#ghostface!simon

…PHONE SEX

ghostface!simon x reader, mentions of killing, phone sex, ghost talks reader through it, shit ton of dialogue, reader’s bf is a dickhead, possessive!simon, stalking, reader sees a dead body, unprotected piv, mutual masturbation, creampie

this is completely fiction. do not perform these acts in real life. i do not stand for when many acts in this fanfiction happen in real life, it is purely for your entertainment. in no way am i trying to romanticize killers or crime, just a silly piece of writing. i am not responsible for your media consumption.

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ring! ring! ring!

the sound of your home phone blares through the chill autumn air. you get up from the soft sofa, walking over to your discarded phone that sat atop your table.

No Caller ID, it read.

your thumb moves to answer it, but you think for a moment. this is how many of those ‘ghostface killer’ victims died, a random call at night, right? well, the movie that was playing was boring anyway, you answer the call with hardly any hesitation.

“hello? …hello?”

“hi there, beautiful girl. i’m gonna be late coming home tonight.” it was your boyfriend, carter, how sweet of him to let you know he would be late to your movie night!

“aw okay, do you want me to turn the porch lights on? your truck can fit in the back garage, it’ll be easier to see.” you explain, already shifting from your spot.

“y-yeah, do that.” you hear him stammer across the line, along with someone whispering in the background.

“okay, also your called id is off. scared the shit out of me, thought it would be that ghostface killer guy.”

“oh-oh yeah, w-whaddaya think of that guy?” he stammers as you walk to the backyard.

“i dunno, it would be hot to get fucked by a masked man, don’t ya think?”

“uh-uhm yeah, i guess.”

“i’m kidding. kinda. here i’m turning the lights—“ before you can even finish your sentence, you turn on the lights, only to see your boyfriend tied up to a chair. someone was holding the phone to his ear—

the ghostface killer.

your mouth opens to scream, say something, but nothing comes out. “shh, don’t say a word pretty girl.” a deeper british voice crackles over the line. the voice was almost familiar, almost.

“please don’t hurt him!” your bottom lip quivers, that was your boyfriend! “are you sure you don’t want me to? have you heard of katie, stephanie, and lily? well he sure has, isn’t that right carter?” the ghostface killer looks down at your boyfriend, who seemed to be crying.

“he knows ‘em very well. according to his texts, he fucked them all in the past two nights. i would never treat you like that, like this scum of the fucking earth does.”

“baby i’m sorry! i didn’t—“ carter attempts to say over ghostface’s voice, but you see a small shiny blade come into view. you hide your view your hands in time, not having to see what you heard over the phone.

the next time your eyes are opened, you see carter’s body being held by ghostface as he gets rid of the body. with some hesitation, you manage to run up the stairs, locking yourself in your bathroom.

“you can’t hide, pretty.” you hear that gruff voice over the line again. shit, you forgot to hang up. “leave me alone!” you cry over the line, attempting to hang up.

for some reason, your phone wouldn’t work. no matter how many times you pressed that red button, ghostface’s voice still played.

“i said, you can’t hide.”

“what do you want from me!”

“i want to get to know you.”

jesus, didn’t this guy have plenty of victims he could pick up off the street? why did he want you? “why, so you can kill me?”

“i wouldn’t. that is, unless you try to hang up again.” the phone shakes in your hand as warm tears fill your eyes. “don’t hang up the phone, pretty.”

“what do you want.”

“just answer a few questions for me, pretty.” you swallow the lump in your throat. “fine.”

“what’s your favourite colour?” was this guy serious?

“purple”

“what’s your favourite scary movie?”

“oh god, i don’t know”

“you have to have one.” your voice is wobbly, you don’t trust your words.

“well i was supposed to watch coraline with carter—“

“don’t fuckin’ say his name! the only name you need to worry about is ghost, pretty.” you try to hide a small squeal in fear but fail.

“sorry, back to my questions. would you let a masked man fuck you?” the question is so blatant, like you would ask any random person that.

your breath catches in your throat again, you hoped he didn’t hear that one. “oh shut up! th-that was a joke and you know it!”

“ah ah ah, we both know that loser wasn’t satisfying you. plus, if it was a joke, why are you so wet right now?” you maneuver the phone to hang up, only for his words to flash back into your mind.

“i am not!”

“y’sure about that?” the tips of your fingers dipped beneath your pants— god you were so wet. “y’wanna know something, pretty?” no response, you were scared shitless.

“i’m hard as a rock just from looking at you.” from what you had seen, he was supposed to be really hot, but he’s never take his mask off.

“what do you want.” you repeat, knowing what he wants. would it be crazy if you wanted it too? “for you to give in. not only to me, but yourself. let yourself have this one orgasm over the phone, pretty.”

“i-i’ve never had an orgasm…”

“fuck, never? that asshole didn’t ever give y’one?”

“n-no?” you can hear ghost mumble about carter being a ‘fucking disgrace’, the what sounded like bones breaking. “i’ll walk y’through it, doll.”

you’re not sure what to feel. of course, like you’d said, you wanted yo get fucked by a masked man; that wasn’t a joke. but what about carter?

“don’t worry about that stupid boy, he’s never going to hurt you again. i’ll protect you with my life, no boy will ever go near you.” you just whine over the line, ghost picking up on it.

“put y’hand in your panties, rub your pussy a bit with two fingers, softly up and down. get your fingers nice and wet.” he guides, putting his own hand to use so he can free his needy cock.

“right, rub your clit,” ghost instructs, his own hand rubbing over his tip, already leaking precum. “feel’s good, doesn’t it?” “mhm…” your fingers played with your sensitive clit, rubbing the bud. the feeling was nice, carter couldn’t even find your clit.

“now, start with one finger just rubbing around your hole. go nice and slow.” although ghost couldn’t see it, you nodded and followed his words. god, you were so wet from just his voice.

“right, now push your finger inside of you.” you followed instructions with nothing more than a small “mhm.” it felt nice, you couldn’t even remember the last time carter did stuff like this with you, only mindlessly shoving his stupid cock inside of you.

“good. now another one.” a small whine left your lips as you obeyed, thrusting two fingers into your warmth.

ghost was barely holding up on the other side of the call, hand pumping his cock to your small whimpers. he had to force himself to slow down while jerking off so he didn’t cum too fast.

“now, curl your fingers up inside of you.”

“huh?”

“your fingers. take the two and curl them up into your cunt.” another moan, a little louder this time, escaped your lips as you started to curl your fingers.

your back was against the wall now, legs shaking, one hand holding the overheating phone and the other delving into your pussy.

he coerced you through an orgasm, through your lack of confidence, so that your arousal spilled over your thighs. “good girl, wish i could see you.” he said.

spoiler alert: he could see you. dumb girl, you didn’t even think to cover your camera when a killer was on the loose and on call with you?

ghost still wasn’t fulfilled, all he could see was your pretty face. he was hungry— he wanted to taste you. “now what…?” you ask, testing the waters.

“well, i could kill you” he says, like he would ever hurt a little lamb like you.

again, you realize the voice. it couldn’t be a voice changer, he sounded too human. no, you’ve heard this voice before, these words before, you just couldn’t place it

your breath catches in your throat as you try to softly open the bathroom door. taking a peek in the glass door from the stairs, you couldn’t see ghost or your boyfriend there.

ghost was saying something about how he wanted to keep you forever, you weren’t listening. just softly tiptoeing down the stairs in hoped he couldn’t hear you.

sliding on whatever shoes were at the front, turning to the back door to hopefully run to someone. problem is, you lived in the middle of nowhere.

your neighbours were at least a fifteen minute walk, your parents house was huge compared to your small dorm room back at college. in fact, your parents were out with the neighbours and wouldn’t be back for god knows how long.

your first idea was to go through the back, but you were pretty confident he was still back there. so, you turn back around, walking to the front door and unlocking it. opening the door as quietly as possible, not to alarm him.

when you’re out the door, not even a foot off the cement stairs, you hear ghost’s voice coming from your phone, this time he’s angry. you managed to turn it off speaker phone, holding the device to your ear.

“where are you going, love?”

fuck. you didn’t know about the webcam, or the fact he was ten steps to your right.

“i’m-‘m not goin’ anywhere,” you try to keep your voice stable. “i’m still at home… uhm- come to the bathroom, i’m waiting for you” you say, walking down the steps and attempting to turn to your left, towards some bushes to hide in.

until, you feel a hand in your hair, pulling the strands back as someone’s body cages you in. “how many times are you gonna lie to me tonight?” his deep voice whispered in your ear, taunting you.

“i-i’m sorry, please do-don’t kill me” you could barely even breathe, let alone speak. “i wouldn’t do that. y’trust me, right?” he breathes, letting go of the hand in your hair.

it isn’t even a second thought— you sprinted away from him. running around the side of the house, all the way to the back. you attempt to run past the trees, in hopes someone would be there, and there technically was.

he just wasn’t living.

you stop dead in your tracks at the sight of your dead boyfriend hanging from the tree. although it was dark, you couldn’t help but notice the blood dripping from his legs. you tracked back until your body hit something firm.

you managed to look away from the body, but only at the hands of ghost. this time his hand in your hair, silvery blade in front of your eyes. “where the fuck do you think you’re going?” now you were starting to recognize the voice a little more.

“please”

“please what?”

“fuck me.” your voice is small. the thrill and adrenaline takes over your body. you were also ninety percent sure who the person was, the voice was basically a dead give away. not knowing what washed over you to say that, you turn towards him in his loosened grip.

“been bloody waitin’ for this.” he says, flipping you back around and pulling your sweatpants down. “y’need to get fucked by a man, not a boy.” his own cock was throbbing, he could tell he was leaking from the darker spot on the tip of his boxers.

you grab onto the nearest thing — a square potted plant — bending down for you hips to meet ghost’s. you feel him, his hard cock against the plush of your ass.

he’s big; huge. bigger than what you’ve ever had, you’re not sure how it’s gonna work out.

he grinds against your lace panties, the thin cloth doing barely anything from your wet cunt dripping against his underwear as well.

“god, can’t believe you’ve been hiding from me. fuckin’ perfect.” he knows exactly what he’s doing, he knows your body like the back of his hand.

you feel his cold hands on your hips, pulling your panties down in one swift motion. the cold air trails goosebumps across your skin, ghost’s hands doing nothing to help.

he’s taken off his boxers, you feel him toying with your pussy with his tip. he’s slow, pushing in only to the tip. the second he’s around halfway in, you know exactly who’s cock is inside of you.

“oh simon!” your neighbours son.

he was older than you, much older, but when you were younger he would come around this exact house to hang out with your brother sometimes. you’re pretty sure he’s in the military, you’ve seen him walk out of his car with some gear at times.

you’ve had sex with him three times, only when he’s back in town with your brother. he’s huge, it was impossible to mistake who’s cock it was.

that’s how he knew when you would be alone, perfect to come to you. he was quiet, but your parents always boasted about how respectful he was and compared him to your brother at times.

“wha’s that?” his hips stilled.

“fuck, simon, y’been wanting to fuck me huh?”

“yeah, couldn’t with that bastard stealing you away.”

you’d only dated carter for a handful of months, on and off really. simon knew you didn’t really love him, simon always knew. his hips are moving again, faster now.

“scream my name, sugar. fuckin’ prick didn’t know who the fuck he was dealin’ with. the only name you need is mine, pretty.” he would say, slamming his hips into yours.

the man was needy, he lived for you.no matter how many times you had sex you just weren’t used to his size, familiar veins prodding your walls.

“fuck simon!” you mewl, your nails digging into the ceramic pot. he pounded relentlessly into your sweet spot, hands grabbing your hips aggressively, hard enough to make marks. pushing your hips back into his for a deeper angle, your eyes screwed shut in pleasure.

“simon—ah! fuck simon i’m so close!” you moaned as simon just went hard. “fuck, tha’s it pretty, let go f’me” he grumbled, his aching cock twitching inside of you.

your orgasm hit you unannounced, simon groaning behind you as he came inside of you. he turned you back towards him, free hand moving towards the mask.

silver rings glimmer in the moonlight as he takes the white and black mask off. it’s him, eyes glued to yours now.

“if you wanted to fuck me you could’ve just asked”

“you’d cheat on ‘im?”

“no, i would break up with him, then fuck you.” you smile.

“‘s a shame. stupid boy treatin’ you wrong. you know i could treat you better, pretty girl.” he says, voice raspy and deep.

“maybe” you shrug. “after this whole ‘ghostface’ thing is over”

tessa’s notes… ghostface au’s 😼

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