I wanna fuck ghostface so hard that he blacks out or passed out from the sheer feeling of pleasure and pain. ๐ญ๐ญ๐ญ
Hell yeah. Same thoughts. 18+ TOP READER
Ghostfaceโs knees buckled, his legs consistently trembling while his hands scrambled around the mattress for purchase. The cheek of his mask was firmly planted against the sheets, finding himself unable to look back at you without interrupting himself.
โOh God! Oh Godโhnngh, right there!โ
He punched out a moan, relishing in the way your thick cock ruthlessly carves an imprint on his slick-graced walls. His feet were on the ground, his upper half on the bed, and his ass raised to you. Your hands gripped his hips, forcibly prompting him to fuck himself back on your dick in time with your thrusts.
โYeah? Right here?โ You ask, pulling out enough to allow him to feel the threat of you leaving his entrance before you roughly bottom out and hit his sweet spot, earning yourself a high whine. One of your hands reach up, grasping his nape and pushing him down. Making him take it.
Ghostface can barely breathe, weak gasps barely managing to leave his agape mouth. You were fucking him like you hated him, his obscured face uncomfortably digging harder into the soft bedspread.
It hurt. Hurt so good.
Your hips were meeting with his backside with audible smacks, accompanied by a force thatโll surely cause him to become terribly sore. He clenches around your cock with a whimper, heat rushing to his gut, a climax rapidly approaching him.
It was dizzying. It was electrifying, and he was so horny. The killer groans out, long and broken, his mind momentarily numbing. Heโs so close, his wet dick beginning to throb, and he can feel himself rightโ
Ghostface suddenly becomes limp, his hips subconsciously bucking forward as his pretty slit spits out his messy release.
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Halloween was just a few nights away, houses from around the block embellished with lights, spiderwebs, skeletons and other horror themed decor. The afternoons chill enough to wear a sweater to keep the cold from seeping into your bones. Having made plans to watch movies and staying in to lounge on the couch with snacks and drinks. It was perfect for the most part.
The weight on your lap was grounding as opposed to the exquisite pressure around your cock. Fluttering and clenching at every opportunity he took under the pretense of getting comfortable. Billy knew it was driving you crazyโ distracting you from actually paying attention to whatever horror flick that was playing.
It was hard to think of anything other than his cunt enveloping you in it's dizzying heat.
There was a sticky mess where the two of you are connected, his fluids and yours mixed together in a filthy concoction. He must've planned to keep you waiting with the way he's been warming you up for the past hour or so, well that was after he had you fill the rubber he slid on you.
He didn't take long in rolling his hips languidly until you had no other choice but to firmly grip his hips. That didn't stop him though, just made him look over his shoulder with a coy grin. "What? You look like you've got something to say." He was egging you on with a taste before bouncing on your lap.
Letting you watch how your cock disappears into his clutching heat over and over again, the obscene squelch paired with breathy sighs and moans. Surely he must be tired by nowโ thighs trembling with a certain ache as he lifts and drops down his hips repeatedly.
But you know him well enough by now. When he's in a certain mood he can and will go on until you're spent. Pushing you past your limits and draining you dry of all you've got. He just loves seeing you so lost in pleasure and to be the cause of it? That just does it for him.
Slowing down whenever you got too close and keeping you on the cusp of it all. He'd slip you out, tease you for being so sensitive as his hand reaches down to jerk you off. Relishing in the way you try so hard to hide how desperate you are, especially when he rubs his pussy against you just to feel you throb and twitch.
"Let's see just how long you last without this." Billy pulls off the condom and sink down once again, his back arching beautifully as he takes you to the root. "This is a whole lot better, isn't it?" He starts moving before you have the chance to tell him this isn't a good idea. "Fuckโ" it's different. He can feel every thick inch more, making him squeeze down harder on your cock.
He was taking all the pleasure he could get, using you like his own personal toy to get off and make a mess of. It was blissful and addictive. Your hands gripping his hips tighter when you had enough of letting him dictate what goes. The fact that he took off the condom slips your mind as you bounce him up and down on your lap. Giving him what he wanted from the start.
He started babbling soon after gushing around your cock as you fucked him through his orgasm. Nails digging into whatever they can reach and his head lulling back against your shoulder. "Just like that. More. Yes." Words slurred together and hardly coherent between a litany of moans and gasps.
You weren't far behind. Vision hazy and mind clouded with single-minded purpose until you spilled your spend into him. His walls fluttering and spasming as you rode out the high with shallow thrusts. He, just like you, were left to catch your breaths as it lessened. Cum leaking from around your softening length with a frothy ring of white at the base. It was an utter mess that would be tedious to clean later.
At least now you'll be able to watch the last few minutes of the movie while Billy finally dozes off for the night.
Tocka-irbis ยฉ 2026 โPlease -do not steal, translate, modify, repost on other platforms.
can we get some more of ghostface x top!male reader pleaseeeeeee ๐ฅบ๐๐
โFuck, come on, put it in already!โ
Ghostface whines in pure frustration, the little slit of his cock uselessly weeping, desperate for your attention. His gloved hands clench around the sheets underneath his tensed body, his head thrown back against the pillow as he gasps out.
You had two slick fingers rubbing against his walls, the digits gradually pumping in and out and effectively loosening his tight hole. โYouโre going to bleed out if I do,โ you warn, ignoring his sobbing protests as the pad of your index finger brush against a sensitive spot within him. Ghostfaceโs lean back arches off the bed, which has your free hand moving to weigh on his stomach to ensure he held still.
โDonโt be such aโmngh, oh Godโstupid pussy. Fuck your cock into me, I know you want it,โ Ghostface babbles mindlessly, his hips straining as they roll forward, trying to take your fingers in deeper.
To his disappointment and eventual anger, you pull them out and leave his wet hole pathetically gaping from the abrupt emptiness. Before his complaints burst from his chest, however, you align the head of your cock to his entrance and gently push it inside.
Ghostfaceโs thighs twitch, his legs automatically spreading wider as he squeezes around your tip. Though, to his surprise, thatโs all he receives from you. His breathing grew ragged, puffs of air hitting his mask and causing the material to cling to his nose.
โWhat are youโ?โ
โJust the tip tonight,โ You quickly hush, your palm soothing the tense muscles of his abdomen.
In complaint, he grumbled incoherently, beginning to slightly squirm in his place. This was basically the equivalent of you killing him. He wanted to feel your dumb, insufferable big dick inside of his tight, drooling hole; yet, you seemed to have no plans on giving what he wants. He whimpers shakily while he tilts his head to stare down at you, watching how you start to stroke yourself with only your leaky cockhead inside of him.
Itโll have to do. For now. Ghostface can only let out faint, pretty moans as he waits for you to cum inside of him.
IN WHICH THERE is only one way to live: take his virginity.
content: 18+ DDDNE: DUBCON, male!ghostface, top male reader, canon timeline, mentions of heterosexuality (?), death threats, physical violence: ghostface injures reader, freeze response, coercion, virginity loss (ghostfaceโs first time), unprotected sex, creampie
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โWhatโs your favorite scary movie?โ
You pause momentarily. Titles which have no peculiar prestige in elements echo through your mind, and the back of your throat vibrates loudly with your humming. โI donโt know.โ
โYou have to have a favorite,โ Ghostface answers in time, his palm soothing over his hardening cock hidden beneath thin layers. It was naught but of deviance, sick, and worthy to be indicted of indirect defilement, โWhat comes to mind?โ
Clicking your tongue against the roof of your mouth, you settle on one and mutter it out. You return the question, โWhatโs yours?โ
โGuess.โ
โHm,โ in the forsaken trenches residing within your brain, you are able to vacuously sense an anomalous presence stalking you in every corner. Though, you decide on not to dignify it, considering your brain may be simply playing tricks on you. โA Nightmare on Elm Street.โ
โIs that the one with the guy who had knives for fingers?โ
โYeah, Freddy Krueger.โ
In spite of the known fact that it was inherently basic knowledge that anyone could possess with disregard to tolerance of such movies, Ghostface almost groans out in pleasure, digging his palm against himself firmer. You had no idea how proud he was.
โFreddy!โ He cheered breathlessly, his gaze seemingly fixated on the bulge that resided on the front of your pants, inevitably causing his own cock to throb and his hole to clamp around nothing with want, โThatโs right. I like that movie. It was scary.โ
Buzzing resonates slowly from your throat, born out of you humphing thoughtfully in agreement. โOnly the first one.โ
There was thrill in this conversation, in spite of the certitude that this person was no woman.
โSo... you got a girlfriend?โ Ghostface interrogated through a ragged breath, the puff hitching at the end as he patted his growing bulge lightly as though to reign in his aggravated nerves. Haunting murmurs of jealousy brewed inside of the storm that was currently ravaging his brain at his own question.
It shouldnโt bear any significance. Heโll kill your lover if you have one.
With great and exceeding self-restraint, you hinder yourself from laughing out loud in surprise. The corners of your lips threaten to curve upwards, โWhy? You into me?โ
Perverted, outrageous excitement courses through the killerโs body as he steels his knees against the dirt to halt himself from humping his palm. He needed you to be with himโeven better, have you inside of him for as long as he needs. โMaybe. Do you have a girlfriend?โ
โNo,โ you answer honestly.
โYou never told me your name.โ He stated, despite already owning the knowledge of your identity.
Itโs only a few more minutes until heโll get to the love of his life; until heโs granted the luxury of being freely able to caress you, to trap you to his body with his arms, to make you carve your initials into his flesh with that soon-to-be familiar weapon of his, and so many other endless possibilities.
โWhy do you wanna know my name?โ
โBecause I wanna know who Iโm looking at.โ
Oh, fuck.
Warranted fear seizes your heart, your body abnormally stilling for a moment as your breathing halts. Driven by shock, you steer your gaze towards any and every window that may allow anyone to peer into your home. To your dreadfully cursed luck, darkness completely embraced the outside.
โWhat?โ
โI wanna know who Iโm talking to.โ The anonymous voice residing on the other line confirmed.
โThatโs not what you said.โ You mutter, departing from the counter behind you to seek for a weapon.
โWhatโd you think I said?โ He rises from his knelt spot, pacing towards an unfortunate entrance of your home. With the aid of his current location, he still has the ability to watch as you fumble with a knife in your trembling possession, your shoulders stiff with alertness. God, youโre beautiful.
โWhat? Hello?โ He prompted, a hint of impatience seeping into his tone.
โI gotta go.โ
โWait, I want to go out with you.โ
โNo, I donโtโโ
โDonโt hang up on me.โ Ghostface demanded, a precipitous dawn of anger crossing his heart when you still doggedly ended the line.
You needed to set the phone down somewhere or at least dial the police. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Youโre not alone.
Youโre not alone.
The unceremonious deathly rattling of the communicator startled you, your knife almost brutally descending from your grasp. You draw a tattered inhale, sweat naturally developing on your forehead as you reluctantly answer.
โYes?โ
โI told you not to hang up on me.โ You didnโt know it consciously, but Ghostface was getting closer and closer.
โWhat do you want?โ You force out, your fingers tightening around the handle.
โTo talk.โ
โGo dial someone else. Listenโโ
โNo, you listen you little bitch. You hang up on me again, and Iโll gut you like a fish. Understand?โ Ghostfaceโs voice rose in temper, aggressiveness clutching the edges of the menacing syllables that probed their way out of his mouth. He chuckled upon noticing your shaken silence, โYeah...โ
โIs this a joke?โ You ask, frantic. Like a man in dire needโperhaps, you wereโyou comically rush around your house to guarantee that every lock was activated.
โMore of a game, really. Can you handle that, baby?โ
If the situation did not concern your life status, your heart wouldโve pleasantly fluttered.
Eventually, you arrive to a halt at a corner in the hallway. You glance towards the windows in your kitchen, attempting to gauge any sign that could denounce where he was lurking.
โCan you see me?โ
โYou know Iโm going to call the police.โ You warningly interrupted, the life-stealing metal that you delicately cradled was taunting you that you wouldnโt be able to strike the criminal. You were certain of it.
โTheyโll never make it in time. Weโre out in the middle of nowhere.โ He painstakingly emphasized the last word, to which your abdomen churns with regret.
โWhat do you want?โ
โTo see what your pretty insides look like. But if you agree to play a game, Iโll let you live.โ
A game? Is that what all this was?
Your capacity to laugh was dutifully robbed from you.
โHereโs how we play. I ask a question, and if you get it right, you live.โ Ghostface beamed, soundlessly climbing through the window you well-conveniently failed to inspect.
โCome on, itโll be fun. Itโs an easy category: movie trivia.โ
An instinct you did not know existed was nagging you.
Heโs here.
โLet me give you a warm-up question. Name the killer in Halloween. You can do this.โ
โMichael Myers.โ You blurt out without thinking, a sharp exhale passing through your nose as you steeled yourself to not allow a hint of vulnerability to be brought into your voice.
โYes! Very good. Now for the real question.โ
โNoโโ
โBut youโre doing so well. We canโt stop now.โ Ghostface encouraged, his footsteps deliberately light against the floor.
โSame category. Name the killer in Friday the Thirteenth.โ
โJason!โ You almost yell, both of your hands tirelessly seizing the communicator as if it was your dim lifeline, accompanied by the knife you canโt let go of in fear that he will come to terrorize you any moment.
โIโm sorry, but thatโs the wrong answer!โ
What?
No.
Please no.
โNo, itโs not. It was Jason.โ You outwardly panic, the beat of your steady heart amplifying. Adrenaline crashes into you like a bullet, practically rendering you free from all movements.
โAfraid not. No way. You shouldโve known that Jasonโs mother was the original killer.โ Ghostface lightly scolded, the head of his cock babbling out small bursts of pre-cum in response to your perceptible horror.
โLucky for you, thereโs a bonus question. What door am I at? Go on, itโs your call.โ
Heโs here.
Before youโre able to respond in any form, a hasty crash of intricate glass scattering across the ground resounded through the halls. You tense automatically, your shoulders wincing when you see a glimpse of black cloth in one of your doorways. Involuntarily, you lose your grip on the phone and abandon it once it hits the floor with a dull echo. You donโt have the time to spare, so you dash up the stairs.
Thereโs only about four or five steps left until you reach the top of the staircase when ominous and foreign fingers curl around your ankle, yanking you back down.
โFuckโโ you grunt, twisting around and kicking against the grasp with the lack of precaution.
To great luck, your foot collides with the chest of a figure decked out in long, black, lurex robe with tattered edges at the bottom. It was graced with a metallic-like sheen, the fabric catching in the low lighting. Then, you glance to see the intruderโs face, only to be confronted by an eerie white mask that sustains a permanent and exaggerated horrendous expression thatโs guaranteed to be engraved into your memory.
You hear him yelp from the force, followed by the sight of him stumbling. One of his dark boots skidded against the edge of the tread of the step, and it eventually resulted in his fall.
Seizing this opportunity, you steadilyโif you can even call it that with how you almost trip over yourself several timesโrun up to the second floor.
The stranger rapidly shook his head, regaining his consciousness in spite of the near-television static consuming the foremost area of his racked brain. He shoves himself upward a tad too quickly for it to be good for him, and he trails after you like a man on a vengeance-fed rampage.
Youโre able to take only a couple of steps inside of your bedroom before Ghostface tackles you on the ground, one hand of his weighing down on your chest while the other holds his knifeโyour own clattering someplace elseโto your vulnerable throat. He straddled your lap, the sides of his knees digging against the outer areas of your thighs. The scent of death awakened; the infamous weapon was now a hairโs breadth away from prickling your skin.
You donโt think you can breathe.
Your knee nudges up, attempting to buck him off of you, to no avail. He assertively settles his weight down on top of you, angling the flat of the metal to your jaw with the sharpened part just barely managing to graze your chin. Your breathing locks in your throat, and you stiffen up to prevent erroneously giving yourself a fresh cut.
โYou lose.โ
It was nothing short of an exuberant declaration of your defeat. You didnโt need a view of his face to be aware that he was grinning unabashedly.
โThere we go, stop struggling. If you wanna live, you have to listen to me.โ
At that, you are overcome with the need to retain your life, and you reluctantly exorcise all means of vigor your body previously contained. You lay there, demeaningly underneath him, with the active withholding of delivering a brute hit to his obscured face. Your hands ball into tight fists and the intruder immediately takes notice. But it didnโt matter much to him. He knows youโve given in.
A giggle, a demoralizing sound that is seemingly altered by what you guess is a voice modulator of some sorts, reverberates from his chest and up through the elongated, wide-open mouth that abominably expands the jaw. The eyes of the mask were hollow and dark; yet, nevertheless, they were piercing your form enough to make you slightly squirm.
Ghostfaceโs reaction is immaculately swift. He clenches his thighs around yours to force you to still, and thatโs when you feel it.
Oh.
Oh.
He was hard.
His cock pressed against your thigh, the sensation remarkably solid and warm through the decently wispy material of his costume. He sees your gaze darting towards his groin, and he doesnโt know how to outwardly react, but he knows youโre staring. The hand thatโs on your chest reaches up to take hold of your chin, tilting your head towards his own and away from the neglected ache in between his legs. Glovesโblack gloves that are terrifyingly smooth against your skin conceal his hands, you silently note. He lifts the knife away from your body, but he did not discard it next to your forgotten knife. He was granting you some respite.
โI think you know what I want now.โ Ghostface pinpointed, experimentally jutting his hips forwards and backwards once. It was uncoordinated, providing minimum pleasure for him but none at all for you. The realization that your hands were still unbounded has you hooking your hands on his waist, to which he let out a hoarse moan in delight.
โWhat the fuck are you talking about?โ
Hearing your question gifts him the audacity to groan in exasperation. He twirls the weapon around in his hand, idly swinging it with no true objective. โDonโt be stupid. What do you think Iโm talking about?โ
Before the urge completely registers in your brain, your right hand deviates from his side and flings upwards to connect with his jaw. He jolts, faltering on top of you as his palm gripping the weapon falls onto the floor to maintain his balance. It was an opening, and once more, you attempt to turn your positions around but heโs suddenly locking his legs around you. He slaps you hard across the face, averting you from retaliating in time, and uses his index finger, middle finger, and thumb to slightly compress your cheeks together.
Without a warning, he slashes a line with the steel blade over your cheek. You gasp, the dart of pain firing through the entirety of your face along with the stinging hit given to you just moments prior. The cut was relevantly shallow, light, and not at all intended to scar, but it still mildly hurts you. Beads of blood begin to dot along the cut and slide down your cheek. The scent was distinctly metallic, hitting you in the nose in a way that makes you want to hurl.
โDo that again, and Iโll fucking kill you! Now, stay still and keep that pretty mouth shut.โ Ghostface reprimands as he repositions himself, the volatile duality of his behavior startling you into obeying his whims. You deliberately allow your hand to slip off of him, and he doesnโt seem to take any offense. Again, he rolls his clothed hard cock against your still-soft groin, albeit a tad too gentle for either of your liking.
โFuckโฆ you feel good. Real good,โ He praises under his breath, slowly grinding against you. Using his thumb, he swipes the trickle of blood up, cautious as to not inadvertently brush the wound. He raises that hand and tucks it underneath his mask, grunting in appreciation as his tongueโnot that you can see it, but itโs a predictionโflicks out to lick the vital fluid that belongs to you, and he mumbles, โTaste good too.โ
In that moment, you were suspended in an unyielding trance, unable to respond or move from mere shock. What the hell was going on?
Ghostface sighs, long and drawn-out and agitated. For apparently good measure and to liberate you from your ephemeral hypnosis, he strikes your cheek a second time. It was delivered with a lower level of physical power but a higher level of intention to snap you out of whatever train of thoughts are booming through your head. It works as expected, your head briefly jerking to the side then back to him.
โI want you to fuck me,โ he abruptly blurts out.
You sputter, heat skulking to your bloodied face and you half-expect to be hit again for the never-ending length of your stupidity, โWhat?โ
โIf you wanna live tonight, baby, youโre gonna fuck me. Sounds good?โ Ghostface rephrases for your sake, tilting his head off to the side as if he was scrutinizing you.
โWhy do Iโโ
KRNKKKK!
He stabs the knife into the floor right beside your head, the weapon scraping as it splinters the floor slightly. You flinch, instinctively trying to firmly separate yourself and the killing tool, and he considers that as a cue to intensely ground his groin against yours to hoist your attention to him and him only.
โDo you wanna live or not?โ
โIโโ
Your nth mistake.
Youโre too slow in telling him what he desperately needs to hear. Driven by furiosity, he smacks your injured cheek, hard, your blood splattering all over his now crimson-stained gloveโone that heโs neither throwing away nor throwing into the washerโand you loudly grunt out a pained curse.
He coils that same hand around your exposed neck. Not to strangle you. At the very least, not yet.
With his unoccupied hand, he reaches down to loosen the strings sticking out of your waistband. You want to argue, you should argue, but you realize that youโll only grant an audience with your end if you dare voice out your disapproval.
โTake me to your bed.โ Ghostface demanded, his fingers ghosting over your cock prior to grasping his knife once more. You were growing hard under his attention, inevitably. Your hands curl around his powerful thighs, the flesh flexing with anticipation as you sit up. Whether or not you were able to withstand such weight underneath your palms, it didnโt matter. You are obligated to hoist him.
He dutifully slings his arms around your neck, his legs wrapping around your waist to support himself upright. You carry him to your bed (just as he had ordered like you were some sort of rabid animal to be tamed) and drop him onto the mattress. The furniture creaks as Ghostfaceโs back connects with it, bowing a little in protest to an unwanted stranger. He kicks his knees up, pushing himself backwards for his boots to dig onto the sheets.
His hands reach down to take the bottom of his costume and yank it upwards, the material pooling around his middle as his lower half is exposed to your supposed-to-be uninterested gaze. His arousal prominently strained against his boxers, a damp spot residing where the head of his cock was. You had expected an unsightly creature to unveil themselves to you. Alas, his skin, of what you were permitted to view, was normal. Human. Soft, even.
He allows his weapon to fall next to him, deliberately within his reach in case he finds use for it.
โWell?โ He prompts, hooking his thumbs beneath the band of his boxers and pulling them down until they are all the way around his ankles. He languidly hangs it around one of them, before booting it off of him. His palms smooth under his knees, lifting his legs up to exhibit his rim for you.
Shit.
There was slickness glossed over and inside Ghostfaceโs hole, which was seemingly stretched out. Putting it to a test, and you werenโt even aware that you found yourself allured by the sight that you shouldโve felt repulsed towards, you rub the pad of your index finger around his entrance to gather bits of the lube and push it into him. No resistance, if you ignore how he squeezes down onto your digit with a strangled moan.
โYes, fuck,โ he gasped out through a distorted rasp of his voice changer, his walls tense and amazingly more welcoming than any other used cunt. โW-Worked myself open just for you and your cock. Mmn, you donโt know how long Iโve been waiting for this.โ
Waiting? Heโs been waiting?
You feel absolutely sick. For weeks, possibly for months, he has been stalking you without end.
And youโre the one who has to pay the price for his attention.
October 31st, 2:01 A.M.
Soon enough, your hips are snug against the backs of his thighs while your wet cock traitorously throbs inside of him.
Ghostface forced you into his untouched body without any remorse; his being born from sin ushering you to where you are now. You hold the advantage over him, with him being in a more vulnerable position, but you are physically and mentally departed from every means of control. He threw his legs over your shoulders, straining himself for the reward of pleasure that heโs selfishly making you give him. He beckons you to lean over him, and you follow.
โThatโs a good boy.โ He praises, his head tipping back against the sheets.
The sensation by itself is strange. You pilot your hips backwards until half of your girth is being clung onto by his too-tight rim, before you snap into him once more. That wrecks out an appreciative moan from him, his thighs twitching against your upper half. Your length glistens with the lube he had graciously fingered into himself earlier, causing the strokes to be much smoother.
The head of your cock manages to rub against his prostate, his reaction immediate. โFuuucโah!โ Ghostface babbles, the small of his back arching off of the bed as his hole canโt help but clench down tight around you. Granted, it has you buck into him, the veins that run across your length brushing against sweet spots that have his boots digging against your back.
Youโre compelled to leisurely roll your hips, your dick slipping further inside of his spasming hole. You grind into him, ensuring that just the right amount of attention is driven into the certain bundle of nerves that has his pretty hole trembling around you. He whimpers, tears welling up in his eyes because, fuck, youโre too handsome and your cock is too thick for his brain to comprehend. The crease thatโs formed in between your eyebrows due to them knitting together makes him want to rip off his mask and kiss you.
But thatโll wait for another time.
Once he loosens around you, becoming docile underneath the presence of your body, you resume to your previous pace. The unattended cut across your cheek stings as your teeth grit together, a drying stream of crimson trudging down to your jaw. He whines, his hand lifting to wipe that trail off of you and rocks forward to meet your thrust. โBest fโhnghโ f-fucking cock Iโm ever going to have,โ Ghostface mumbles under a tight breath, his own length pulsing with the need of release against his flexing abdomen.
โYouโre sick,โ you grunt, pausing your movements to grab the base of your length and pull out. His lips part to retort, but you slide back into him with an abrupt slam.
โIโfuck!โ He curses, a noise torn in between a pathetic moan and a scream. Ghostface laughs, his chest rumbling upwards as he uncontrollably contracts around you, โWe are both sick. Youโre gonna cum inside of me sooner or later, and you wonโt be telling a goddamn soul about what happened between us, โless you wannaโโ
You repeat the previous motion; your leaky tip slamming against his sensitive spot harder than before.
โโhnnnghโ! Shitโโ Ghostface gasps, interrupting himself as his legs slide off of your shoulders as they helplessly spread apart. He looked almost pretty like that, his cute rim squeezing onto every inch of your throbbing cock to coax out your own release. Your skin and hand was wet with him, the lubricant combined with your pre-cum was gushing out of his entrance and conveniently slicking you up.
He felt so utterly full.
Killing you will be a damn waste, and he couldnโt possibly get rid of his Sweetheart now.
His hands rush downwards, his fingers gathering the gentle sheets for leverage. He struggles, squirms, when he senses a rapid euphorical coil bundling within his lower abdomen. He whimpers, the vocal modulator barely managing to modify the noise.
โSโthis okay?โ You pant out the words sarcastically next to his ear, slowing your thrusts into harsher yet deeper ones. Ones that shove his body further up your bed and nearly bang the top of his head against the wall.
โYโYes!โ He cried out, his voice gravelly and hoarse and raw. Squelching sounds came from the apex between his legs, from where your body was intertwining with his, and he zones into that sensation of you filling him up over and over and over again until his thighs flail and lock around your waist.
Suddenly, his body jerks once, before cum dribbles from his slit. He shudders all over, trembling breathlessly as he rides out his first high by rolling his hips just in time for the head of your cock to breach him. He clamps down there, purposely, to trigger your climax โ just as he wanted.
Itโs wet and warm. Ghostface can feel your cock twitching against his walls, and he has to physically prevent himself from forcing you to fuck into him again. He unwraps his legs, exhaustedly slumping against the bed. You pull out of him, rather too quickly to go on unnoticed, and practically collapse next to him.
He feels boneless, with your cum trickling out of his stretched hole.
You mightโve just successfully saved your life and a few others.
pairing: ghostface x reader content: bottom ghostf, top male reader, unspecified m!character, held at knifepoint genre: smut | series masterlist
โFuckingโ!โ Ghostface sucks in a gasp, the metallic blade gleaming under the narrowed light over your forms. โWith something as big as this,โ On quivering knees and one gloved hand planted on your abdomen, he lifts. โyโsure know how tโto, oh fuck meโโ He drops himself down, his walls clinging to the base of your dick. โโhide it. Bet you like how a killer feels, donโt you? Yeah, you do.โ
You huff, your skin adorned with a thick sheen of sweat. Pleasure rolls down the length of your spine, the muscles of your thighs trembling with the effort to not buck up into his warming heat. He leans down, grinding his hips forward as he holds up the pointed end of the knife to the center of your throat. โYou like your victim.โ You deflect, and he clenches around you to punch out a sharp intake of breath from you. He isnโt doing greatly himself, the bursts of a peeking orgasm building in the pit of his belly setting his mind to a blur.
Thereโs an itch heโs unable to scratchโone that the head of your cock can only graze and prod. But it isnโt enough. Youโre not touching him, disregarding the fact that he was the one who commanded you not to. He needed your hands on him, on his leaky, aching dick, and on his neck, even. โHaah, fuuuuuck, shut it.โ He pants, his tip throbbing with slickness. The weapon is dangerously close to your sensitive skin, ready to delve into your sickly blood and drown within it.
And you knew heโd take horrifying amusement in seeing you wounded. Wounded with a brand-like marking, giving you a reminder that youโre his. Ghostfaceโs man, whether you want the title or not. Youโll be haunted with the glimpse of his dark, tainted robe and that long-lasting expression of screaming.
โThatโs right...โ he mumbles under his breath, burying his obscured face to the crook of your neck and shoulder. He doesnโt realize heโs already speaking his fantasies, his need for you. He rides you harder, his walls spasming as heโs hit by a familiar warning of a climax approaching. โYouโre mine, oohhh shit, this sโall mine.โ
Your mind is swimming, your hands balled into fists. Your cock pulses inside of him, a numbing tightness coiling in your gut. His speech is hushed, meant to keep it to himself, but your ears manage to pick up on the soft syllables. You canโt deny it, not with your mouth running dry, and certainly not with your cock nestled to the hilt. He feels you jab at his sweet spot, sending the bundle of nerves aflame. Ghostface whines, eyes squeezing shut while his pace stutters.
His brain runs static. His body shudders, legs quaking almost violently. It lasts relatively long, his subconscious setting the knife beside your head to avoid accidentally cutting your jaw. Ghostface wanted you. He needed you; and when you paint his hole white, he begins to think about how badly he needs you to feel the same way.
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PAIRING: Ghostface x Reader Reader and Ghostface are men. KINKTOBER CW: SMUT, filming, #1 warnings: ghostface and his casual degradation, blood mention, blowjob (receiving), humiliation kink, teeth-kiss to your d., mild praise
โLook at the camera, baby. Look. At. The. Camera.โ
Ghostface huffed in response, his arms obediently staying behind his back. He angles his head in a way that portrays he was staring into the lens, and you catch a glimpse of his chin just below his eternally screaming mask. With the instrument in the palm of your hand, you had evidence of his haunting arrival.
Actual blackmail against the cold-hearted, driven-by-bloodlust killer.
But you think you wonโt use it any time soon. Not that itโs currently necessary.
You could barely fathom the whole ordeal, down to the tiniest detail. It was unbelievable. Ghostface was on his knees, his lips curving into a pout as his snark dies on the very tip of his petulant tongue. Additionally, his mouth was inches away from. . .your cock. Fucking hell, have you gone batshit?
Receiving a nasty, sloppy blowjob from him out of everyone you couldโve chosen past midnight wasnโt exactly ideal. Mostly due to how blood spatter clung to his wear, and who knows if itโs his or someone elseโsโ
The flat of his tongue drags a looong stripe along your weeping tip. โAt least pay attention to me. Is my mouth not enough for a filthy thing like you?โ Heโs speaking as though youโre bringing him physical harm, but you figure thatโs the way he is.
Wrenching your hand into the fabric surrounding the back of his head, you yank him forward until his lips were stretched around the top of your cock. โShut up,โ you command lowly, letting out a shaky gasp as he swallows you in repeatedly in an attempt not to gag, โLook good for me. Cโmon.โ
Thatโs the resemblance of a warning you give him, not even close, before the recording begins. Ghostface swears his heart unlocks an unknown door and flees his mortal body at the familiar click, a feeling heโs unable to identify crawling up his chest and sinks into his cheeks. Almost suffocating him with the feeling and by all means, heโs so fucking turned on.
Itโs embarrassing. He couldnโt be caught like this. You wonโt seriously have that file uploaded. Right?
He redirects his attention towards breathing properly. Then, he runs his tongue up and down a vein, easing himself into the taste of you. The scent of you.
Shit, what is he doing? He barely knows youโa surprising first occurrenceโand yet...
Ghostface squeezes his thighs shut, trying to chase after some relief. Drool piles in his mouth, acting as a lubricant for him to take in more of your pulsing dick. He groans, sending vibrations that makes you accidentally stop the recording. It had went on for two minutesโthatโs something.
You click on for the flash, letting it spring upwards in place, then you take a picture. Heโs startled by the light, and you suddenly feel his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh. You have half a mind to jerk, but you definitely donโt need him biting you.
Instead, you simply put on the record mode again. It certainly doesnโt take long for you to feel him slowly sucking you as an apology, his own cock throbbing in his pants when you donโt react to the pain. He probably appeared as some useless slut to you, something that he isnโt. The thought alone has a whine creep into his throat, but heโs not going to let you hear that.
You bring the camera closer to his masked face, capturing the way his saliva coats your length. โThere we go,โ you sigh, watching him sink more of you into his pretty little mouth, โThatโs a good boy, Ghost. Mnn, hhfuck, thatโs a good boy.โ
The sound of your voice. . .he wonders how youโll feel inside of hโoh, heโs hooked.
syno. โห๊ฉ.แ โโ IN WHICH HALLOWEEN is in a few hours, the day that gathers mischievous children and adults alike. Theyโre all stupidly uncaring of the terrors that await them outside. Maybe itโs a good thing you werenโt invited to the equally stupid party; the bitterness is slipping from your mindโuntil the phone rings.
content: male!ghostface, male reader, stalking, he touches himself over his clothes, use of he and they pronouns for ghostface, 800+ words, canon timeline genre: dark | v.ao3 | next
October 30th, 11:42 P.M.
Viridescent chlorophyll pigmented leaves rustle aimlessly from the zephyr, manifesting solace amidst the looming witching hour. The perpetual snicking of the timepiece compensated for the lack of engaging noise of your residence, one that is adjudged to be prone to jeopardy. You presumed youโd be drinking away your misfortunes along with your โfriendsโ by now, fulfilling the engraved void of your body with a sense of halcyon.
Alas, you neither inherited the glory of bosom friends nor a staunch invitation. Youโre compelled to isolation, idly switching from channel to channel on the television. Majority of programs transmitted great terrors and deaths occurring around your town, doubtlessly emitting dread from your neighbors. One snatches your surveillance in particular, the news anchor no other than Gale Weathers.
โWoodsboro, California was devastated last night when two young teenagers were found brutally murdered. Authorities have yet to issue a statement but our sources tell usโโ
Your telephone begins to ring.
Short-sightedly, a twinge of assumption that your friends are calling to address their regret engulfs you in a disposition of sprint. You hasten to answer, stumbling over items scattered across the ground. With palpitating hands, you manage to grab the cordless communicator.
โHello?โ
A saccharine yet mechanical voice lacerated the echoes of silence. โHello?โ
You detect a billow of unfamiliarity, the silk-smooth tone unregistered. You lay your weight against the counter behind you, planting your free hand on the top. โWhoโs this?โ You interrogate without close scrutiny, tasting displeasure on your tongue from the thought of the other one on the line being a childish prankster.
โWhat number is this?โ The stranger questions in return, downright shrugging off yours. Thereโs a subtle ascent in timbre, as though they were exhilarated by the odd conversation. Sounding virtually like they were arranging a scheme with you as the heart-rending target. However, you knew better than to generate bland speculations, didnโt you?
This did not mean you possessed the generosity of extending your patience for a mere individual whom youโll most-likely never meet. Your brows crease, lips twisting downwards into a sullen frown. Glancing towards the clock, it currently read 12:26. Youโve already misused your valuable time. Great, your weekโs ending with several scowls. With an aggravated sigh, you decide on a conclusion which is probably the smartest oneโor rather the stupidest, but you donโt know that just yetโyouโve made for the past few days. โYou have the wrong number.โ
You return the handset to the device. Youโre able to take only a couple of steps before it rings again.
This day is truly testing your patience. You snatch it, still having the decency to attempt upholding the tender exterior. โHello?โ You repeat, your jaw twitching with intelligible strain.
โIโm sorry. I guess I dialed the wrong number.โ
You scoff lightly, not daring to feign anything else besides mild amusement. Frustration began to simmer beneath your skin, fluttering a stream through your veins. โWhyโd you dial it again, then?โ
โTo apologize.โ
That one promptly eased the seethe waiting to plunge straight out of your chest. At least this person sustained a quarter of a functioning brain, unlike those youโre unfortunately acquainted with. โYouโre forgivโโ You begin, subconsciously lowering the object once more, but they abruptly interject while theyโre still within earshot. โWait, wait. Donโt hang up.โ The words were exhaled through a tight breath. They were shamelessly pleading.
โWhy?โ
โI wanna talk to you for a second.โ
You husk out a laugh, dropping your head as your shoulders tremble upwards. Oh good deity above, youโre awfully oblivious to how attractive your appearance is. Ghostface squeezes his thighs shut together, rocking forward to soothe the irritating ache. Heโs ridiculously camouflaging behind an ancestral, greening tree. His eyes steadfastly rake over the valleys and dips of your body, your clothes endowed with the ampleness of tease to let his imagination maunder. Finally, he hears your sweet, sweet melody.
โYouโve got a hundred of numbers for that.โ
So heโs been well-informed. โOh, I know,โ His gloved palm mindlessly cascade down to his groin, gently rutting to pursue the chase for friction heโs been pining for all these dull, prolong hours. โBut I want you.โ
Theyโre flirting with you. Out of every-color-draining people. Itโs surreal; the sensation of heat skulking to your face, the pinkish, vibrant hue dusting your cheeks, and the bare bite of adrenaline caused interest to emerge and sweep you right off your rationality. โRight...โ you find it skeptical, rightfully so, and yet youโre incapacitated of hanging up this time. โUh, Iโm going to watch a video.โ Your nose scrunches from how you spoke the sentence, and in return he hums a low, distorted tune.
โReally? What?โ You really werenโt.
โA... just some scary movie.โ
โDo you like scary movies?โ It must be sleep-deprivation but you cross your soul he sounds sinister. Uncanny and phantom-like but concomitantly mortal.