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.
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Do you ever plan on writing for Thomas Hewitt? :33
If anyone asks for it then probably, Iโve seen both movies and I think Thomas Hewitt would be fun to write for, I canโt say however that I would get his character 100% down to the nail though๐ But other then that I would be so down to write for him!!
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.