Im Sorry That I Choose My Favs With My Pussy And Not My Moral Compass. Wish I Could Be As Boring As The

Im sorry that I choose my favs with my pussy and not my moral compass. Wish I could be as boring as the rest of you

Ghostface/Reader - Haunted House

Word Count: ~2k

Warnings/Description: NSFW, Gender-neutral Reader, Mostly a flimsy excuse for horror smut, Explicit Language, Mirrors, Blood/gore mention, Dub-con, Fearplay, Dirty Talk, Praise Kink, Possessiveness, Yandere, Overstimulation, Penetration (receiving), Name Calling/Degradation, DBD Ghostboi

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The broom hits you in the chest with more force than necessary, and when you take it in hand you rub the sore spot it left behind while glaring quietly at your pissant of a boss.

He shoves a finger against your sternum, uncaring of the wince you let out in response, and huffs, “I better not see your sorry ass until the whole place is swept through twice, or I swear to god you’re fired. This is your very last chance.”

You want to roll your eyes, but you manage to keep yourself in check, “I’m sorry, Mr. Romano, I’m a little sick and I overslept-”

“Last chance,” he interrupts, eyes narrowing as he steps away, running a chubby hand through his thinning red hair, “Make sure you lock the place up before you leave. You can get your check after you return the keys.”

You frown at the back of his head as he retreats through the cornfield leading out to the first half of the attraction and the main staff lounge. You flip him off when he’s far enough, and make a few dumb faces while your at it. What a jerk. 

You sniff and rub your nose on your sleeve. God, you still can’t smell anything and your head is throbbing. You really shouldn’t even be out here. Yeah, you were late by a couple of hours, but it’s not like you wanted to get sick and leave your co-workers high and dry on one of the busiest weekends of the year.

Halloween is just around the corner, and in the scary attractions business, there’s really no better time to make money. And you really need the money.

With a sigh, you turn towards the haunted house and prepare for the worst.

It’s a two story building, and you have no idea how that asshole expects you to sweep it all by yourself on a normal day, let alone on the half-juiced battery you’re running on now, but you count your lucky stars that’s all he asked you to do instead of insisting on something dumber like resetting all the props, or whatever. At least with sweeping you can lie about it. Who’s really gonna know? The place is usually dark, anyway.

As you walk in, you’re immediately spooked by a Ghostface who set themselves up directly in front of the door, nearly blocking you from entering. You immediately assume it’s one of your co-workers trying to get you back for skipping out of them, and scoff quietly to yourself, “Ha-ha, very funny, dude…”

But of course, no one laughs, not even you.

Your co-worker tilts their head to the side, eyeing you casually, but before they can do so much as respond, you breeze past them with another wispy sigh. You don’t have time for stupid games. You just want to disappear in the back for a few hours and go home.

You don’t notice the way the Ghostface stares after you, or how their knife glints a little too brightly for a plastic prop.

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Bonding with the Brando kids (excluding Giorno) feat. your boyfriend, DIO

You honestly didn’t know what to expect when Dio told you that he had kids, much less three of them. He didn’t wish to scare you off, and you certainly understand it: not every person would be open to a relationship with a single father. Despite that, you decide to reassure Brando and tell him you aren’t just going to run away from him. “Of course you aren’t,” he’d tell you smugly, laughing the confession off, but deep down, you know he appreciates it.

Since then, you are captivated with the idea of actually meeting the three. Dio showed you pictures of them that he carries around in his wallet (god forbid someone laughs at him for being overly sentimental, at least he’s being a good father and not the wreck that Dario was), and you already fell in love with the children from the stories he told you. Brando is still reluctant about you meeting them. It would involve a lot of coaxing until he agrees to invite you to his home for the weekend, reminding himself to make sure the boys are on their best behavior in front of you. Wouldn’t want to make a bad first impression.

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