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December 20th. Role Reversal. “On The Other Side Of The Knife.” Billy Loomis X AFAB Reader.

AH! SO HERE WE ARE! 

I was sooooo insanely excited for this prompt! I felt like it would just hit so right with Billy Loomis and I really think that it does. I might have to do a longer thing with this to be honest. Kinky December is such a blast! Big, big thanks again to @horrorslashergirl​ for this event! I hope you all have fun and enjoy this piece! Now on we go!

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Rating, Explicit. Length. 2K. Warnings. Praise. Role Play. General Ghostface Fuckery. Knife Play. Blood Play. Rope Play. Sub/Dom Dynamics. Hair Pulling. Mentions Of Poly!Ghostface. Voyerism. Restrained Billy. Submissive Billy. Dom Reader. Face Sitting. Cunnilingus. Dirty Talk. Teaseing. Lingerie. 

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One The Other Side Of The Knife.

It had started as a joke. 

Isn't that how most of these discoveries go? 

It's all fun and games, laugh, laugh, joke, joke and then whoops turns out someone IS into that and just like that, a new kink is discovered. 

Still when it happens to Billy it is a shock for the both of you.

But we are a little ahead of ourselves here. 

It had been a great night. A solo-session with the two of you, Stu indisposed for the evening, you loved being with both of them but getting to have Billy all to yourself on occasion was so great. You knew that he felt similarly, he loved Stu so much and sharing you between the two of them was never an issue, it was a damn good time. Having you pinned in the middle was quite the sight to behold, writhing and the way you sounded? Oh my God, forget about that, it was perfection. 

But this wasn’t about the, to be perfectly honest, wonderful times the three of you had. This was about you and him, and it went so well. A phone call, a chase, you were captured, trussed up, teased and taunted and taken. You were left pleasantly sore, skin slick with sweat, thoroughly satisfied, a little bloody with his cum slowly leaking out of you. You were on your back as he was untying you, pulling the ropes away and tracing the indents that the ropes left in your skin, rubbing over the skin soothingly, he had long since ditched the costume, looking down at you affectionately.

“You did so good tonight.”

He praised you as one of his hands rubbed over your calf as he unwrapped the ropes from around your ankle and threw them aside. You were rubbing one of your wrists as you responded,

“You weren’t so bad yourself.”

A laugh from him before firing back with a roll of his eyes,

“Oof what high praise y/n.” 

One of his hands ran up your legs, he reached out and picked up the knife that was lying on the sheets next to you, he started to crawl over you, knife brandished and held out.

“I think you should say something a little nicer to me.”

You smirked up at him and feeling bold you decided to challenge him. 

“Oh should I now?”

“Mmm.”

He hummed as the flat of the blade started to come down to your chest and you got a very interesting idea. You reached up, hand coming to the back of Billy’s neck and you pulled him down, leaning up to kiss him. He melted into it when your lips met, returning it easily and you slowly took action. Your hand sliding up from his neck and into his hair and nails scratching over his scalp lightly, the soft groan he let out against your mouth was all the signal you needed, your other hand moved quickly and grabbed the knife from his hand. Your fingers threaded into his hair and tugged hard, you broke the kiss and the knife was held to his throat, you were about to tell some dumb joke and continue the banter and teasing-but his reaction made you stop. 

The way his eyes flew back open, the slight gasp, how he tensed and that look in his eyes as he stared down at you. Unsure, slight fear, arousal, a look you were sure he had seen painted on your face the first time you two did this when he was the one holding the knife. 

“Oh I think he likes it.”

“What? Me?”

He tried to say it in that classic and oh so confident way of his but he couldn’t pull it off this time. Couldn’t hide the shake in his voice, obviously thrown off or the slight flush on his face.

You decided to experiment a bit further. You tugged again on his hair as you held the knife a little closer to him and his breath caught in his throat, he swallowed hard and you couldn’t help the grin that broke out on your face.

Fuck.

Yep, no doubt about it.

He liked it.

He couldn’t hide it from you. 

You eased off shortly after that and did the appropriate thing. You talked about it. He did like it a lot. And he decided he wanted to try it out being the victim for once. You could tell he was a little nervous, he wasn’t one to typically give up control but he trusted you and he certainly couldn’t ignore how shockingly good it felt when you took that bit of control from him. I mean really who could blame him for being curious. 

A plan was made, a date set and another night where it was going to be just you and him. Having both you and Stu ganging up on him was a tad too much to handle for his first go with this. You agreed and besides you wanted to do this to him on your own. 

It was just so fucking good. 

The fact he was being so open with you, so vulnerable and trusting was amazing on it’s own but seeing him like this was the best part. He had given you a lot of free rein with the planning, you knew him well and would figure out his limits together. You had a safe word and signals and felt confident. You kind of decided to go all in. 

It started as any good roleplay like this should.

With a phone call.

He was waiting for you to come by, little did he know you were already there. Watching him through the window, as you talked to him, the conversation started easily and slowly, claiming to be a wrong number but bored and looking for someone ‘fun’ to talk to. You watched him as he looked around, trying to find where you were before you could strike, it WAS fun watching him go around but managing to keep his tone normal and light, he was a good actor. 

You slipped inside easily. 

See part of the fun was figuring out how you would take him down. You had been on the receiving end many a time and he was so fucking strong and could hold you down no problem. You wanted to genuinely get the drop on him, make it a bit more real. You had led him into the perfect position. Crouching low behind a corner, having a wire pulled taut between the hallway, phone cradled in your shoulder, he was coming, you totally had him.

“Where the fuck are you?!”

He had gotten into the bit, playing along perfectly and you couldn’t help but smile behind your mask. Wouldn’t he like to know?

You held the wire with one hand and knocked on the wall you were leaning on, he obviously heard it, he came down the hallway quicker to follow the sound and you got him. He tripped and you were on him in a second. Sprawled on his back and you were on top of him, seated on his chest, thighs on either side of him, pinning his arms down, one hand gripping the collar of his shirt, tugging him up, you leaned down and the cool plastic mask brushed his cheek as you whispered,

“Gotcha.”

You sat up, and took him in. He looked you over. My God the sight of you in that costume, knife gripped in your fist, it was all too exciting. You loved seeing him under you, he already looked flustered and you hadn’t even done anything…

Yet.

“Now that I have you-”

You dragged the back of the knife over the side of his face slowly, he squirmed under you,

“-what to do with you?”

His gaze broke from the hollow eyes of the mask, face flushed. Looking away and being so quiet, that wouldn’t do. You threaded gloved fingers in his hair and tugged hard. His breath hitched and you felt him shift under you as you spoke, harshly in a similar tone that he would use on you.

“Look at me.”

He hesitated and you tugged again, 

“I said-”

You had that knife coming down and holding it to his throat as you finished your sentence,

“Look. At. Me.”

He did, eyes snapping up to you and that look made you want. His lips parted and the way he was breathing, you were practically dripping. You let go of his hair and you leaned back, the knife still held to his throat, your other hand came behind you and you felt him. He was achingly hard in his jeans and when your hand made contact he fucking whined and arched into the touch and that made you pulse and made your own breath want to stutter. He looked fucking beautiful. 

You wanted so much more of this. 

“Don’t tell me that you are getting off on this.”

You taunted him, doing your best to play the part and he responded to your teasing with a strained groan as you manipulated him through his jeans. It felt good to be in control.

“Look at you. Obviously loving it. What a little slut.”

He actually groaned again when that last word passed your lips and that had you so very pleased. He was already struggling to hold it together, you could tell. His eyes were pleading for more but you couldn’t help but focus on his mouth. You were already terribly worked up yourself and in need of relief and with him laid out in front of you like this, well you’d be a fool not to take advantage. 

You let go of him and he fucking whimpered, head falling back agianst the hardwood, hips arching, calling out for more contact, and dear Lord you wanted to hear him do that again too. You tsk’d and said,

“Greedy thing. This is about me right now-”

You stood up on your knees, pinning his arms to the floor with more force and he winced at the slight pain, one hand running up your leg, gathering the smooth black fabric, starting to pull up the robe of your Ghostface costume,

“-but I’ll tell you what.”

You moved that knife and ran the tip of it over his bottom lip, your head tilting to the side, hiking the material up even higher,

“You be a good victim for me and I’ll make sure you get what you deserve.”

The bottom of your robe gathered in one fist he could now see what you had on underneath. 

Not much.

Thigh high stockings, sheer and smooth, lace tops and held up with a garter belt, barely there panties and his eyes went wider at the sight. 

One important thing you knew about Billy Loomis is he had a terrible weakness for lingerie of any kind so combining that previous well worn love of his with this new and exciting territory you were exploring together was mind blowing. 

“I’m going to let you have use of your arms, don’t try anything funny.”

He nodded shakily, enraptured, practically dying to see what you were going to do next. You moved forward, getting into position, hand holding that knife came down between your thighs, two fingers hooked in the crotch of your panties as you still held the weapon and moved your soaked underwear to the side. 

“You talked real big on the phone earlier. So many threats and awful things you said, and yet here you are now, quiet as a mouse.”

A light laugh from you when he had no response, he looked wrecked and wanting, eyes fixated on your dripping core, you spoke again,

“How about you apologize properly, hmm? Then we can talk about if you are worthy of a reward.”

You lowered yourself down onto his mouth and his hands were immediately on your ass, eyes falling closed with a moan of pure satisfaction at the taste of you. You had your fingers in his hair again, tugging him in closer to your sex, a grind as your other hand came back, tip of that knife dragging leisurely up his chest, he shuddered under you upon feeling the cold metal. 

“Now be a good boy and get to work.”