A/n: Final part is full of sex. Just like how you hornke individuals like it.
⚠️Fake blood. Fake Knife. A bit of alcohol and nothing but smut from beginning to end. Reader will be using a strap-on in this.⚠️
Happy Belated Halloween, Readers.
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Case Name - Halloween Hangover (end.)
"I don't know why you wanted me to bring the fake blood, but here you go."
You toss the red pint of fake blood on the bed up in the pool house room just as Phoebe downs a banana flavored shot. She makes a face only to sigh happily as the first taste of liquor fills her stomach.
"Because we're about to get real freaky." She says and turns to face you. She still wore her costume.
She makes her way up to you and places her hands on your shirt. Your breath gets caught in your throat as she pushes her hands up under the fabric. As her palms drag up your stomach, the shirt followed. And before you knew it the clothing was off and tossed behind her somewhere. Leaving you in your jeans, boots and sports bra.
Your desire for her, as Phoebe stares at your body, grew the longer she stood there. She looked so much like that character, so much so that it almost pained you just to stare at her.
Phoebe bites her lip and then spins around to retrieve your Ghostface mask off the dresser along with your leather gloves. As she turns back around she holds the gloves out to you. And of course you take them.
"When you put this mask on, you know you can't talk, right?"
You slip the gloves on only to let your arms drop to your sides and nod. "I know."
"Good." Phoebe steps closer to you and pushes up to kiss your lips, after you kiss her back she pulls back. She hands you the mask and you slip it on. And that's when everything shifted from there.
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Phoebe took it upon herself to pour some of the blood into her hand only to place her palm on the front of your mask. Smearing the blood over the right cheek and along the mouth. Then she poured more before flicking the fake blood onto your chest and stomach. Giving you the effect of blood splatter after having killed someone.
She smeared some onto your left bicep and some on your right forearm. Then she dropped down to her knees and placed her hands flat against your abdomen. Her right hand left behind a perfect hand print right near your navel, fake blood dripping down while her left hand slid away and smeared the print downwards near the waistband of your jeans. You breath in and out, your stomach moving from the action.
Just as Phoebe looks up at you, you look down and then slowly tilt your head. The mask obscures the look you held behind it.
"Fuck..." Phoebe said then gasps soon after. "...this is so fucking hot."
Without saying anything to her you grab her messy bun and shove her face close to the front of your jeans.
"Ah...come on now, killer. Let me get a few more shots in me before we continue."
Your hand grips tighter to her hair as you jerk her head back so she's looking up at you. Her lips curl into a smirk before she gently bites her bottom lip. That's when you take a knife from your back pocket and place the tip to her jugular. Phoebe whines in the back of her throat as you slowly drag the tip down and let it rest between her cleavage.
