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MASQUERADE SLAUGHTER FEST!

Scream! (Insert fav) x scream!  black reader

Summary: Going to the Halloween party that everyone's been talking about you expected the night to end as a core memory. It shore did end as a core memory but not in the way you would have wished...

WC:4,231

Content Warning: Gore, dirty talk, corruption! kink, breeding kink, oral (f & m), fingering, handjob, facial, (slight) titty f*cking, Face fucking, slapping, dumbification, overstimulation, praise, tummy bulge, size kink, spanking, choking, pussy slapping, a mix of doggy/back shots, mating press, missionary, mask kink? food play, Dacryphilia

If the Halloween party was said to be the party of the year of the course you were going to go even though you weren't a people person. But if you knew that it would be a group of people crashing the party and killing everyone you most definitely were going to stay your ass home. But then again nobody knew til the last minute, you were in the bathroom freshening up since the atmosphere was starting to get a Lil hot. Racing your hand towards the doorknob all that be heard was a smash, yelling, and screaming.

You flinched your hand back you didn't know if the jocks were drunk off their ass and started smashing shit or what. But the screams sound deadly as if someone was getting stabbed to death. There was a window you can escape through but you were too thick to fit through. There was a bedroom connected to the bedroom so being smart you locked the bathroom door. And ran inside the bedroom locking the door to enter it from the outside as well before quickly rushing to the window. You opened not caring about being loud since it was shunned by all the noise downstairs. It was also a safer option since right outside the window was the roof and you can just crawl. And if you remember, there was a ladder at the side of the house that you escape down. Making a run for it, you thanked your uncle for forcing you into the track team.

Just thinking you were moments away from freedom someone knocked on the bedroom door. Your blood ran cold, it was one of those creepy knocks from a horror movie where the killer taunts the victim. You hurriedly tried pushing yourself through the window. When a burning sensation burned. Your hips were too big, yet you didn't care your life was on the line. "I know someone is in there open the door" their tone seemed to be getting heavier. Tears brimmed your eyes as if you didn't care if you bruised your hips, trying to leave.

The person behind the door seemed to have short patience and temper and began banging on the door. Banging so hard that the entire door and walls were vibrating. Out of adrenaline you ignored the pain and shoved the rest of your body through and it seemed the person was finally able to get the door open. Looking back you saw the person as they stood wearing a scream costume. Seeing as you were about to escape they rushed over. Just as you only had to pull your foot out to escape they dragged you back.

They dragged you roughly back in not caring about hurting you as the grip they had on your ankle was enough to sprain it. Now having you securely in their hold they stared down at you. Not being able to control your emotions tears ran down your face. Ruining the makeup you dreaded putting on for the party. The scream mask had blood on it and you wondered who was under the mask had blood on their face too. You waited to face your death of being brutally murdered as you squeezed your eyes so hard it started to hurt but nothing happened. Opening your eyes you felt their eyes burning down at you through the mask.

"Get on the bed," they said simply pushing you towards it, you sat down obediently not wanting to piss them off. They stalked towards you as you kept your head down the tear kept rolling on their own. It was completely out of your control. Placing their hand on your chin they lifted your head, slightly whipping the tear on your face with their thumb. Before sticking their pointer and middle finger into your mouth and somewhat done your throat. Another hand wrapping around your throat. Squeezing it slightly as a warning before a beautiful groan came from behind the mask. The way you sucked on their fingers and the noise you were making was starting to turn them on more than they already were.