Slasher x Reader Drabbles & Imagines ||Requests Open||

🔪~What Not to Wear in a Trial~🔪

Frank Morrison |Legion| x Reader

Semi spicy more suggestive.

Every now and then the Entity liked to switch it up. Dawning the survivors in new outfits like a child playing with dolls would. It would always happen when a trial started leaving you disoriented for a second. Usually, you would be able to gather yourself quickly ignoring whatever the Entity had decided to doll you up in until the trial was over. Only then were you allowed to truly look at the garments you were 'gifted' your old ones usually folded at the end of your bed in the cabin you slept in.

This time though when you felt yourself coming to, crows cawing in the background, you paused as you looked down your eyes going wide as your brain short-circuited. There you were standing in the middle of a cornfield in nothing but a skimpy skirt and crop top with thigh highs clinging to your legs. You weren't even allowed shoes it seemed as the cold dirt seeped into the pads of your feet only protected by the sheer fabric encasing your legs. "Shit-" you muttered your arms wrapping around your shivering body the cold was eating you alive as you walked through the field looking for a generator. You just wanted this trial to be over with.

Finally, you had found a abandoned gen hidden between a few walls. Couching down you got to work letting your hands slip into the machine before fiddling with the gears. The bottom of your ass was undoubtedly visible and you once again cursed the entity. A gust of cold wind came by forcing your skirt to flutter upward exposing the panties underneath for a second. Pulling your hands out of the machine you flattened the cloth against you as the machine popped loudly exploding in your face.

A low whistle got your attention as your heartbeat began picking up heavy steps sounding near you. "What a view that was." Frank- was walking near you his face obscured by his mask the bloody smile making your stomach churn with disgust. "Oh yeah? Fuck you!" you spat out your voice loud and your middle fingers raised high. Your stance reminds Frank of a hissing kitten fur on end and claws out. The thought made him chuckle.

His eyes wandered up your legs. Despite the mask, you could tell he was looking down from the way his head had tilted. The skirt was riding up bunching up on your legs much to Frank's joy. Giving him the perfect opportunity to ogle you. "So- you get all pretty for me?" he asked his tone mocking as he took a threatening step closer one which you mirrored by backing up. "You wish asshole." in spite of your position you couldn't help but antagonize the killer in front of you. He laughed smiling behind his mask "Oh trust me- right now I'm wishing for a lot more than a look."

You were sure your face was a deep red as heat flooded your cheeks at the bold statement.

"If it were up to me," he took a step closer "You would be down on the ground naked."

A lump formed in your throat. For once you were at a loss for words.

"Awh what happened." he asked your unusual silence obvious to him "Cat got your tongue?" he jeered rushing forward suddenly. You were caught off guard and yelped as you tripped over your feet in your attempt to run.

You were a tangle of limbs on the ground and Frank laughed as he joined you in the dirt pinning you down beneath him. "Looks like I caught me a little whore." he said one of his hands holding you down as the other gripped your leg right above the thigh highs.

His fingers dug into your flesh as he gave a squeeze practically moaning at the feeling of your skin. "It's been too long," he said his voice low as he talked to himself. Just then it hit you how you had been without a partner since you had come to this realm. Not once had you had the time to take care of yourself due to the trials and lack of privacy around the camp. It had been forever or at least that's how it felt to you and Frank at that moment.

All the pent-up feelings hit you hard the pressure of his hand on your leg becoming more and more present with every second that passed.

Frank's hand glided further up dipping beneath your skirt. "Look at that-" Frank said as he cupped your sex through your panties "you're already soaked." That you were, you admitted to yourself begrudgingly as your whole body felt hot. The small amount of clothes you had on feeling much too warm.

"So are you." you shot back not letting him forget of his own need straining against his pants.

"Well," Frank started his hands moving to under his hood unfastening his mask. The wooden thing landed beside your head and you were met with a pair of stunning eyes boring into yours."What should we do about our little problems here?"

The question was suggestive and it didn't take you long to make up your mind on what you would be doing with your problem. You spread your legs giving him the answer the both of you desired. His eyes landed between your legs. His tongue flicked out of his mouth. Running over his lower lip before once again disappearing while he twitched in his pants.

"Why don't you show me."