beating of her heart, even the sounds of the city had gone deaf in her ears. All she can muster out is; "Richie?" Her ex-boyfriend, Richie, stood before her with a sly smile on his face. This was not happening. Her mind was nonstop racing, the same as her heart.

Richie Kirsch was dead.

He had gotten killed back in Woodsboro when it was announced he had been the Ghostface killer. And yet... he stood in front of her, very much alive and breathing. She had always known that he was bad news, but never in her wildest dreams had she imagined him to be involved in something like this.

How he even was able to get away with such an act, murder nonetheless, was questionable. How he was able to fake his own death as well.... question after question popped up in her head. He had never been the smartest guy around, if she were honest... So, how he was able to pull such a stunt was... very much surprising. "Long time no see, babe," he said, his voice low and menacing. "It's a shame we had to meet this way, though." She shuddered at the cold, hard look in his eyes. This was not the same man she had once loved. He was dangerous, and she knew that she was in trouble. "What do you want from me, Richie?" (Y/N) asked, her voice barely above a whisper. He crouched down, getting on the floor with her as his breath hit against her face, hot against her skin as he spoke.

"I want you, my dear," he said. "We both do." Richie then motioned for the hooded figure to reveal himself. The stranger chuckles deeply as he stood up, Richie taking over his position to hold (Y/N) down. The stranger then drops the cloak at his feet and as he rips his mask off, revealing himself as Ethan.

Ethan was not only one of her best friends but he had also worked with her at the local coffee shop, too. Ethan turned to (Y/N), a devilish smirk on his own face.

"Surprised, bestie?" "H-How...? What?" "Meet my baby brother, (Y/N)." Richie smiled, the grin growing even more sinister and his eyes grew even more dark. (Y/N) couldn't believe what was happening. Her heart was beating so fast that she thought it would burst out of her chest. She had always known Ethan as the sweet and caring guy who would do anything for her, but she had never imagined him in this light. "Don't be scared, my love," Richie whispered, his hand coming up to caress her cheek, his thumb brushing ever so softly against her skin. "We just want to show you a good time." She tried to push him away, but his grip on her tightened. "You wouldn't want to make us angry, now would you?" "Please, guys, this is not right," she managed to say, her voice breaking as she croaked out her words. "We're not going to hurt you, (Y/N). We just want to have some fun." Ethan reassured. "Just me and my big brother here." He smiled. Tears welled up in her eyes as she realized that she was trapped. The two men had her cornered and she didn't know how to escape. She felt a wave of panic wash over her, her mind racing with thoughts of what they might do to her. The answer was obvious. Richie leaned in closer, his lips grazing her ear as he spoke. "Relax, baby. We'll make it worth your while." He reassured. "Don't you remember the good times we shared? How good you felt wrapped around my cock? How wet your cunt always got when I'd shove my cock deep inside of you? Don't you want that now? Don't you miss it? Don't you miss me? Don't lie, (Y/N)..." Ritchie said with an eyeroll. "I know you still think about me when you fuck yourself at night." This last piece of information was what did it. (Y/N) felt her face burn as redness coated her cheeks. Richie smirked, knowing he was right. "There's the (Y/L/N) I know and love." He cooed. At the words, her body shivered. She felt her cheeks heat up as something in her stomach twisted. Feeling a rumble deep in her lower stomach, she realized she was hungry again. Her body still craved him like it craved air. "Please..." She whimpered. "Please don't do this..." She begged. "Don't hurt me..." Richie let out a little laugh as his hand moved up to her cheek, the way he had done earlier. He brushes his thumb across her skin before he places his thumb across her lower lip, letting himself into her hot and warm mouth, brushing his digit across her tongue.

"Baby, we're not going to hurt you...." He repeated in a reassuring manner as he then pressed his lips to her forehead. "Unless you want us to..." He whispered into her hair. He then took his finger out of her mouth before he looked at her with such hunger and fire and before he can stop himself, he's crashing his lips onto hers. In a daze of lust, (Y/N) couldn't help but kiss him back. She let out a soft moan against his mouth as his kiss became more urgent and demanding. Her body was reacting to him like it always had. His tongue swirled and danced against hers, his breath hot and heavy against her face.

All of this was so fucked up.. all of this was so wrong but.. if that were the case, how come it felt so... so awfully right? As the kiss deepened, (Y/N) remembered Ethan. She broke away from Richie's kiss and turned around to find Ethan standing behind them, that same smirk on his face only deepening as he chuckled and gave a small wave to her. Her heart raced as she realized what was about to happen. She was about to be taken by two men, brothers no less, and there was nothing she could do to stop it....

Part of her also didn't want to stop them. Not anymore.. not since she knows who it was behind the masks. As dangerous as they were, there was part of her that knew they weren't going to hurt her.

"Come in. Let's get her back to the apartment." Ethan said. Richie nodded as he stood up, taking (Y/N) with him. *~* The moment they get her back to her apartment and as soon as the doors open, they're both dragging her toward her bedroom. As soon as they get there, Richie is pushing her to the bed, Ethan quick to follow. (Y/N) tries to resist but her body feels heavy and unresponsive. She's in a haze, barely able to make out their faces as they loom over her.

There was so much going on, so many feelings overwhelming her. Richie pins her down while Ethan pulls out a pair of handcuffs from his pocket. "What are you doing?" (Y/N) slurs, her words barely coherent. "Taking control," Ethan answers, his voice low and dangerous. "You've been acting out of line, (Y/N). Especially with what happened back there. You need to be punished." Before she can protest, Ethan snaps the cold metal around her wrists, chaining her to the bedpost. (Y/N) struggles to break free but the restraints hold her down, leaving her helpless and vulnerable. Richie watches from the sidelines, his intense gaze fixated on her. "What do you wish to do now, little brother?" Richie asks, his voice eager. "Now we teach her a lesson," Ethan declares, his eyes darkening with lust. "She needs to learn who's in charge." Ethan's hands then slide down her sides, (Y/N) closed her eyes and tried to lose herself in the sensations. She felt her clothes being stripped away, leaving her skin exposed to their hungry gazes. Their hands were rough and demanding as they explored every inch of her body. She couldn't believe how much she wanted this, how much she craved their touch. It was like a drug that she couldn't get enough of. Their mouths were everywhere, kissing, licking, and biting every part of her, and she loved it. Ethan leans in to kiss her passionately while Richie pulls her underwear off, the last remaining bit of clothes that she had on. She moans into Ethan's mouth as he runs his hands all over her body, caressing her curves and making her shiver in anticipation.

Richie, on the other hand, wastes no time in getting rid of his clothes and positioning himself between her legs. (Y/N) arches her back as Richie's tongue flicks over her clit, sending waves of pleasure through her body. Ethan takes this opportunity to pull down his pants and offer his hard cock to her, which she eagerly takes into her mouth. She hadn't ever expected the night to end like this... With her ex boyfriend who she thought was deceased and with her best friend who... somehow was hiding the fact he had been related to her dead boyfriend.

But... she wasn't regretting it. She never did think she could love two people at the same time before but in this moment, she realizes she could and she did. (Y/N) still loved Richie (even despite his cruel and gruesome past) and she had also previously been questioning her feelings towards her best friend.

She had came to the realization in this very moment that yes, she was in love with him as well. "You're ours." Richie said as he lifted his head above from where he sat in-between her legs. His chin was drenched with her juices and his lips were swollen and red. He pinched her clit, making her squeak in response. "You belong to us, is that clear?" He said as he pressed his thumb and forefinger harder against her cunt. She nodded, due to the fact she couldn't quite do anything with an entire cock in her mouth.

"I think that's a 'yes'." Ethan said with a chuckle. Richie grinned in response.

"I guess now the plan is just to make her 'scream', huh?" Ethan rolled his eyes in reply to his brother's cheesy comment but he then nodded. "Let's."

#ghostface smut #ghostface x you #ghostface x y/n #slasher x reader #slasher x you #slasher x y/n #slasher smut #richie kirsch x you #richie kirsch x reader #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry x you #ethan landry x y/n #richie kirsch x y/n #cierra's stories #written by cierra

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gothicknightz · 1 year

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temporary masterlist

this masterlist is ONLY TEMPORARY for all current works.

SCREAM FRANCHISE

ETHAN LANDRY:

• family ties | part two - reader, chad, sam, and tara are attempting to escape from ghostface, who subsequently reveals themself (fem!)

• 3 am | part two - reader is on their way back from a party and gets attacked (fem!)

• for her - reader and ethan are by themselves in his dorm room (fem!)

RICHIE KIRSCH:

• various unfinished drafts!

GOTHAM

JEROME VALESKA:

• pass the nirvana

• king of chaos

• firsts for everything

• sucker punch

• knuckle sandwich

#gothicknightz #scream #scream 6 #scream 5 #scream vi #ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #richie kirsch #richie kirsch x reader #jack champion #jack quaid #sam carpenter #tara carpenter #Gotham #gotham imagines #jerome valeska #jerome valeska imagine #cameron monghan #joker imagine

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plus-size-reader · 1 year

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Safe

Richie Kirsch x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 2816 words

Warnings: the reader gets stabbed, fandom-typical violence, romanticizing a known serial killer

Summary: Richie “saves” the reader from Ghostface, and she doesn’t want to leave his side after that.

@armyangxls requested this forever ago, and I just got around to finishing it. I hope you enjoy it darling!

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You almost didn’t believe it.

Not that you had been attacked. You had sort of figured that at some point or another, you would end up on the chopping block due to your close proximity to Sam Carpenter, your best friend.

What you couldn’t believe was that you survived the encounter.

By some miracle, or more accurately by Richie Kirsch, you were still breathing even after coming face to face with that fucking ghost mask.

He had saved you, and even more impressively, he was made it out too. He had survived and so had you, with little more than a flesh wound to speak of.

It wasn’t bad, considering how it could have gone. Still, that didn’t make the whole being stabbed in the side hurt any less.

It hurt like a bitch.

“Hey, it’s okay. You’re going to be okay” Richie cooed, trying his best to be comforting in the aftermath of what you’d just gone through.

You tried your best not to scoff at that, finding it hard to be positive with a stab wound leaking all over the floor.

The only thing that kept you quiet, really, was the knowledge that he had just tried to take on a masked serial killer for no other reason than to save your life, and he didn’t deserve any attitude.

Even if he wanted to say stupid things like that.

“I can’t believe I got fucking stabbed” you groaned, resting your head back against the cabinet and letting out a huffy breath.

Richie hummed at that, only half paying attention as he took in the scene in front of him. Honestly, he couldn’t believe you got stabbed either, considering it hadn’t actually been part of the plan.

Not that he could tell you that.

It wouldn’t bring you any comfort now.

“How bad is it?” you wondered, not entirely sure if you wanted to know, but doing your best to say something, anything that would fill the empty space between you.

You were flushed, and panting but if you asked Richie, you still looked pretty…in a just-got-attacked-by-a-serial-killer kind of way.

Though, considering you didn’t ask him, he chose to keep that little fact to himself. Instead, he forced himself to grimace as he glanced down at where the blade had pierced your flesh.

There was a lot of blood, and from this angle, he couldn’t even really tell how bad the killer had gotten you.

So, after a careful glance back at your face, he decided to just tell you that. “I’m going to look at it, okay?”

With careful hands, he lifted what he could of your bloodied t-shirt to take a look at the damage Ghostface had managed to do before he showed up.

It wasn’t pretty.

The soft skin of your midsection was marred, and you were sure to have a pretty gnarly scar once they stitched you up. Thankfully though, it didn’t look too deep and he was sure you’d live.

Richie was a lot of things, but a doctor was not one of them.

All he could tell was that the bleeding wasn’t too bad, a steady trickle more than a gush, which meant that you would recover. He might not know much about surviving stab wounds, but he knew enough to know that you weren’t dying.

He would definitely know if you were dying.

“So, what’s the verdict, Doc?” you questioned, trying to laugh though it was cut short with a hiss as his fingers met the hole in your abdomen.

You weren’t sure what he was doing, but considering it was either trust Richie or bleed out on the floor, you kept your mouth shut.

“You got stabbed,” he laughed, his eyes not meeting yours as he focused on the task at hand. Using the hole in your shirt as leverage to tear the bottom part off, he started, doing his best to pack the wound with some of the cotton.

It wasn’t pretty, but all things considered, that couldn’t have been the furthest thing from your mind.

Maybe under different circumstances, you may have blushed or attempted to tug the edges of your shirt down further to cover the exposed pudge of your lower stomach but that seemed silly now.

Besides, Richie didn’t even seem phased at the appearance of your usually hidden skin, much less disturbed by it.

“Good news is, we’re already in a hospital” he teased, his eyes flicking back up to you for a second, a smirk playing on his lips as he attempted to joke with you, just to make sure you caught it.

You smiled, a small nod letting him know that you both got his joke and appreciated his attempt to make light of the situation.

Getting stabbed hadn’t been on your to-do list, but it seemed that if it had to happen, you could do a lot worse in terms of first responders than Richie.

“Aright. What do you say we get you some help, huh?” he suggested, standing from where he’d been, kneeling over your crumbled frame and offering you a hand.

It was going to hurt, standing up, but there wasn’t exactly a good way to get around it. So, you bit the inside of your cheek and pushed through the screaming of your abdomen until you were on your feet.

Richie held you there until you were ready to take a step and even then, he didn’t let go of the hold he had on you, his arm secured around your back.

This hadn’t been part of the plan, and it certainly wasn’t in his script, but it certainly couldn’t hurt.

After all, everybody loved a little bit of romance with their gore, and a pretty girl on his arm could only make him more likable in the end. It was a win-win, as long as you healed up well enough to make all those public appearances with him when everything was said and done.

The doctors made quick work of the wound you were sporting.

After Tara, they knew exactly what they were dealing with and your injuries were nowhere near as severe, so they were done relatively quickly. Of course, that didn’t mean that you could go home.

You had to spend at least a couple of days under observation, just to make sure the knife hadn’t caused more serious complications, or knicked something internally that they hadn’t caught yet.

Which was just fantastic.

You had almost been butchered a few floors down, but somehow you were supposed to feel safe sleeping here all alone? Hardly.

“You awake in there?”

The sound of Richie’s voice from behind the closed door startled you from your brooding, and you couldn’t help the smile that bloomed on your face as you thought about seeing him again.

He had saved your life, after all.

“Yeah, come on in” you called, confirming that you were, in fact, awake and more than willing to have a visitor.

Your parents weren’t going to be able to make it, and with them out of the picture, you were pretty much looking at a weekend here all by yourself. Staring at the ceiling tiles was entertaining, but somehow you thought actual conversation with another human would top it.

Richie did as you suggested, careful to close the door gently behind him. The doctors told you he waited the entire time you were in surgery, but when you woke up, he was gone.

Evidently, getting some stitches of his own.

You winced as you took notice of his bandaged forearm, “Did they do a good job getting you patched up?” you wondered, thinking back to the moment he’d burst into the room and saved you from certain death.

It felt like a dream now, but the sharp pain still radiating in your side confirmed it was real. You had almost been butchered downstairs, and had Richie not shown up, you wouldn’t have been here at all.

The sequence of events had been coming back to you more and more as you sat here, trying to put it all together in your head.

You had gotten a text from Amber asking you to meet her in Tara’s room and assuming the worst, you headed that way.

At some point in your journey, the killer had come at you from the back and knocked you from your feet, resulting in you both hitting your head and ultimately getting stabbed, when you rolled over to fend off another blow.

You didn’t even realize you’d been stabbed at first.

It wasn’t until Richie came rushing into the hospital room and drew Ghostface’s attention away from you that you noticed the blood pooling around you.

Your hand slipped in the crimson when you went to stand, and you fell back to the tile floor. That was where you were when he screamed, the killer’s blade slicing clean through the skin of his left arm.

It wasn’t a terrible injury, all things considered, but you still couldn’t believe that he’d just done that. That he’d gone out of his way to put himself between the killer and you, someone he’d only met a few days prior.

“I think so. What about you?” Richie wondered, not bothered by your faraway look as he moved to sit down beside your bed in the visitor's chair.

He had a little bit of experience with wounds like yours, but he was never putting them back together more than he was making them worse.

You nodded in reply, watching as he filled one of the paper cups on your side table with water, and offered it to you, in a gesture far more caring than you ever would have imagined from him.

Though, after today, it would seem that you had been too quick to judge him. Richie had to be a good guy, or else he wouldn’t still be here.

“Are you headed home?” you asked, trying to make small talk as you finished up with your water and handed it back to him.

You couldn’t imagine anyone willingly spending time here if they didn’t have to, and considering that he was up and around, you figured that meant he was probably on his way out.

Just checking in before he went out to Sam again.

“I have a little time, you know if you’re lonely” Richie shrugged, a little too quickly to be considered casual though you didn’t really catch it. All you heard was that you didn’t have to be alone for a little while longer.

Which, after everything that had happened today, felt like a wave of relief washing over you.

“We can watch Stab 5. It’s on Netflix, and trust me, it’s the best one” he assured, not even giving you a chance to reply before pulling out his phone and searching for title in question happily.

You may not have known how deep his love for the franchise went, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t enjoy a movie together regardless.

“You don’t think that’s a little morbid? Y’know, with Ghostface running around” you countered, immediately forcing Richie to rethink his whole plan. If you didn’t like these movies, you really weren’t going to like the rest of his movie.

Though, as soon as he met your gaze, he melted again.

You were messing with him.

Even though you were tired and recovering from a pretty nasty wound, you had this soft smirk on your face that told Richie everything he needed to know.

“Don’t be scared. I already proved I can protect you, didn’t I?” he grinned, pressing play and listening as the opening score met his ears, after scooting his chair closer to where you were laying so you could enjoy it too.

You two stayed like that for a while, not really saying much to one another, aside from the occasional muttering of facts or repeating of lines from Richie when his favorite parts would flash across the screen.

It was nice.

It had been a while since you had been able to just enjoy sharing space with another person, and you never would have guessed you’d find that with someone like Richie.

Not that you could deny it.

He was different than you thought, and for once, that seemed like it was a good thing.

You smiled, thinking back to the way you’d refused his handshake the first time he’d introduced himself. He just seemed too nice, and too put together, that kind of thing always put you on edge.

Richie caught sight of your soft expression from the corner of his eye, the movie forgotten now as the end credits rolled. He started to say something, to ask what you were thinking about or how you liked the movie, but he never got the chance.

Before he could even consider what he wanted to ask, a bell chimed through the hospital letting you both know that it was nearly 8 pm.

It was time for him to go home.

…and time for you to accept your fate.

Richie was the first to speak, breaking the silence between you as he stood from his chair, moving it back to its original position. “I guess I should get ready to go”

He spoke slowly, like it was his turn to be lost in thought, contemplating whether or not he should really leave you here all alone.

The entire time he’d been here, no one else had called or texted to check on you. It seemed like you were completely alone, and he didn’t really want to just abandon you here.

“Yeah, you should go home, get some sleep” you agreed, not even trying to hide the disappointment in your tone.

You needed to get ahold of yourself.

This was your best friend’s boyfriend, and just because he saved your life from a serial killer, packed your wound with his bare hands, and then spent the evening keeping you company didn’t mean there was anything between you.

There couldn’t be.

Again, Richie faltered, clearly not ready to go but not able to come up with a good enough reason to stay either.

It felt like there was something else to say like the right words were right there on the tip of his tongue and his brain just couldn’t access them.

“Okay, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow then” this time, the words came out more resigned, sort of how a huffy child would react after being put in time-out.

Wordlessly, he gathered his things and headed toward the door, looking back at you only once before pulling it open, intent on taking his leave.

Fuck it.

“Hey Rich,” you called, watching as he jolted back at the sound of your voice, too much hope and expectation evident on his face. “Will you stay with me?”

Your voice was far sweeter than you’d ever heard before as you practically pleaded with him not to leave, ignoring the nagging pain in your side as you shifted toward where he was standing.

Visiting hours were over, or at least, coming to an end.

Luckily, since you didn’t really have much family to speak of and no one else had come to visit, it wasn’t like he’d have any competition for your overnight visitor's slot.

If he wanted it, that was.

The second you spoke, you wondered if you’d made a mistake. That was a pretty bold move, and no matter how much you ignored the facts, he was currently taken which added a layer of complexity.

So far, you hadn’t actually done anything wrong by Sam, but you were certainly in the grey area.

“You can if you want, I mean, I’d feel better if I wasn’t alone” you added, hoping that this wasn’t too much pressure all at once. He’d already saved your life today, so you could understand if he wasn’t exactly looking for anything else.

It wasn’t as if you could expect more than that.

Still, any resistance that may have been there washed away as soon as you offered, and Richie grinned. As if he was going to actually turn down a chance to spend more time with you.

“Yeah, I can do that” he decided, almost all at once. “We can watch 6 and 7 too, so you can tell me which one you like best”

You knew it was wrong, to want his attention as much as you did, but right now, you couldn’t bring yourself to care. You had nearly been butchered earlier and the only thing that saved you was Richie.

So, if you wanted to keep him by your side a little longer, you doubted anyone would blame you for that.

Besides, Right now, Richie was the only person you knew for sure could be trusted and you needed to know you were safe.

Even if only for one more night.

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seancekitsch · 1 year

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Could we get perv!Richie with a fem!reader that doesn't know he's Ghostface until the 3rd act and he finds her in a closet?

happy belated to jack quaid 🧡

Darkness was never associated with safety for you up until this point. Now, the darkness is the only thing saving you. To you, light pouring into this closet right now would mean certain death, and further solidify your place in the horror trope hierarchy.

If Ghostface were to find you right now, it would probably have you marked down as somewhere between Tatum from the original or Robbie from a few years ago. Which, come to think of it, is not the worst place to be, but you’d rather survive this movie than be one of the iconic kills.

I hope Richie is okay, you think, and then curse yourself because really you should be hoping everyone’s okay. But is it really that selfish to hope for good things for yourself and your best friend? Even if that means you’re the only survivors? I mean, sure you want more people to survive, but who’s ever heard of a final group?

You push yourself back further into the closet, armed with only a coat hanger and trying not to trip over Christmas decorations. A crash and a scream downstairs make you tense up. Who died? But if it’s someone else, it’s not you. Thats all you have to keep telling yourself.

“If you’re hiding, show yourself!” you hear the voice of the one and only Sidney Prescott distantly in the house, and not even a moment later you’re bathed in the cheap yellow overhead light of the hallway.

Fuck, it’s all over. It’s all over. You close your eyes as tightly as you can, trying your hardest not to tremble as you stand your ground, coat hanger clutched in a palm you hope doesn’t feel sweaty.

No noise follows, just the feeling of leather smooth against your jawline, the touch gentle and caring. Your shoulders slump, and you relax against the touch, maybe foolishly as you open your eyes.

“Is this the part where I beg for my life?”

The words are out of your mouth before you can think of using any self preservation. The ghost face mask mere inches from your own only shakes its head no. No, thats fitting. There will be no begging for your life, just a steel blade to the chest or neck, and if you’re lucky, it’ll be quick. Instead of a knife though, Ghostface advances, pushing until your back hits the wall on the other side of the closet.

“Talk about seven minutes in hell,” your stupid mouth gets the better of you again, and you really shouldn’t be joking at a time like this. Ghostface towers over you as they pull the closet doors shut again behind you.

“Shut up, stop making me laugh,” comes the muffled voice of your best friend beneath the mask. Wait. What?

“Rich…?” you ask, finally now starting to tremble, and his gloved hand trails from your jaw down to your throat, and then further down the v neck of your shirt, stopping just at your bare sternum.

“Such a fuckin’ tease,” he groans, and you feel yourself wanting to pull the mask off.

“Welcome to my movie,” Richie says, pushing his knee between your thighs. Holy shit, it’s like a fucked up version of your day dreams. Your hands move to pull off the mask, slowly like you’re trying to convince yourself it’s real. You can’t even see his face in the darkness, but you feel like you can picture the expression on his face anyway; his brows knitted together seriously and his lips curled into that little smile he gets when he has an idea.

“I thought it was weird you told Sam you’d never seen these,” you admit, and he presses himself even closer to you, leather clad fingers sliding from your sternum to trace the underwire of your bra and spread out warm along your rib cage.

“You let me lie,” he whispers against your ear, stubble rubbing against your cheek, “That’s how I knew you’d let me do this.”

He presses a wet kiss to your pulse point, licking and sucking at it roughly, sure to bruise.

“I’m not—,” you pause to catch your breath, coat hanger long forgotten as your arms snake around his neck, “I’m not exactly letting you do anything.”

He bites down hard, and you almost yelp. God forbid you get caught like this, so you stifle it as best you can.

“You’re not exactly saying no.”

His leg between your thighs presses further, sweet friction to rile you up, and his hand comes down to your waist. His grip on you tightens, and slowly he starts to rock you back and forth on his thigh as he continues to kiss and bite at your neck.

“Fuck,” you whisper, leaning your head back against the wall and giving into Richie’s movements. Your fingers tangle in his curls and you move your hips along with his hands. It’s not enough to get you off, but honestly it is enough to make you go along with whatever Richie says.

“That’s right baby,” he says between kisses, “Have a plan for you.”

His lips finally make their way up to yours, and he kisses you firmly. He tastes a little like the bud light he drank earlier, but you couldn’t mind that now.

“What’s that?” you manage to ask with your mouth still slightly pressed to his.

He pulls back, only for a moment.

“All you gotta do is stay hidden and looking pretty for me,” he punctuates his sentence by rocking himself harder against you. You feel yourself nodding against him, instantly and without really thinking about what he’s saying.

“And then I’ll come get you and make you a star. Would you like that baby?” He rocks his hips a little faster this time, groaning himself when he ruts himself against your hip. You can’t help the whimper that escapes your throat.

“Yeah, knew you’d like that. Knew you’d want this,” he pants.

Footsteps slowly climb the stairs, creaking against the hardwood that probably hasn’t been replaced since the first time a bloodbath took place here. Richie quickly untangles himself from you, and you whine at the loss of contact. He fumbles to pull the robe off himself and push it amongst the Christmas decorations all around your feet.

“Play along for me again, alright?” He places himself right back against you and kisses you again, this time his hand reaching down between your bodies to cup your sex over your jeans. Your knees feel ready to buckle at such a simple act, and…

he pulls apart from you at just the right time.

The door gets yanked open and light floods in again, this time to Sidney Prescott waving a gun in your faces as you both hold up your arms in surrender. Then another Ghostface runs up on you, Richie shouting

“Holy shit! It’s Ghostface!”

as if he wasn’t also just wearing the mask. He pulls you out of the closet roughly, pushing you in front of him to run to keep his sights on you. You, Richie and Sidney all make it back downstairs, with Richie pushing you and practically herding you different directions.

The moment you’re out of Sidney’s sight, he stops and wraps his arm around you; not quite a hug, something more possessive.

“Garage,” he whispers, “Hide for me. Gonna finish my movie.”

You nod and he gives you one last kiss, before roughly pushing you off him towards the living room.

Your feet carry you to the garage without a second thought.

#richie kirsch x reader

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doomh3ad · 2 years

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The Ghostface killers + hugs [including billy loomis, stu macher, amber freeman, richie kirsch]

Billy Loomis

-casual affection is his thing. an arm around your waist or neck, kisses on the cheek, a hug before you two have to separate, he loves it!

-likes running a hand over your hair or playfully tugging at whatever hairstyle you have while hugging you to him tightly. his favourite hugs are the ones you initiate, running up to him excitedly and throwing your arms around him.

-also loves hugs where he has one arm around you while the other tilts your chin up to kiss you. he knows precisely the effect it has on you, and gives you that teasing smirk when he pulls away.

Stu Macher

-excited hugs all the time. whether you ace a test or have just pulled off an EPIC kill, you've got a one way ticket to hug town. he'll still hug you even when you're in public or in a more formal setting.

-big overexaggerated hugs where he hugs you as tight as he can to cheer you up if you've had a bad day! he's tall and great to hug even if he's pretty thin. just use him as a teddy bear, babe! stu doesn't mind!

Amber Freeman

-amber is pretty protective and will generally always have you close, an arm around your shoulder. she loves hugs where you lean your head on her shoulder because she feels like she's keeping you safe and happy <3

-she can be a little snappy when she gets stressed but a hug from you easily calms her down, her anger just melts away! her darling is so sweet hugging her when she needs it <3

Richie Kirsch

-he's so possessive but also wants to be a good boyfriend to you, so hugs are constant and lingering; he never wants to pull away from your touch.

-he can make any excuse to hug you - you're so cold, let him open his jacket so you can cuddle into him! there's not much room where you're sitting, so you should come up closer to him. any reason for him to be by your side <3

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ghqstfqce · 11 months

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★ !⠀ Personajes ꉂ⠀⠀para los︰que Escribo⠀ ☆` ᵎᵎ ‎❪ 0000‎ ❫ ↺ Solicitudes: Abiertas. Revisar el final para las reglas.

⠀⠀⠀⠀｡⠀ 𝆬 ⠀⠀୨୧⠀ ⠀₊⠀ ⠀Scream⠀ㅤ⁄ㅤ⠀✩ .

ㅤㅤ✦ Ethan Landry

ㅤㅤ✦ Richie Kirsch

ㅤㅤ✦ Quinn Bailey

ㅤㅤ✦ Tatum Riley

ㅤㅤ✦ Poly ! Ghostface

⠀⠀⠀⠀｡⠀ 𝆬 ⠀⠀୨୧⠀ ⠀₊⠀ ⠀Dead by Daylight ⠀ㅤ⁄ㅤ⠀✩ .

ㅤㅤ✦ Danny Johnson

ㅤㅤ✦ Frank Morrison

ㅤㅤ✦ Joey

ㅤㅤ✦ Susie

ㅤㅤ✦ Pyramid Head

ㅤㅤ✦ Dwight Fairfield

⠀⠀⠀⠀｡⠀ 𝆬 ⠀⠀୨୧⠀ ⠀₊⠀ ⠀Other Slashers⠀or Characters ㅤ⁄ㅤ⠀✩ .

ㅤㅤ✦ Billy Lenz

ㅤㅤ✦ Carrie White

ㅤㅤ✦ Thomas Hewitt

ㅤㅤ✦ Michael Myers [OG/RZ/HK/DBD]

ㅤㅤ✦ Sam de Trick 'r Treat [Platónico solamente]

ㅤㅤ✦ Kurt Kunkle

ㅤㅤ✦ Dalton Lambert

Reglas para Solicitar

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rottenstyx · 1 year

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what about any of the ghostfaces x reader who has a ghostface tattoo?

I mean I think they'd dig it

#scream #scream x reader #ghostface x reader #billy loomis x reader #stu macher x reader #mickey altieri x reader #roman bridger x reader #jill kessler x reader #charlie walker x reader #amber freeman x reader #richie kirsch x reader #jill roberts x reader

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creepyyanderegirl · 9 months

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Yandere Richie Kirsch Alphabet

A=Affection (How do they show their love for you)

Hugging,hair playing, kissing,teasing,holding, cuddling,arm over your shoulder

B=Bound (How much do they share with you)

Tells you everything

C=Cruel (How do they punish you)

Violence, yelling,pain,silent treatment, ties you up,force feeding, starving, spanking

D=Desire (How long until they take you)

7 months

E=Even (To what level are they dominant)

Dominant

F=Future (What are their future plans for the two of you)

Get married

G=Gifts (What do they give you)

Sweets,food,pillows,blankets,weapons,stuff animals

H=Hell (Worst experience with them)

His threats,his angry moments, his jealous moments, teasing,his punishments

I=Insane (How insane did they get because of you)

10/10

J=Jealous (How easily do they get jealous)

Glares at anyone who goes near you

K=Killing (How do they handle killing)

Painful

L=Language (What is their love language)

Physical touch and quality time

M=Manipulation (What could you do to get what you want)

If your sweet to him or show him a bit of affection

N=No (To what strength would they go for you)

He'd do anything for you

O=Obsessed (How obsessed are they with you)

9/10

P=Pet names (What do they call you)

Babe,baby,sweetie,hunny,sweetheart, angel, cutie, doll, love, darling, beautiful, princess

Q=Quit (How would they act if you died)

He'd go on a killing spree

R=Runaway (What are your chances to get away)

He'd catch you before you can

S=Stalking (How good are thru at stalking you)

10/10

T=Type (What type of yandere are they)

Sadistic,manipulative,delusional,obsessive,possessive,stalker, jealous, overprotective

U=Unique (Different from other yanderes)

Likes the game

V=Vine (How soul is they feel if you fought back)

Fights you back

W=Will (Would they do anything against their loves will)

Force feeds you, ties you up,holds you,spends time with you, manipulates you

X=Xray (How much do they hide from you)

Nothing really

Y=Yearning (How much do they want you)

7/10

Z=Zzz (How do you two fall asleep together)

Holds you in his arms

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere x y/n #yandererichiekirsch #yandere boy #richie kirsch #richie kirsch x reader #richiekirschxyou #Richiekirschxy/n #scream #scream 5

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mutual-monsters · 1 year

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oh, the things that you do in the name of what you love

Pairing: soft!dark!Richie Kirsch x gn!florist!reader

TW: dark/yandere themes, stalking, possesiveness, drugging, kidnapping, forced intimacy, pet names, mentions of masturbation (m), Richie is a creeper

MINORS DNI !!! 🔞

Word count: 964

A/N: Requested by @ouijaboardemo a year ago as a sort of ‘unofficial sequel’ to this. I completely forgot about it until a week ago, and now it’s here. A lot of it is based on a convo I had with Carrie, so maybe follow it if you like brilliant ideas 😏

Title is from this song.

Also, again, because this is like my 20th yandere fic in a row, please know that I’m not condoning this. I’m just a guy who sits a computer and writes fanfiction.

Modesto wasn’t a small city, to say the least. It was quite easy to get lost in if you didn’t know where you were going, and for the most part, it kept you feeling like fresh faces were always within your reach. Working at a flower shop also helped, as you met all sorts of clientele whilst behind the counter.

In the beginning, Richie had come into the shop a few times, always leaving generous tips in the jar and always chatting extensively with you about what exactly to buy. His job was at the bowling alley next door, though he spent his breaks watching you, carefully memorizing your mannerisms and photographing you from a distance. He’d spend a shift working, and follow you home, taking only a few hours to himself before starting it all over again the next day.

However, it didn’t take long for him to start craving more. Once or twice a week, he’d unlatch one of the locks on your windows, and sneak inside. The first few times, he just looked around, content with jerking himself off to the very smell of you before leaving. After that, though, he started to snag small things, stuff he was sure you wouldn’t miss; some hair from your brush, a piece of jewelry or two, and, eventually, when he found himself desperate enough, a toothbrush from your trashcan. He found himself repulsed by his own actions, but nothing could satiate the hunger.

He needed you.

He started coming into your shop more often, chatting you up, flirting, anything he could to be closer to you. He had to see you. He’d bring you coffee before work, line his lunch up with yours, whatever it took. He knew it wouldn’t take long before he was craving more, and it scared him. And, when he was right, he knew what it had come to. He knew it was wrong as he called in sick to work. He knew it was wrong as he climbed in through your window, still unlocked from the last time he was there (and he noted to himself, that maybe he was doing you a favor). He knew it was wrong, but he couldn’t stop himself from placing a rag soaked in chloroform over your mouth as you walked into your bedroom that night, shushing you to sleep and gently petting your hair before tying you up to put in his car. And then, as he had resigned, didn’t want to stop himself from packing your bags, and driving away with you.

The world came in and out, hazy in the back of Richie’s Prius. It didn’t register to you then as you fought the drugs in your system– you were too out of it. You just let the feeling of the car and the faint sound of Billy Joel lull you back into sleep.

It was the sound of the chain that woke you up. You had tried to roll over, causing a rattling, metallic sound, awakening you from your slumber. The room was relatively nice– small, but furnished minimilistically. Once again, you tried to move your leg, resulting in the same loud clanging as before, only this time, you saw the cause; a leather strap around your ankle attached to the floor with a thick metal chain. A quick scan of the room provided the culprit.

“Richie?” You croak, still under the effects of whatever he had given you to keep you sedated.

He looks up from his comic, and a spark ignites in his eyes.

“Oh, hey, bunny! I’m so glad you’re up!” He exclaims, rushing to your side, beyond eager.

“Richie, I don’t think I under–”

“It’s okay! You don’t have to understand right now!” He says, placing himself on the bed next to you, and holding your hand. “The thing is, I love you. I need you. You’re like– well, to me, you’re like air. I don’t think I could go on without you. So, I brought you here. Somewhere where I could take care of you. Somewhere where you’d be safe.”

He keeps one hand on your back, rubbing circles to sooth you. He knows the realization is hitting you, he knows how scared you must be, and it kills him.

“I don’t understand, Richie. I can protect myself just fine, I mean–”

“No. No, you can’t protect yourself. I’m the one who does it. Do you have any idea the amount of times I’ve saved you from being mugged? Do you have any idea the amount of times I’ve chased off people trying to hurt you? I mean, for fuck’s sake, you don't even check the locks on your windows!”

Once again, the wave of realization hits you. You feel like vomiting. He speaks up again.

“But, it’s a good thing you have me, huh?” He slides in a little closer, and presses his lips to your forehead.

“Hey, hey, don’t cry! I brought all of your favorite movies! Well, actually, they’re my favorite movies, but you’ll come around to them eventually!” He says, a giant smile forming on his lips.

He pulls a remote from the side table and presses the ON button, scrolling until he reaches Stab on Netflix.

“Here, let me hold you, the opening’s kinda intense.”

And you do.

The shock wears off in time. Eventually, he lets you off the chain, content that the coded locks on all the exterior doors will detour you from escaping, and even if you did, you know deep inside he’d hunt you down. Maybe one day he’ll take you out on a long car ride; Maybe you’ll even go see a movie, but not until he’s sure you’re mind is broken enough to do so.

Let’s hope you like the Stab franchise.

#richie kirsch x reader #plus sized reader #gender neutral reader #richie kirsch x you #tw stalking #tw dark #tw yandere #tw drugging #tw kidnapping #dark!richie kirsch #yandere!richie kirsch #yandere!richie kirsch x reader

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getmeoutofhell · 5 months

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Ghostface killers texting with y/n part 2!!

This is for @randymeeksistheloml

Summary: basically leaving off from last chapter. Enjoy! 🤗 part 1: chat

Warnings: Ethan gets in a argument with Billy/cussing

Roman: what did I just come back to?

Y/n: don’t worry about it. It’s just them being weird as usual

Amber: Ethan’s such a L 😭😭

Y/n: imma add him back

Quinn: why? You like my brother or something 🤨

Y/n: what? No I just wanna add him back lol

Quinn: yeah sureeeee

*y/n adds Ethan back in the chat*

Amber: aww you added him back

Y/n: 😐

Ethan: why am I back in here?

Y/n: because I added you back lmao

Ethan: oh thank you y/n ❣️

Quinn: OH?!?! Now do you believe me y/n?? 🤨

Stu: 👀👀👀

Billy: maybe E won’t be a virgin sissy no more

Amber: LMAOOO

Y/n: replying to quinn: wdym?? He literally just said thanks. Y’all really getting on my nerves. Dead ass.

Y/n: replying to billy: bro wtf

Ethan: replying to billy: wtf are you talking about?? Stfu

Billy: little bro don’t start with me

Amber: fight fight fight!!

Quinn: lemme get the popcorn 🍿

Y/n: oh shit…

Ethan: replying to billy: no because your weird for saying that. You need to stfu

Mickey: holy shit what’s going on

Roman: right I just got out the shower and all I hear is my phone dinging

Quinn: @ Richie you need to see this

Richie: see what?

Richie: replying to billy: 😂😂😂

Billy: replying to Ethan: make me bitch boy

Stu: uh oh 😰

Ethan: piss off

Y/n: everyone chill out please.

Billy: No this virgin boy mad he gets no play. He ain’t gonna do shit

Billy: @ Ethan, ain’t this you?

Amber: LMFAOOOOO 😭😭😭😭😭😭

Y/n: oh my fucking gosh…

Amber: BRO GOT CLAPPED 💀

Ethan: @ amber: bitch ain’t this you?

Y/n: 💀

Ethan: and billy bob, ain’t this you?

Quinn: BAHAHAHAH

Amber: replying to ethan: 🖕🏻

Amber: you just mad y/n doesn’t want you

Roman: hey can y’all stfu, imm tryna watch this movie and y’all keep interrupting

Mickey: this shit is so fucking funny

Billy: replying to Ethan: make sure to lock your windows tonight bitch boy

Billy: replying to Quinn: it’s not that damn funny

Quinn: yes it is

*ethan left the chat*

Billy: bitch

Stu: guys, why are we fighting?? 🥺

Billy: Stu shut the hell up

Stu: where’s Charlie??? He barley texts in here. Also billy stop being mean to me 😔

Jill replying to Roman: you can literally turn your phone notifications off dummy

Amber: where the hell you come from?

Roman: don’t start with me Jill. I’m not in the mood

Jill: replying to amber: I’ve just been enjoying reading y’all going back and forth

Quinn: weirdo.

Jill: what bitch?

Charlie: hey y’all…wtf has happened while I was gone?

Roman: a bunch clearly. Where have you been?? I was trying to call you all damn day charlie. It’s your turn to do the dishes

Charlie: chill I was with my friend. You know the one I went on a date with?

Stu: are you gonna tell us who it is yet?? 👀

Charlie: no

Billy: bro just tell us

Y/n: y’all he doesn’t have to if he don’t want to

Stu: why do you care y/n? Sus

Billy: no damn way you just said the word sus

Amber: anyways, where are we heading to next week?

Quinn replying to billy: lmaoo 😭

Y/n: were supposed to be going on a trip to Hawaii

Charlie: yeah

Roman: oh yeah the trip. I’m driving. Also please put Mickey in the damn back of the van.

Mickey: why do I have to be in the back

Roman: because you’re very aggravating sometimes and I can’t have that while I’m driving

Quinn: I’m so excited for the trip. Also who’s buying the snacks for the road???

Billy: make Ethan’s ass do it

Y/n: lol I’m buying snacks for the road

Richie: where am I sitting in the van? Don’t put me by Quinn. I still remember that piece of melted candy I had stuck on me all those years ago from her

Quinn: dramatic

Y/n: how about you guys come over and we can all watch a movie and order pizza? Just stop arguing about every damn thing

Billy: I’m not going around that virgin sissy

Stu: y/n can I got to the store with you when you get the snacks? 🤗

Y/n: ofc!! 😊

I hope you enjoyed this!! I plan on writing headcanons and maybe a whole fic about you and the group all on a road trip to Hawaii. Send in questions, I like them. 🤭

#slashers x reader #slashers #slashers x y/n #roman bridger #roman bridger x reader #mickey altieri #mickey altieri x reader #ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #billy loomis #billy loomis x reader #stu matcher x reader #stu macher #quinn bailey #quinn bailey x reader #richie kirsch #richie kirsch x reader

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ratmonky · 1 year

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Mise en scène

warnings: murder, snuff film, gore, blood, guro, manipulation, gaslighting

word count: 1.6k

ao3 link

chapter 1 - preproduction

The door to his room opened abruptly and startled Richie. He slammed his laptop closed as you walked inside to throw yourself on his bed and bury your face in his pillow.

“Please stop barging in my room like this.” He swiveled around on his chair to look at you. The thin fabric of your skirt had wrinkled over your ass, exposing your panties, he fixated his eyes on the supple flesh of your thighs.

“They rejected my script.” You lifted your face from the pillow to speak before pressing your face against the pillow again.

“Again?” Richie sounded baffled, that novel about a rotten girl you had written hadn’t left him alone ever since you let him read it. It was he who had encouraged you to turn it into a screenplay so the two of you could make a short movie using the script but as expected, others were unable to see your talent in writing. “I was so sure they’d give you the green light to make that one, it’s your turn on the set, right?”

“It’s because of Lucy.” You rolled over on his bed, facing him.

Richie rolled his eyes. He had heard you talk about that girl. She was popular, pretty, and got away with everything. She had been stealing your ideas and preventing you from making any of the movies you wanted in the movie set on campus.

“If only she wasn’t the director of the set we would be able to make whatever movie we want.” You pressed your palms over your eyes before dragging them down your face. “It’s so hard to have a conversation with her when she has that stupid ‘good girl’ attitude too. Ahh, I hate her so much.”

He was smiling, the way you wanted to make a movie together with him was adorable. “I promise we’ll make the best movie together.”

“How can we do it without any equipment?” you groaned softly. “I need that set if we wanna make a movie out of my script. The lighting and sound equipment are all in the set, everything I need is in there. My final grade all depends on that stupid movie assignment and it seems like I’m gonna fail thanks to Lucy.”

He stayed quiet for a moment to think. “You could let me and my friend help?”

“No.” Your reply was instantaneous.

“Why?” He raised a brow.

“You are always making gore movies, I wanna make a movie that’ll leave an impact and live in people’s minds even after they’ve seen it only once.” You trailed off.

“My friend’s good with special effects, we both could still help you make your movies.” Richie was always promising.

“I wanna be the director of my movies.” You were always so stubborn.

“I never said you wouldn’t be the director. Hmm, how about you join us when we’re making one?” Richie grasped his chin with a grin before turning to look at you.

“To do what?” He had caught you.

“You could watch or be the cameraman.” It was time to reel in.

“I wanna be the director.” Now, don’t ruin the fun.

“You can’t be the director of a movie you don’t know about.” He tried to explain.

“That’s… true.” You were defeated. He couldn’t hide his excitement.

“Don’t worry, I’m sure if you like how we do things, we can let you direct the next movie.” Another promise.

“Sounds like a plan.” You were happy with this but he could sense your hesitance. “When do we start?”

“How about tonight?” He knew you were ready.

You nodded in agreement. “Okay, I’ll go home so you can come get me after dinner.” Getting up from his bed, you pressed a kiss on his cheek and left his room.

He waited, listening to your footsteps and the slam of the entrance door. Part of him regretted giving you the key to his apartment but you had insisted. When he was sure that you had left, he opened his laptop. The screen lit up with a still image of a terrified girl. She was covered in blood, her eyes were wide with fear and at the bottom of the screen, a hand gripping a knife could be seen.

He clicked the replay button with his mouse to play the footage.

The girl was begging, holding one hand up to keep distance between her and the cameraman. “Please, “ she pleaded, “I won’t tell anyone, I won’t, I promise.”

As if to mimic a shake of a head, the camera moved from side to side. The girl couldn’t hold back tears, she started weeping. Her one hand was trying to keep her torn dress up while she pressed her back against the molded wall. Then she took deep breaths to calm herself down.

The camera was still.

“I’ll suck you off I’ll even let you fuck me,” she started giggling, she had lost her mind. “You don’t look like the type any girl would fuck. I’ll let you lose your virginity.”

The camera shook as the hand holding the knife sliced the woman’s arm. She screamed in pain, starting to whimper again. Letting go of her torn dress, she tried shielding herself with both arms as the knife kept slashing at her skin. The man behind the camera was breathing heavily in anger. The knife suddenly stabbed the woman’s chest. She started screaming, trying to pull the knife out as the blood was trailing down. The knife pulled out, letting blood gush out from the wound but it abruptly stabbed another spot on her chest and then again and again.

The woman’s screams were getting muffled by her own blood in her mouth, her cries were gut wrenching but the cameraman wasn’t phased nor did he show any mercy. Her eyes were full of regret for the things that might have gotten her to that spot, and her mouth opened at the same time she was helplessly trying to stop the man with her bloody hands. She didn’t say anything, she just stared into the camera lens with a horrifying expression. Her pupils were dilated, and her teeth were stained with blood. She moved to stare at her attacker before blinking one last time.

She slid down the wall, collapsing on the cold concrete. She didn’t move as the cameraman’s foot poked her.

He sighed and kicked her over to film her body. Her chest and lower body were painted red with blood but that wasn’t as haunting as her eyes. They were still open, pupils still dilated.

The cameraman got up and landed a strong kick at her lifeless head. There was no movement but he kept kicking her until he was out of breath.

The footage ended there and the playing tab closed itself. Richie rolled down to check the comments.

Anon #6684: The bitch deserved it.

Anon #8754: LMFAOOO FAKE

Anon #9845: I wish I could do this to every girl. I’d fuck them though, entitled whores would be begging for me to stop haha. Imagine how humiliated they would be to be fucked by me

Anon #4376: Hey op why did you get upset at her calling you a virgin lol def a virgin

Anon #2698: Everything op posts is fake, you can see the special effects. If these were real they’d be arrested. Wannabe Stab killer

Richie typed a comment.

Anon #4376: Hey op why did you get upset at her calling you a virgin lol def a virgin

-> Anon# 5350 [OP]: I have a gf

He closed his laptop and leaned back, thinking about who the movie should be about until it was time to pick you up. After grabbing his equipment, the good stuff, and slipping a condom into his pocket, he left his apartment.

He had to take the bus since you weren’t neighbors anymore and your parents wouldn’t let you move in with him. It was understandable, nobody would want to see their daughter beside someone like him.

Most parents had a sixth sense, and so did yours. They could probably see through him. He knew that they were pressuring you to dump him but you were too dependent on him to even consider their words.

As he got off the bus he texted you to come out. He knew better than coming upstairs and showing his face to your parents.

You rushed out of the apartment building and approached him when he waved at you. The two of you started walking down the path toward the woods. His eyes wandered to your skirt and blouse. He could see down your blouse, you weren’t wearing a bra.

“Ready to make the best movie ever?” you asked teasingly, looking up at him with your doe eyes. He averted his eyes but then turned to look at you with blushing cheeks. Your smile was infectious, he found himself smiling as well.

“I am, are you?” His eyes wandered down to your legs again, giving you an idea of what he was thinking.

You hit his chest jokingly, “Not that kind of movie.”

He clicked his tongue, feigning irritation. “Then I’m leaving.”

You clutched onto his arm, hugging it around your chest. He could feel your breasts pressing on his forearm. “Don’t leave your defenseless and weak girlfriend alone in the woods, Richie. Isn’t that one of the rules?”

He chuckled, and his smile got wider, “Of course, I wouldn’t want you getting killed off so early into the movie. I’d never leave you.” Pulling his arm free, he wrapped it around your shoulders to walk you deeper into the woods. “Let’s continue, shall we?”

“I thought you’d make me the final girl in your movie.” A pout.

“I mean you don’t qualify as one since I took your vir-” You hit his side and he burst into laughter. He stumbled a bit before wrapping his arm around you again and leaning down for a kiss. “You’d be one rule-breaking final girl, to be honest. The one who fucks the killer to stay alive.”

“As long as it’s you,” you smiled into the kiss, unaware of his script for the movie.

#richie kirsch x reader

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localduffyx · 10 months

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PINKY PROMISE

part 2

masterlist

Pairing : Richie Krisch X GN!Reader

Warnings : mentions of alcohol, reader relapses, mentions of death, let me know if I missed any! proceed with caution!

PINKY PROMISE : NEONI feat. NEFFEX

Y/N POV

I'm just a cynic, can you give me a minute?

'Cause faith is hard to place

When you can fake everything you ever thought you could say

I looked down, at the sidewalk. I hid my bloodshot eyes with sunglasses. I thought I heard someone say my name, so I brushed it off.

Got trust issues, I'll admit it

Scar tissue to prevent the pain that waits

When I look away

"Y/N!" Richie said, making me turn around. "Why are you wearing them? Its not even bright out." Richie said, as I clenched my jaw.

Do you pinky promise you won't screw me over?

Leave me in the cold, yeah

"But I thought, last night was movie night." I messed with the ends of my flannel.

I need honest to my coffin

Do you pinky promise you won't screw me over?

"Yeah sorry something came up." I lied, but Richie of course knew I was lying.

Tear me up like vultures

I need honest

Tell me do you pinky promise?

He has known me long enough to know when I was lying.

Look, I've been through some fucking shit

So I'm over it, I'm about to split if you can't commit

I don't wanna see you promise, make your actions fit

I started to walk to my place, which wasn't far. "What came up?" Richie asked.

I can't trust that you'll be honest and I'm passionate

'Cause this dating culture, no one takes it serious

We all swiping 'til our standards are delirious

We all complain that there's no one out there to attract

I shrugged. "You never miss out on movie night, Y/N." I rolled my eyes, not visible to Richie.

But when we look in the mirror, would we date the person lookin back?

You entice the same energy your putting out

I got in my place, Richie following. "Take them off." I shook my head. "No."

So if your ready to commit maybe I wouldn't doubt

Don't wanna be a pessimist but I've been feeling down

'Cause I don't feel like anybody wants to grow up now

Richie clenched his jaw, before taking the glasses off. "Hey!" I said, as Richie saw my bloodshot eyes.

Do you pinky promise you won't screw me over?

Leave me in the cold, yeah

Richie was silent. Too silent. "You happy now?" I said, before grabbing the sunglasses back. "I was worried, and you were out drinking!" Richie said in disbelief.

I need honest to my coffin

Do you pinky promise you won't screw me over?

"3 years down the drain." Richie added. "Yeah, well if you knew why I was drinking you wouldn't blame me." I mumbled.

Tear me up like vultures

I need honest

Tell me (what I'll do) do you pinky promise?

"Y/N, you could've died!" Richie exclaimed, as I walked into the kitchen. "Would've been worth it." I said, grabbing a glass.

You get one chance, one opportunity

To make a first impression, so impress me and speak truthfully

I'll match ya energy if you don't wanna enemy then be friendly

"What about it would've been 'worth it' ?" Richie asked. "Someone close to me died." I said filling the glass with water.

And maybe we can mend some things

Our brain chemistry Is taking us to therapy

Our inequities are filling us with jealousy

So get the fuck off your phone when your next to me

"Come back to me when you're clean." Richie said, before walking out, slamming the front door in the process.

Let's have a real conversation about all the remedies

Anything but checking DM's for your next to-be

'Cause all this access is the true fucking enemy

A week past and I finally made it to a week without drinking. I texted Richie about it.

The grass is greener right? That should fix everything

But the issue is our damn insecurities (damn insecurities)

𝙃𝙚𝙮. 𝙄'𝙢 𝙖 𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙠 𝙨𝙤𝙗𝙚𝙧. 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙣'𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙪, 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙄 𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙥𝙨𝙚𝙙. 𝘼𝙧𝙚 𝙪 𝙤𝙠𝙖𝙮? 𝙄 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙩'𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙪 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙙. 𝙎𝙧𝙧𝙮.

Do you pinky promise you won't screw me over?

Leave me in the cold, yeah

I waited, before he responded.

𝙈𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 :

Then he sent an address. I changed into (doesn't need to be this outfit)

I need honest to my coffin

Do you pinky promise you won't screw me over?

When I got there I was confused when I didn't see Richie. Then I saw him. I walked over to him, and have him a hug.

Tear me up like vultures

I need honest

Tell me do you pinky promise?

Then I felt something go in my stomach. I pulled away from the hug, and I looked at Richie before looking down at the knife in my stomach. "I-I thought we had a, Pinky promise.."

#scream movies #richie kirsch #richie kirsch x reader #scream imagine #scream 5 x reader #scream 5 #5cream #richie kirsch imagine #richie kirsch scream #neoni #Spotify

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raekensluver · 10 months

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Because they follow the trend of not liking what is not in the trend 🤭🤭🤭🤭

🙄🙄🙄🙄 smh. u fr goofy if you do this.

#richie kirsch #richie kirsch x reader #scream 5 #atar chit chats *ੈ✩‧₊˚

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seancekitsch · 11 months

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Could you do a Richie one-shot based on the song “Knife Prty” by Deftones?

i made a playlist for richie while writing this thats why it took a little while lol but uhhhh under the cut bc kinky

It’s becoming more and more common now, that look in Richie’s eye; the one that drives you crazy and lets you know you’re in for it. Although, you know you started it this time. You’re the one who chose to chop vegetables in nothing but his unbuttoned flannel shirt and a thong.

“Youre losing your touch,” you hum, teasing him when you don’t even look up from your meal prep to meet that deadly, hungry gaze.

“You’re just doing this on purpose, right?” he asks, “I mean, it’s not like you thought, hmm? Let’s provoke my incredibly handsome boyfriend who I know loves to get kinky? C’mon, the knife?”

You have to chuckle at that. Richie is one hundred percent correct. It’s been a while since he’s really seen how deft you are with a blade in your hands, and the imagery… you know thats got to bring him back to someplace special.

“Maybe I wanted to play a game,” you trail off, finally lifting your head to look at him. His bright blues look predatory under the kitchen light. He softens, but only slightly to come up behind you and press you into the kitchen counter. He rests his chin on your shoulder.

“Whatcha making?”

“Soup.”

You speed up your chopping, harshly driving the knife now into celery.

“A little, uh, rough there, aren’t we babe?” He places his big hands on your hips, squeezing them beneath his flannel as he tries to get as close as possible. He doesn’t try to hide the fact that he’s hard and straining against you, instead he tries to press as much of himself against you as possible.

“I pretended the carrots were Amber, now the celery is Sam,” you tell him, quite proud of yourself.

Richie really can’t help but groan at that.

“Have I ever told you how fucking hot you are when you’re jealous?”

“Not jealous,” you pout, stabbing the cutting board, “They’re dead and I’m not.”

“Well then, whatever this weird little anger thing you have going on is hot,” he concedes, and his hands travel from your sides to slide down your arms past the fabric of his flannel, until his hands are over yours.

“Me or you this time?” you ask, knowing what the next move will be.

“I think it should be you,” He whispers, his lips now ghosting the shell of your ear and sending shivers down your spine. You giggle as you pull yourself out of his grasp, throwing the used knife in the sink and grabbing another from the block.

Richie gives you a head start, just enough time to lay on the floor of the living room and place the knife blade up between your teeth while he hastily pulls at his own clothes in the kitchen. Your thighs involuntarily clench together, excitement racing beneath your skin as the anticipation almost becomes too much. Richie’s figure looms in the door frame now mostly undressed, maybe the most menacing he’s looked since he took off the mask. He stalks over to you slowly, and you let his flannel fall open to expose your chest. That predatory look in his eye is lethal now. You can feel his eyes travel up and down your body, landing on the knife, blade up, waiting for him.

Richie drops to his knees, and his warm hands come up to part yours. He uses the momentum to drop himself forward, caging you between himself and the floor, and you almost shrink under his gaze. Richie smirks, and you wink at him. All part of the game.

He leans down and bites the blade, removing it from your teeth, but his lips don’t curl back as far as they should.

“Oh babe…” you manage to whisper, a little genuine concern as he puts the knife to the side and blood starts to flow from the cut.

“You’ve done worse to me,” he dismisses you, and pulls you into a harsh kiss. The blood hot and metallic against your mouth painting it red. Richies hands can’t move fast enough, practically ripping his flannel from your body, fumbling feverish and violent.

You relax into the kiss, and once your arms are free they snake around his neck, pulling him down into you as he palms at your chest.

He pulls away from the kiss, a crazed smile on his face as he comes into your vision. You keep your eyes on his, knowing that one of his hands is going back towards the knife. It was only a matter of time. You brace yourself, steeling your expression on your bloodstained mouth as he gets to work. The first slice earns only a twitch of your eye, and the way Richie's eyebrow quirks shows he's clearly impressed. The second one earns a whimper, because now you're bare beneath him. The knife clatters to the floor as the smile on your face grows, knowing you've won this one.

"Fuckin' perfect," he whispers, finally some softness slipping into his features. His thumbs glide against the new lines, then against the scar tissue of the others. You rub your fingers along the scar on his shoulder, long and pink against his pale skin. He slides one hand back up your abdomen, smearing blood in its wake; the other pulls down his boxers.

"Perfect," he repeats. Richie brings a bloody finger up to his lips, and sucks it into his mouth. Your nails dig into his shoulders as he moans around the digit, making a show of how he sucks it clean of your blood. When he's finally done, he releases the finger from his lips with a pop. Show off.

"So sweet. So fucking sweet," he moans.

"Richie, please," you beg, your hands traveling from his shoulders to cup his face.

"Anything," he pants, quickly adjusting to grab your thighs and push them even further apart, now letting himself rest against your entrance.

"Anything," you agree, and he pushes in.

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