👻 ghostface scaramouche. — what is your favorite horror movie?
notes: knife play. dry humping. power dynamics. short drabble. surprisingly consensual (u are right where you want to be). gn!reader. subtle mentions of murder if you squint. scara is not nice but you caught him in a good mood. more suggestive if anything.
he has the voice for it: snarky & raspy. he will leave you on edge but you can’t help except continue listening. you know he is bad news. and yet you allow him to do whatever he wants anyways. so when he slowly brushes a knife up and down your throat as his hips grinds on top of you, you don’t stop him. not when he is too busy whispering against your ear, whining softly when he hits just the right spot.
“aren’t you scared?” he taunts. “look at you.” there is edge to his words that does it job in disarming you, caught between wanting to scream or lose yourself in the pleasure. he holds the blade slowly. the knife isn’t close enough to cut into your flesh but the fear is there. all your senses are telling you to run; it’s a normal response to danger. but what is not normal is the way you can’t help yourself from wanting more of him. “as if you can’t live without me.”
“i want…” shit, you sound almost deprived. “i don’t….i need..”
“use your words. you don’t want me to misunderstand, don’t you?” he lilts, humming with a note a bit too amused.
your head shakes no before you could stop it.
“good. i knew i would have some fun with you.” you can’t see the way he is looking at you, obscured by the gleam of his mask. but you can hear the smile in his voice, full of greed and ready to take whatever you could give him.
your hands run along his waist before you tug him closer. his hips meet yours in no rush, like he is teasing you in more ways than one. his knife follows along with it.
“please.”
you shiver when he throws his head back in a laugh. he is dangerous. you know he is. but he draws nearer, lifting his mask to reveal a wide spread of teeth. maybe if you had more time, you would have appreciated the softness of his lips or the small puffs of violet peaking out of the mask.
he doesn’t give you that chance, however, before he runs up his tongue along your throat.
“then i’ll make the pain brief. hold still, the movie is just starting.”
