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Kinktober Day 6 - Pervert Slasher
Slasher Ghost x reader
ˣ෴ˣ cw: panty thief, mentions of murder + blood, Simon is Ghostface, kinda yandere, masturbation over the phone (simon), afab reader, slight breeding kink, slight dacryphilia
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When Ghost moved in to the apartment down the hall from you, he didn't expect to develop quite the fat crush. It was also super silly for a grown man, a hardened soldier like him to have a crush.
But even serial killers need a little bit of love sometimes, and you were the perfect candidate for it.
The first day he moved in you had brought him chocolate chip cookies. It was hard to hold a conversation at the door when Ghost was trying his hardest not to drool at both the delectable smell, and the sight of your plush breasts in your low cut top peeking out at him, begging to be kneaded like dough.
A couple of gruff grunts from him later and you're heading back down the hallway towards home. Don't worry though, you will be seeing a lot more from Simon in the coming weeks, he'll being doing his research on you.
When he's not working, he spends his time calling people, asking if they're alone, even though he knows they are, and the infamous question, 'do you like scary movies?'. Sometimes he likes to torment his victims before he kills them, smashing the windows in with pelted rocks, cutting off the electricity so the house goes dark, given them a chance to crawl away after he's sliced through the achilles tendons. Its all game for him, the hunt being the most invigorating part, getting his blood to run hot with adrenaline until he's shaking.
Now the infamous "Ghostface" was haunting the city, petrifying people from picking up their phone calls or heading out alone at night.
The police had no leads, all the calls had come from a burner phone that pinged off of cell towers hundreds of miles away in every direction.
You expressed your fears to your lovely neighbour Simon, practically shaking and sobbing in his big, burly arms, so very frightened that you might be the next victim, you lived alone after all and had no boyfriend to protect you. That flicked a switch inside his head, turning on his primal instincts to protect you. All he wanted to do was take you into his cozy apartment and sit you on his broad lap, promising everything was going to be okay, don't worry your pretty little head about anything, he'd be the boyfriend you needed.
Ghost has gotten it twisted up in his muddled, corrupted mind that you are his now, his wife to be, his lover, and he won't accept anything less than that. You're the only one who doesn't look at him with disgust, even though he's huge and burly and so intimidating, with ugly scars over his mug. Ghost can be a good man, if you turn a blind eye to his hobbies...
He'll even prove it, now calling and killing those who have bothered you.
That creepy coworker who just couldn't accept that you didn't want to go on a date? Gone, disappearing from thin air like he never existed, the only sigh is a phone call is the call logs of his phone and blood spatter coating his kitchen floor.
Ghost couldn't stop, he enjoyed the feel and warmth of blood soaking his hands when he slit your ex-boyfriends throat, how sticky it was, watching the life drain from his eyes, and the heavy metallic scent that clung to the air.
And one night he just that urge to... call you.
He likes the way you sound when you pick up the phone, a frightened little gasp hearing the gruff, deep voice of 'Ghostface'.
You were scared, sweating bullets, eyes wide, and blood pumping through your veins so hard that you could barely hear the serial killer talking. And Ghost loved that, it made his cock so hard that it was almost embarrassing. Ghost told you to keep talking or he'd kill you, didn't matter what the topic was, just wanted to hear your sweet voice on the other line. Maybe tell him about your favourite scary movie?
He'd stolen a pair of your panties a few days earlier, picked the lock on your front door like it was nothing, the delicate pink fabric with a pretty little bow on it was now pressed up against his crooked nose, huffing your intoxicating scent like he might die without it. He could hear your voice hitch when he let a pleasured growl slip, his strong hips thrusting into his tightly closed fist, chasing his high like an addict.
Hearing a pause in your voice, Ghost snapped at you to keep talking, lovie, 'm close while his cock leaked like a faucet, creamy precum dripping down his fist and onto his heavy, full balls that he longed to empty into your sweet little cunt, breeding you full of his babies.
Ghost can't believe how badly you've got him whipped, he's a fucking serial killer, not some schoolboy who's jerking off to his crush! He groans into the phone, spurting thick cum on to his hairy tummy when he hears you sob and cry, imagining his swollen tip was right up against your cervix instead, and that he could lick the salty tears from your face.
You really don't know what to say hearing him pant heavily into the receiver before the call cuts a second later.
There was no way you were going to be sleeping in your apartment tonight, instead gathering up you pillow and blanket to trudge down the hallway to see your huge, ex-military neighbour Simon, shyly asking him if you can stay the night because you're too scared to go home.
𝑨𝑼𝑻𝑯𝑶𝑹'𝑺 𝑵𝑶𝑻𝑬 → Happy Valentine's Day! I hope everyone is having a wonderful day. I'm sorry for the late update! It's our one year anniversary for my face of an angel, body of a porn star series. Thank you to everyone who has supported this series and thank you for all of your lovely words. I will be adding more routes soon, comment your suggestions for future routes, dialogue and secret endings! should I add more horror, or more chapters like this one? enjoy! [ Psycho Killer in the Dead Dove Route has been unlocked! <3 ]
He chuckled in amusement, “You've just made me so happy.”
His gloved hand caressed your chin gently, yet firmly. His voice hypnotized you and sunk so deep in your lungs, filling you completely. He shattered your mind more than your body, isolated you and made you feel insane, slaughtered your friends and sank his knife deep in you.
You were cornered and trapped, the dove he always wanted and you had no choice but to accept it. And the moment you did, a huge weight was lifted from your chest, and suddenly you felt safe with the man that completely ruined you.
“This is what you always wanted, angel. Doesn't it make you feel better to finally embrace it?”
He wrapped his arms around your body, his cock still marking your insides. Your tits bounced as he thrusted into you over and over again. You could barely speak, all you could do was obediently nod and let the man’s love consume you.
“You’re perfect. You're all I've ever wanted.” He whispered like a kiss, “I'm happy you've stopped flying away from me, I was worried I would have to cut your pretty wings off and keep you locked forever.”
A deep flush of red spread across your face. Something was deeply wrong with you. Your heart couldn't stop beating at his words and your body couldn't stop surrendering to him.
His words frightened you and you didn't know if you had made the right choice. With each gentle touch, you could feel yourself leaning towards him and forgetting your morals.
He slightly pushes your masked face towards the camera again, “It’s okay, pretty doll. Let's give the viewers what they want. It is Valentine's day.”
His voice was so soft, even hidden behind that voice changer of his. It made you feel so mesmerized.
“Put your hands behind your back.” He commanded.
You listened so obediently. Immediately putting your hands behind your back, no matter how exhausted you were. He hummed in approval, he has you right where he always wanted you.
He slowly caressed your soft back until he reached your trembling hands, holding onto them as he continued to thrust into you. He was so gentle—so unexpectedly loving. It made your heart flutter. You felt as if you were his little dove, or doll.
“It feels better like this.” You blurted out, even opening your legs wider so he can hit your sweet spot. “Please don't stop.”
He chuckled, “Of course, my valentine. I would never stop when you feel so perfect like this.”
His valentine. He called you so sweetly. It made you feel special. He leaned down, your back pressed softly against his robe. He let go of your hands and held your pretty face, looking into your eyes. The same eyes that made him fall in love with you in the first place. That first special stab.
“You see how easy it was?” He asked so softly, earning a pathetic whimper from you.
You nodded, staring into his mask devoid of eyes, “Mhm..”
You felt like an idiot, pathetically agreeing with your lovesick stalker. But you couldn't help but have hearts in your eyes when you look at him, with the very mask that haunted you in your dreams for years.
Yet as you face it again, you no longer feel scared. You begin to feel lovesick for him. And that made your heart ache. Yet it made you feel so unbelievably wet.
It made your face so flushed, and you couldn't hold back your moans as you felt him making love to you. The sounds of his cock thrusting so sensually into your wet parts.
Fuck, it felt so good. Better than usual. He was actually making love to you this time. It felt so sensual. You face your computer once again, your tear filled eyes glanced at the view count and widened.
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♡ majesticlamb » her moans are cute
♡ perfectbrat » look at her, she's begging for more.
♡ russianroulettte » I've never seen her this wet before.
♡ littlesoftangel » happy valentine's day! <3
♡ everyoslut » I want to be in her place.
♡ ickyan0nym0us » this is so hott
♡ olderdilff » she looks like an angel when she's being used like this.
♡ eternalbond » she looks so fucking cock drunk
♡ taboolover » holy shit
The number of viewers just keeps going up. So many people watching you and getting off to your defilement. It was overwhelming.
You read the slowed chat and the perverted messages, so many perverted messages. You couldn't believe how many people kept joining, you must have broken a record by now. You didn't know how to feel about it. But you were strangely turned on by it.
Then suddenly he pressed down on your bloody wound, replacing the dried blood with fresh. You thought you could cover up your previous scar with the tattoo, you tried to forget about what happened but he reopened that wound, literally.
His fingers were coated with your blood, you watched on the screen as he was fascinated with the cut. How strange. Your thoughts were interrupted when the masked man suddenly pulled you away from the computer, holding you as you both stumbled towards the bed.
He held you so intimately, forcing you to sit on his lap and to look pretty for the camera. You instinctively spread your legs apart, giving your devoted fans a view of your drenched cunt.
Strings of cum stuck to your connected parts as he bounced you on his lap, the sounds making your pussy throb like crazy. You've never felt this good before—It reminded you of when you used to perform all sorts of acts for your viewers, all while thinking about your lovesick anonymous—before you found out he was your crazy ex stalker.
He used to be the only thing that you would think about during your livestreams, even with your private calls with your rich fans. All you ever thought about was him.
When you started your channel, it was so he could reach out to you again. This really was all you wanted.
The camera captured every single angle of the perverted scene. And your viewers loved every single moment. You glance at the chat once again, trying to read the comments.
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♡ iwantitall » this is the hottest thing ever
♡ pasteldoll » I want to see who's under the mask
♡ desiretwenty-two » the sounds are music to my ears
♡ eternalbond » who's under the ghostface mask?
♡ chicotwt » take off his mask
♡ posterboyae » the best valentine's day
♡ h0tnymphe » my turn!
♡ ke5go » unmask him
♡ cowboylver » face reveal??
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Everyone was telling you to take off his mask, some wanted to see your face as well. But you kept thinking about it. Who was under the mask of your lovesick stalker?
The aching in your legs became unbearable. He started to notice the way you struggled to keep bouncing, and turned your body towards him instead of the camera.
The exhausted and submissive expression on your face made him smile. He caressed your masked face, he could tell you were sweaty underneath and he pulled it off. You jumped for a second, holding your mask and resisting him.
“No, please. I don't want anyone to see my face.” You whispered softly, looking into his eyes so eagerly.
He reassured you, “You look like you're about to pass out. I want to see your face. I won't let anyone else see it, I promise you.”
He promised you. You didn't know if you could trust his promise. He promised he would be gentle last time, and he did not keep it. Instead he broke you and molded you into his little doll.
So you hesitated, unsure if he would keep his promise. He was right, you were very exhausted and sweaty under the mask but you didn't want him to take advantage of this moment and expose your identity in front of so many viewers.
But there was a voice in your head that told you to listen, to be a good doll for him and to just obey. Eventually you listened, letting him take your mask off.
“Thank you for listening.” He praised, his gloved fingers brushing through your sweaty hair. His soft words made you smile a little. Your first genuine smile with him. He stared at your face, and he fell in love again.
“You look just as beautiful as the night I stabbed you.”
He softly touched your lips with his other hand, they were so kissable. It was unfortunate he had the mask on. He wanted to kiss you so badly. You both wanted to take it off.
He knew you wanted to see his face, your pretty little eyes never left his mask. But he didn't allow you to, grabbing your waist and continuing to thrust into you so suddenly.
You gasped and held him tightly, wrapping your arms around him and feeling the soft robe against your cheek. You moaned so close to his ear, almost on purpose.
He let out a rough groan and pulled your hair tenderly, making you face him once again. “Ride me.” He commanded, and you listened.
You quickly position yourself and ride him, rocking your hips slowly at first but speeding up. He watched as he was infatuated with you, devouring your body with just his eyes alone. It was intimidating.
But you wanted to perform well for him. You wanted to make him happy. After all, he's been watching you this whole time, spending his money on you, joining every stream until all you could think about was him. You were his, and his alone. You accepted that already. And now you wanted to return all of his love back.
You got lost in your own pleasure and thoughts, you didn't even realize that he was struggling to keep up with you. His pathetic moans barely audible with that mask on. For the first time, you felt as if you were in control. It was exciting.
You continued to bounce eagerly, hoping to make him proud of you. You loved those sweet moans he kept making, you were unaware that he was capable of making such soft noises. You must have been doing well enough to make him produce such moans.
He looked better like this, so you kept going, picking up the pace and overwhelming him with pleasure. It felt amazing, for the both of you.
He groaned louder and twitched slightly as you bounced faster. “Fuck, you bounce like a rabid rabbit.”
Those words made you smile softly. You could feel him approaching his climax, but you didn't want it to be over just yet. You cling onto him and whimper, “I don't ever want to stop.”
He couldn't respond, too busy whimpering pathetically in your ear as he could barely keep up with you.
“I love being your doll.” You moaned. “I just want to be yours forever.”
He suddenly moaned from your words. He couldn't believe it. He's dreamt of those words leaving your mouth for years. It made his heart throb like crazy. He gripped your hips tighter. He wanted to cum inside of you already, to mark and claim you.
You moaned softly as he held you so tight. He was chasing his own pleasure now. Your arms were wrapped around him and you hugged him. You sniffed his robe, trying to see if you could recognize his scent but you could not. The mystery behind the mask was killing you.
You move from the hug and look at his mask, it was slipping off. You had an idea. You slowly moved your hands towards his mask, he was completely unaware of your bright idea, too distracted by your doll-like eyes. They hypnotized him. They always did. He could never pay attention in class, his eyes were always on you. Especially after that special night.
That night. You both kept thinking about that night. You've thought about it so many times, it made you sick. All those restless nights, the nightmares of their screams, the doll-like look in your friend’s dead eyes. It all haunted you.
Yet nothing haunted you more than that mask. It filled your mind and completely took over your soul. Every day ever since that night, all you kept seeing was his mask. All you ever thought about was taking it off and finally exposing the man that ruined your life.
But as you sat before him, your big eyes laying on his mask, all you could think about was a simple kiss.
So you reach for it and tug at it as he was distracted with your eyes, and you could see his lips. They looked so soft, so kissable. You've seen his lips several times before when he had kissed you frantically. But you never had a chance to really look at them.
Just as you were about to lift the mask up further, he suddenly gripped your wrist firmly. “Don't.” He whispered darkly. His real voice cracking through for a heartbeat.
You could not recognize it.
“But I want to see you.” You whimpered as you bounced slightly, catching him off guard, “I want to kiss you.”
He quickly pulled his mask back down, tilting his head slowly, “You'll kiss me again soon enough. But you'll never see my face.”
You whined, “That's not fair.”
He chuckled darkly, letting go of your wrist and holding you so intimately. “I don't care.”
He gripped your throat firmly. His grip around your throat made you whimper. You shouldn't have tried to see what was under the mask.
“Don't do that again. You should be grateful that I'm weak for you. I kept your promise so far, so do me a favor and keep your hands to yourself, angel.”
You did as you were told, whimpering as you kept your hands to yourself, even as you desperately wanted to hold the hands that were choking you. You were thankful he didn't punish you for trying to remove his mask. You were sure he would at least slap you for it. It started to feel like you had him wrapped around your finger.
He let go of your throat and slapped your ass harshly, earning a loud whimper from your mouth. Then on his own terms, he removed his mask slightly, just enough to expose his lips, and kissed you possessively.
His kiss was so rough, so intimate. He shoved his tongue down your throat, and consumed you. You were both tasting each other. He tasted so good—so sweet. Like your favorite candy.
He bounced you on his lap, eagerly chasing his pleasure as he listened to the sounds of your sweet moans. You tasted so sweet to him as well, too sweet. Your cunt was sucking him in so perfectly. He couldn't control himself any longer.
“Fuck!” You both muttered beneath your breath.
He came deep inside of your aching hole and it overwhelmed you. He filled your insides with his filth, his cum leaking all over the bed and floor. He kept thrusting, fucking the cum back into your fluttering cunt. You were orgasming, your body convulsing slightly as you held onto him. It felt heavenly. For the both of you.
You whimpered, “Stop please.”
The pleasure was too much. You were expecting him to keep going but he listened, surprisingly. He stopped his movements and pulled out, letting his cock drip and rest beside you. “Did you enjoy yourself?” He asked as he moved the strands of his covering your face. You looked like a mess. But he loved you anyway.
You responded with a simple nod, holding him as you were clearly exhausted. He had put you through it. He stalked you all day today, sent those lovely letters, chased you, stabbed you, used your mouth and now made love to you.
And you were still streaming, your valentine's gift to your fans breaking a record. Your lovesick stalker chuckled as you were lost in your thoughts. You need to be taken care of now.
He got up from the bed, carefully making sure he wasn't exposing your face. He gave you a pat on the head, “Rest. I'll turn off the stream. You did so good for me. I'll take care of you.”
So you lied down and waited for him to take care of you, like the doll you were. He waved at your fans slowly, tilting his head as he said goodbye. He turned off the livestream, angering many of your fans but he didn't care.
He only cared about you.
He turned towards you and embraced you, wrapping his arms around your smaller body. He was satisfied. You did so well for him. It was unbelievable. The lovesick man smiled beneath his mask, his eyes turning into hearts as he examined your exhausted body, watching your breathing become steady. His seed leaked from your hole and spilled onto the bed.
Even when you were used and abused like this, you were still perfect to him. Perhaps, even more perfect.
“You did a good job for me, angel.” He praised but you were too tired to say anything back. You only whimpered softly as you weakly pointed to the sticky mess. You wanted to be cleaned.
He smiled and got up, searching for something to clean you with as you waited to be cleaned. He found a large rag and cleaned you softly, wiping the filth from your body. There was so much cum and blood stains on your bed—he was amused by it.
“I'm going to have to buy you a new blanket. I should have known I would have stained it.” He finished cleaning you up, caressing the bruises he left on your hips and noticing the marks he left on your throat. He wanted to leave more.
“I'm sorry if I was too rough.” He apologized, “I just couldn't help myself, I love you so fucking much.”
“It's okay. You weren't too rough. Only at first.” You muttered, barely opening your eyes. All you heard was a chuckle.
He leaned down, kissing your neck gently, leaving soft marks as he sucked on your sensitive skin. You whimpered softly, too sensitive to stay still. He loved how sensitive you were, leaving more intimate kisses. “How are you feeling, angel?”
“Tired.” You mumbled softly, earning a chuckle from him.
“Then I'll let you rest. You did well. But before I go, I have a Valentine's gift for you.”
His words woke you up a little. You opened your eyes and watched as he picked up a pink basket he was hiding behind your desk. He must have put that there when you were in class.
He placed the basket down gently onto your bed. It was a large basket with a pretty pink ribbon on it. It was filled with so many items, yet he only pulled out one. He pulled out a bouquet of flowers, your favorite ones. It made your heart pound like crazy.
“Happy Valentine's day.” He said lovingly.
You've never gotten your favorite flowers on Valentine's before. It was scary that he knew what your favorites were, you can't remember if you had ever said it on stream before. But it wasn't the scariest thing he's done.
“Thank you.” You sniffed the flowers and closed your eyes. They smelled so fresh. It painted a smile on your face. You place the flowers down and wrap your arms around him. “I'm sorry, I didn't get you anything.”
“it's okay, you were perfect today. You were all I ever wanted.” But he returned the hug and embraced you. “I'll be watching you. You're mine.” He warned, gripping you tight, “I'm never going to let you go.”
Those words should have scared you, they should have warned you to escape his grasp. But you finally accepted it. It felt sick to admit it, but you were falling for him. And suddenly those words felt more comforting than threatening.
“I don't want you to let me go. Never.” You couldn't believe the words coming out of your mouth. If someone had told you that you would be saying those exact words to the man who killed all of your friends, you would have slapped them.
But here you were, confessing your love for him. And it made him deeply, deeply, deeply sick with love. He couldn't control himself, he lifted his mask just enough to expose his lips and place his onto yours. This time the kiss was more gentle, more sensual than before.
“I didn't have any plans on letting go, doll.”
He wasn't trying to claim your mouth, he knew it was already his. He just wanted a kiss from you, really badly. He pulled from the kiss and glanced down at your new wound, the blood had dried and you could barely see your ‘soft angel’ tattoo anymore. Only his mark, once again.
Then suddenly he harshly pressed on it, causing you to wince in pain. Your eyes widened as you looked up at him so pathetically, “This mark means you're mine forever. Don't ever try to cover it again.”
He pressed down forcefully on your wound, causing more blood to flow. Replacing the dried blood with fresh once again. He loved you in red. It felt like that night all too well. You whimpered in pain, too scared to say anything. Then he let go, putting his mask back on and leaving quickly.
As soon as he slammed the door, you immediately fell against it. You could barely keep your body up, needing all of your strength in your body to stand. You look at your bleeding wound he left you with, it wouldn't stop leaking.
Your eyes scanned through your room. It was a mess. Cum stains and blood stains all over your pretty pink sheets. Your pink chair was covered in filth as well. It looked like a scene from a horror movie.
You walk towards the bed, looking at the basket he has given you. You smile at the pink ribbon, he really loves pink.
Your fingers traced the edge of each item in the basket, grabbing one of them, it was a cute pink camera with a note 'take pictures for me, angel.'
You smiled and placed it down, accidentally staining it red. Then you grabbed another gift in the basket, a pink ghostface mask. It warmed your heart to know he wanted to match with you. He left another note, ‘for you to wear on stream.’
How sweet. It felt weird to be officially branded as his with this mask, but it also excited you.
You pulled out the other gifts, many skirts—all short, super cute pink panties, a pink leash and soft collar, lipgloss, chocolates, a brand new phone with a phone case, an expensive perfume you had in your wishlist for months—fuck this man was rich—oh and pink bandaids.
You couldn't believe how many gifts he had given you. You knew he was rich, he was your top donor, and had always spoiled you with money. But this was so much.
Then you pulled out a cute little box and opened it, it was filled with love letters just for you. How cute.
You pick up the first two. Which one do you choose?
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synopsis -> during a halloween festival, you catch the eye of a certain killer, pretending to be a scare actor.
tags/warnings -> public sex, killing, bondage, pussy fingering, a little knife play, a little cnc, oral!reader giving/receiving, ghostface is a little manipulative/violent, slapping, nipple sucking, body worship, ass eating, raw penetration, slight degrading, dirty talk, dom!ghostface, sub!reader, & kidnapping.
in the quiet town of woodsboro, people were hesitant when it came to halloween. maybe because of the murders in previous years, the ghostface costumes that were still sold in stores despite the tragedies surrounding them. but instead of mourning the losses this year, you and your friends had decided to go to a haunted house festival. people were starting to move on, they were bringing back trick or treating, pumpkin carving, the very essence of fall.
fall had always been your favorite season, it wasn't too hot or too cold, the scent of pumpkin spice, the desserts and baking, everything seemed perfect about the season. it's currently the early week of october and you want to spend it as much as you can, which is why you've dedicated the whole night before to getting ready, who knows, maybe you'll get lucky in a haunted house?
your phone rings in the other room, and you've just gotten out of the shower. the tiles feel cold against the bare underside of your foot, light taps following until you've reached your phone. "hello? hey girl, i just got out of the shower....yeah, yeah i'm about to get ready. i'm excited," you smile as the sound of sophia's voice flows out from your speaker, her excited pitch matching yours. she's been your best friend for the longest time, since elementary, probably.
"ohh my gosh, i don't know what the eff to wear!" her voice squeals, "am I going for a cute fall look, or scary halloween?" she asks, and you can already picture her holding up shirts in front of herself while she pouts in front of the mirror. "i'm going with...cute fall, since october just started," you say, setting your phone down on the vanity to put on victoria secret panties and a bra, you know, in case.
"girl you're so right, let me check pinterest," she says, murmuring to herself distractedly, as you put on your deodorant, your lotions and body oil. it's sacred to you, to take care of yourself. whatever you're going to wear - it's a little basic but it's cute, and you've spent the longest time figuring out what to wear. your clothes wait for you on your bed, but you throw on a old sleeping shirt so that your makeup doesn't get on it.
"hey are you still there?" sophia asks, the phone shuffling as she almost had forgotten that she called. you hum in response and she takes it as a sign to continue talking, "so listen...logan is coming with us, but in a different car. is that okay? and he's bringing a friend, uh, alex, yeah."
"sophia?" your voice raises a pitch, your eyes widening momentarily, the neutrogrena hydro boost sheet mask on your clean skin shifting along with your facial expression. "what?" her voice almost sounds panicked, but you're not freaking out that much, are you?
"that's lana's ex-boyfriend, and lana's not coming with us." you said into the phone, letting the mini pink standing fan blow over your face, your skin drinking up the mask's hydrating ingredients. sophia sounds dumbfounded, as if she doesn't understand how it might look, and she stutters, "i don't get it..."
"i mean, wouldn't it look weird to hang out with our friend's ex-boyfriend? and i heard he was such an asshole, i never knew what he looked like, but i hated him from how lana described him." you say, adjusting the mask on your face, peeling it into the correct position. your skin almost prickles from how chilly it is inside your room, the mask's cooling sensation washing over your skin in a refreshing way.
behind the phone sophia is choosing her outfit carefully, and she sighs. "ohmygosh," she says so fast that it's jumbled into one word, "you're totally right. maybe we should just jump him when we see him?" she asks. you laugh on the line, and see that the timer is almost up for your mask, only five seconds. you peel it off as you talk, "we should! but...another time. let's just...i don't know, ignore him." you sigh, tossing the dried out mask into the bin, starting to do your makeup. sophia paces around her room, almost overthinking the situation by a lot, "ignore him?! girl, im going into the haunted houses with logan!" she says, stressing about the situation. it's not that big of a deal, you think to yourself. surely it isn't. it won't be a problem, just ignore lana's ex.
whether or not you and sophia outwardly say it, you know about lana's tendency to overreact, or read deeply into situations. and so, your fingers move across your keyboard and you immediately text lana about who's coming and why, hoping to clear the air. she sounds normal, you think. and the sudden beep in the driveway alerts you that sophia's come. thankfully you've been getting ready at least three hours before it's time to meet at the hangout, and now you're finished. you walk out, and get into the car, sophia compliments your perfumes, you compliment her outfit, and she nearly cries and says she loves you.
it's beginning to get dark but barely, and shit, the haunted houses are a lot bigger than you've imagined. this place looked bigger than the reviews said, and they even have rides. suddenly you feel twice as excited, not only about rides and haunted houses, but masked men too? the thought disappears as fast as other thoughts come, and the sensation of sophia's hand squeezing yours gently, reassures you of a fun night. her expression lights up when she sees logan and alex waiting at the front gate, their wristbands already on. logan and alex are a tall pair, and logan has brown hair that's cut into a modern looking mullet, and he has on baggy jeans with converse shoes, and a hoodie on. his cross chain peeks out from the top of his hoodie. you think he looks basic, sophia thinks she's met her husband, but it's okay.
"hey guys," sophia says with a smile, purposely avoiding alex, a guy with darker hair than logan, cut into a short textured fringe with a fade, and he's wearing grey sweatpants and a black shirt, and a chain as well, and his shoes are black air force ones. he's also basic, in your eyes. but a part of you feels bad for thinking he looks good, but he has a cocky look on his face that's an ultimate turn off. logan is a nice guy and you don't have any issues with him, but he's too hyper for you, which is why he's perfect for sophia. logan immediately hugs sophia with a boyish grin on his face, and you smiled at how happy sophia looks. she's wearing doc martens and a pair of sheer black tights, and a black miniskirt and a cute sweater, and you forgot to include her cream colored leg warmers. logan pays for her ticket entry, and alex pays for yours, despite the amount of times that you've declined his offer.
and you're even more surprised when they buy fast pass tickets, which includes haunted houses and rides. it's not like it's an amusement park where the prices are ghastly, but $60 dollars sounds like a steal. you awkwardly thank him, and inwardly curse for staggering behind logan and sophia.
"look at 'em, they're already leaving us behind." his voice is smooth as he talks, and he looks over your appearance, subtly checking you out. you look cute, you have on fur boots, and low rise miss me jeans, and a zip up jacket that also has the same fur on the hood. "yeah, i figured that would happen." you say, trying to keep up with them. the first thing you guys do is go on rides, since it's still too bright for haunted houses just yet. you're at least thankful that sophia is willing to go on a few rides with you, and then you have to sit next to alex.
your attention is drawn when the four of you wait in line for a ride, which has a few people in front. you're focused on a certain guy, and immediately your heart starts to beat a little faster. a tall guy, obviously dressed as ghostface, can be seen scaring people and even kids, but he slowly turns his head to stare at you.
you're not in a fucking movie where time seems to stop, so you immediately look away and feel awkward for staring. as you and sophia talk again, logan and alex chuckle, and you follow their gazes and jump a tiny bit when ghostface is so close to you. the only thing separating you both is the metal gate, and his knife is raised menacingly. the eyeholes of his mask are so dark and you can tell that this mask isn't the shitty one you see in costume stores. it's well made, and part of you wonders if he can even see. almost sensing your attraction, the tip of his knife gently tilts your head up, and you look up at him, hearing them giggling behind you.
"your wristband," a hand taps your shoulder, and you see logan, sophia, and alex (the one who tapped you), all being let into the ride. you turn to see ghostface, half expecting him to see him disappear like in movies, but he remains still, watching as you go into the ride. the man scans your wrist and you take a seat next to alex. the ride was a tall one, it was almost built like a crane, that one ride you see that holds many people, swings back and forth and goes upside down. the overhead bar clamps down on your shoulders, and your feet dangle. surprisingly they play good music here, a lot of throwbacks, which you sing along to on the ride. alex notices and smiled and laughed, his foot grazing yours.
you're sure you've ridden all of the rides by now, skipping the baby ones, until logan begs to go on the bumper carts, which sophia feeds into. "i'm hungry," alex says, "y'all can go on the bumper carts or whatever, i can just grab us food." alex says, and logan and sophia agree since you all wanted food from the same place. you follow alex and the two of you wait in line, with the two of you memorizing their orders. "logan eats like a baby," alex laughs, seeing the text that logan sent him. you laugh along, "well, sophia's not too far off, i guess. but she's more open minded," you smile, spotting them in the distance, in the line together. "they really look like they're dating, i can't believe they're not." you say, sighing and looking over the menu.
"i know, logan needs to stop being a pussy and just get with her," alex said, looking at the menu. "what are you getting?" he asks, looking at you. "um...i want the steak bites," you said, and he seems to change his mind. "fuck, that sounds good. i'm not getting a burger then," he says, placing the order to the man. "and i'll get a strawberry funnel cake," you tell the man, he nods and you pay for your own food this time (and sophia's), and he covers himself and logan. by the time your food is done, logan and sophia are already headed back to the two of you, their eyes widening at the sight of the amount of food. "holy mukbang," logan says, sitting down and eating his fries and chicken tenders, and sophia eats the same thing. the four of you converse and laugh together, and you share your funnel cake with everyone, since it was bigger than you thought. alex takes his thumb and wipes the corner of your mouth, which makes you feel embarrassed, and you shove him away lightly. "don't do that," and he laughs at your expression. despite the amount of fun that you're having, moments come where you feel like alex is too flirty, and it makes your gut twist with guilt - lana.
alex seems to notice when you look away from him, or when you catch yourself engaging too freely with him. it's an uncomfortable conversation to have inside a haunted house, that even some scare actors refrain from popping out behind old wooden cabinets to scream in your face, it's painted faces that stare back at you as if they hesitate, the sound of alex growing annoyed. "why the fuck are you being weird?" he grumbles at you as the two of you walk, "im not weird...i just don't want you flirting with me," you say, an attempt to try to calm him down. "you're cool one second, and then the next you're like ignoring me, and yeah i am flirting but there's nothing wrong with that."
"i know-" you cut yourself off, seeing him in the distance, not fully but you see the sway of his robe behind him, decending boots going down the structure of the haunted house, behind curtains. "but lana's my friend, im not gonna flirt back with her ex-boyfriend," you say, your heart thumping just a bit harder. he nudged you with his shoulder to walk in front, "i don't get you," he says, his voice bordering on frustration. "if you want me to be honest i think you're really pretty and funny."
this feels like torture. it's so awkward and you don't know what to say or do. "i don't see you that way," your gaze pretends to look at the house and you realize that the two of you have strayed too far, it feels like you're taking the wrong path. there's not many actors, it's just a dark open space. "fuck, where's the exit?" you try to steer the conversation in a different direction, in hopes that it won't be so fucking awkward, and as you're trying to find a exit, you realize only too late that you've somehow separated from alex. is this good or bad? on one hand, it's not awkward, on the other, you're on your own in this maze of a haunted house, and the worst part seems to come up, as you stare into multiple reflections of yourself, and you're lost in a maze of mirrors. one thing is clear - movies are dramatic.
it's easy to find your way out, easier than you thought, as you look at the ground, indicators of corners, or where your reflection isn't dulled. a deep breath, then a muffled scream as a gloved hand clamps over your mouth, your eyes wide with terror. you shove whoever it is away, but your pounding heart calms when your eyes lock into the black eyeholes of a ghostface mask. it's all part of his act, his job. so why does the knife he's clutching look oddly real? and why does a hint of cologne churned with iron waft off of him? he's got you trapped, confused, and alone.
"can't run now, can ya?" his voice is rasp, the iconic deep murmur that can only belong to ghostface. you seem to be at a loss for words, your eyes wide as you look down at his black boots, footsteps imprinted into concrete floors, staining them red. your eyes follow the path, and you run past him. he doesn't flinch. he doesn't attempt to grab you as you run past, that confident that he can catch you. that he can outrun you, even if you've got a head start. you whimper and hide inside a fake bathroom, the area set up in fake blood and decorated well for the budget. you hide in a dark corner, covering your own mouth to shield any noises, and your eyes scan the area, seeing the under sole of black air force ones, and you creep towards it, walking and crouching. attached to that black shoe is a grey leg, the cotton of the sweatpants drenched in red, and you let out an ear piercing scream, the slashed throat of alex is a blatant slap to the face, there's no saving him.
and that guilt lingers behind as you sob and run away, your legs suddenly feeling shaky, you should've stayed with him. you should've-
it sounds like somebody's running, you turn around and you're so horrified by him running at you, that you seem to freeze, and every moment you've judged anyone for freezing up in horror movies, it all comes back to you. sometimes you're scared shitless that fear takes over you, and your body freezes in hopes that it will somehow camouflage you. but it feels like such a long gap that you freeze, only five seconds. five seconds too late, even though you start to run at full speed, his hand reaches the back of your shirt before your hand can reach the exit handle. "no, please!" you wail, his hand clamps over your mouth and you thrashed around and tried to run, but he was so fucking strong.
a grunt escapes his mouth as he knocks you out, bringing your body to a part of the haunted house that's unused.
sophia and logan have started to question why you and alex have been away for so long - and even though logan insists to sophia that you're okay, she doesn't believe him.
"fuck," ghostface mutters under the mask, hauling your body onto a large, stainless steel table. he restricts your hands and legs to the table, leaving you in just your bra and panties. the moment you wake up, your head throbs with a full pounding, and your eyes try to make out whatever is in the dark room.
you whimper, jerking your hands and feet to find that they're restricted, and a light overhead shines down on you. you wince and shut your eyes, letting out a small groan. his hand blocks the light out for you, letting you see him. "fucking finally." he grumbles, staring down at you, while you pitifully stare back up at him, with teary eyes and furrowed brows.
"don't beg me just yet." he murmurs into your ear, his fingers - gloved in leather, caress the column of your throat, reacting to you swallowing. you feel a chill climbing up your spine - and you can't tell if it's him or everything else. the chilly table underneath you, the fact you're fucking half naked. "beg you for what? to release me?" you ask, your voice as shaky as it was before.
"yeah, sweetheart. you're not leavin' me so soon," he cackles, finding amusement in your demise. the way your eyes water and your makeup runs, fuck it's so sexy. "who's alex? your boyfriend?" he suddenly asks, his hand squeezing your cheeks together. you shake your head, "no he's not! he's not even my friend but-"
"oh, doll." he scoffs, releasing your jaw. "he wanted you. that's why i had to do it." he says, as if it justified what he did.
"no you didn't," you sniffle again and your voice breaks. "why'd you kill him?" you say, your chest heaving and shuddering as you sob.
he watches you cry and shakes his head, chuckling darkly. "fuck baby, you're making me horny seeing you cry."
"fuck you!" you cried out, whimpering and thrashing, but all it ends up in is him slapping the shit out of you, making you quiet instantly.
his hands go down to his belt, his robe opening to let you see the black jeans he's wearing, gloved hands unbuckling the leather, and he ties it around your mouth as a temporary gag. you look at him, wide eyed as his hand reaches down and cups one of your tits, and you stay still. "fucking beautiful," he says, raspily. "you're the prettiest girl I've ever seen." a hand reaches for the knife holstered to his thigh. you should be disgusted. you should throw up and scream at him to stop, but something is oddly erotic about the situation. the way he's praising you...it makes you feel something, something you shouldn't. the tip of the blade traced your belly, his fingers gently squishing down into your stomach, before he reaches your panties. he doesn't focus on that part yet, instead he moves up and turns his mask to expose a jaw with a tiny bit of stubble, leaning down he kisses your cleavage.
"don't want me to stop, do you, doll?" he sounds like he's fucking smirking. you whimper in response and he opens the gag for you to speak. the way he's touching your body makes you feel oddly...worshipped. his touch is careful, in comparison to the way he touches other people.
your brows furrow. "you slapped me." you say, your cheek stinging red. "i did, didn't i?" he says, caressing your cheek. "sorry doll, I had to let you know who's in charge."
and for some reason, you're not bothered.
"look at this pretty little body," he murmurs, caressing the dip of your waist and the flare of your hip. "gonna make you feel so good baby, better than any guy you've been with."
you swallowed. "what makes you so sure, huh? you- you basically kidnapped me and tied me up." your heart beats faster when his hand squeezes your thigh. "you're a fucking killer, how would you even treat me better than any other guy?" your voice raises. you don't know why you're being defiant when deep down you like this game, it's always been a part of you that you forced yourself to bury deep down.
"cause you know id kill for you, doll." he leans down and kisses your stomach, and you have to force yourself to not make a sound. to not give into what he wants, he wants you to react, to submit. but he loves a brat. he loves someone who'll fight back the way you do.
his hands cup your tits again, relishing in the pretty leopard print bra you have on, with rhinestone straps and black lace decorating the cups. no matter what tit size you are, he fucking loves it. he grabs his knife again and presses the handle of it to your clothed pussy, making you gasp, as he kisses your cleavage, pulling your bra up to suck on one of the puffy peaks, forcing you to make a sound. "oh my god," you say in a slight whine, trying to press your thighs together, your head turning to the side as you gasp and shiver. he pulls away and unties your hands from the table, but they're still tied together. he's able to take off your bra by disconnecting the straps from the cups, and his mouth kisses and sucks on your tits, sucking on the soft fat, and then sucking a nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the bud, while the handle of the knife grinds into your pussy, wedged between pussy lips. you're a moaning mess and he fucking loves it. "good girl, that's a good fucking girl."
the front of your thong is pulled down, and he kisses your soft mound, the knife cutting away at the binds on your ankles, letting you spread your legs wider for him. he pushed your thighs up to your chest, peeling your panties off and keeping them in his pocket. "look at this," he purrs, "look at your pretty pussy, baby." he groans, leaning down and licking one of your pussy lips, before spreading you open and licking at your clit, sucking your soft folds into his mouth.
"please," you cry out, your hands tied. "stop this, we're in fucking public!" you say, trying to lift your head to look down at him. it feels so surreal, that ghostface is gonna fuck you in the backstage of a haunted house out in public. the bloodied corpse is in the back of your head, thoughts overrun with his tongue and lips, pleasuring you. he's so hungry, he's so horny for you that it makes you feel somewhat appreciated despite the situation, and the way he sucks and kisses you, it feels like he knows exactly what you want, what you need.
or maybe you've just been unaware of the eyes that watch you through your window whenever you masturbate, whenever your fingers are stuffed down your panties. the same panties he snatches from your laundry pile. the haunted festival isn't his first time seeing you. he'd been watching for months.
"n' im about to be fucking you in public," he mumbles into the wetness of your cunt, the shine coating his lips and chin. he gives one last eager suck, and one last eager lick up from your asshole to your clit. but once he tastes your ass, it was like he was going to stop, but ultimately decided against it. now his tongue is lapping at your asshole, and a gloved thumb is rubbing your clit, and a third stimulant is his other thumb, lightly fingering your pussy. it's too much, too much that your eyes roll back and you let out a pretty moan, and your back arches from the table, your body tensing before you cum, cumming hard. a few seconds after your orgasm he suckles hungrily onto the new wetness that leaks out of your pussy hole.
"holy fuck," he rasps, "look at'cha, making a mess all over my hands. dirty girl, ain't you?" he quickly takes his jeans off, showing off the large bulge in his black Calvin Klein boxers proudly. "dirty fuckin' slut, know you wan' suck my cock, don't you?" while you lay on the table for him, he takes a large step towards you, looming over your head. a gloved hand bunches your hair in a tight grip, while his other forces your mouth open, and he guides his pink tip towards your mouth, hissing when the warmth surrounds the tip of his cock. "fuck baby," he says between clenched teeth, "mouth's just as wet as this pretty pussy," he says and lightly smacks your pussy, which makes a wet squelching sound. you stare up into his mask, lightly moaning while providing him suction, your tongue wrapping around the wet tip, and his grip in your hair tightens. he could cum from just the sight of you, mouth sucking him up like an easy slut, your eyes glazed over with an expression that's begging for some dick in you. his grunts morph into a small, breathy groan, eyes rolling back behind the mask, he pulls out to get on the table, almost straddling your face while he fucks your mouth, holding your head in place while he thrusts his hips fowards.
"fuck, shit..." he grunts, keeping a hand next to your head, his breathing heavy. you eagerly suck, grunting and your brows furrow when his pace is too rapid. your thighs press together. "nuh-uh," he scolds, "no moving. lay there and suck my fucking cock."
the table creaks, and you suck him real good until he cums. he shoves his cock deep, squeezing your hair while emptying his balls in your mouth, with a throaty groan. his thighs nearly shake from the pleasure, but he's got high stamina.
in an instant you're flipped onto all fours, and he smacks your ass hard with his hand and smacks between your pussy lips, making you moan when his tip thwacks against your clit just right. "gonna fuck you so hard you can't remember your name," he mutters into your ear, positioning himself behind you, his cock teasing your cunt, your ass, anything he can drag and fuck. "fuck, baby, your pussy's so fucking tight. can't wait to ruin this little cunt." he grunts, and after teasing your hole with the head of his cock, he can finally slip inside of you, hissing at the feeling of you, so tight and fucking warm around him.
"fuck, please," you whimper, the side of your face pressed into the stainless steel table underneath you, the once cool metal now feeling warm from how long you've been laying there. he smacks your ass hard, "beg for my cock. you like that, don't you? having a killer's cock inside your pussy?" he taunts, wrapping your hand around a gloved fist, pulling your head back. "maybe ill slit your throat and fuck you at the same time. i bet you'd like that," he sneers, starting to thrust, after your begging. you can't believe this, can't believe you're enjoying it so much that your pussy sucks him in so good, drooling all over his veiny length, the tip of his cock almost kissing your warm insides. and you can't believe the words that come out of your mouth, out of pure humiliation and submission, he's got you wrapped around his cock.
your pants turn into moans, drool dribbling down the side of your mouth, like a fucked out slut that he loves. his thumb slides into your asshole, fingering it lightly while he fucks you, groaning with each thrust, each sound your pussy makes. "feels...s'good, please," you whine and beg, feeling it so fucking close that it's hard to keep your thighs spread like this. he had you on your side, in missionary, and he's now on the table with you, your legs pushed up to your chest, and him almost sumo squatting above you, pounding into your pussy. a slippery thumb lightly stroked your clit, rubbing in circles, trying not to slip off the wet nub. "you like that, baby? like the way I pound this little pussy?" he grunts, balls feeling hot as he pounds into your pussy, losing himself in the warmth. you're crying, and it makes him so fucking horny that he squeezes your throat, groaning as he fills your pussy with his cum, fucking it until your poor hole has no choice but to push it out, mingling with your own cum. your breath is a shuddering gasp, that only echoes in the empty haunted house.
you've been fucked so hard that the naturally dark room feels darker, parts of you suddenly remembering the fact that there's people, that you're in public and the memory makes you freeze, as he wipes your pussy down, half using his cum and something like a napkin, or a towel, you're not sure. the door jingles, an indication of another presence, forcing you to yank your clothes on, and he's right behind you, grinning behind his mask, his hands rubbing over your tits while you two hide inside of a closet, your breathing shuddering as you attempt to re-dress yourself in the tight space.
a flashlight illuminates the slightly wet stainless steel table, chains and cuffs laying around. the security guard moved on, the light emitting from the flashlight disappearing from your sight. you have no idea what to say to him, after he gave you dick that good? it's hard to really think, but then you feel the hardness of his mask gently dig into your shoulder, "don't worry. I'll find you." he says, low and throaty, a clear threat, or a promise of something more.
once you leave the haunted house, confused and fucked out of your mind, the coolness of autumn greets you, refreshing the sweat glistening skin, making you stagger to blot your face with napkins, that smell like fry oil and other things. sophia and logan are always in clear sight, the two of them sharing ice cream that could probably feed four but you don't judge. you run up to sophia and hug her tightly, your eyes suddenly feeling watery.
and he watches you from afar.
the bloodlust grows stronger, each day, each kill, each slash of the throat. he loves the way you pretend to act innocent and unaware, the look of doubt in your gaze when questioned about alex's disappearance. the twitch of your fingers when you play with your clothes. he enjoys it all. and he knows he's got you, encasing you in webs, making sure you never leave, like the perfect meal made just for him. you can't get rid of him.
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authors note: hey so.....I know I said I'd post this by Halloween. I lied. I'm actually so grateful for everyone that likes my posts, even though I'm a liar and a lazy writer sometimes </3 and I would say that I've been busy with school, and I have been, but I did have a lot of free time which I spent playing Roblox on :D it's hard to write sometimes. You don't feel as motivated as you used to, but whenever y'all hype me up it makes me want to write more, and like I said, I'm going to be doing newer characters (cod & maybe tlou) and I'm really sorry but I'm out of my anime phase (I have been out of it since a few years ago...). But I hope you freaks enjoy this one !
Could you please do something with Ghostface and any Monster bf?
Your Tentacle Monster bf didn’t really know what the whole deal was over Ghostface or why people were going so wild for them. Especially you, his most precious human. What was so great about a black robe and a mask when you had dozens of tentacles at your disposal that could fill every single one of your holes? Each tentacle has the ability to fuck you absolutely brainless on their slick lengths and yet you go feral over this?
Tentacle Monster bf just doesn’t understand. He stands in the costume shop, a grimace on his face as he fiddles with the plastic bag holding the Ghostface costume. But he plucks it off the rack anyway. He’d do anything for you, and when he saw you like all those videos of other monster bfs getting dressed up as Ghostface, he wanted to be able to give you that too. In fact, he wanted to be the only monster you liked doing someone like this.
He figured it must be a human thing too based on the knowing look the cashier girl at the counter gave him. As she rung up his purchase she kept glancing at him, her grin growing wider. His tentacles wrap around himself more tightly, somehow feeling exposed under the girl’s all-seeing eyes. He quickly grabs his things as she hands him back the costume.
“Don’t forget to have fun with the chase! The fear is the best part,” the cashier girl calls out as he begins to walk out.
Tentacle Monster bf stops short in his tracks. He glances over his shoulders, features drawn tight in confusion. But the girl merely winks before looking down and messing around with the cash register. Just when he thinks he’s figured this whole thing out, a whole other twist comes along to sweep him off his feet.
A chase. Is that why people went so crazy over it? Is that what you wanted from him? A wicked smile begins to overtake his features as he steps out of the shop. He could chase you… Oh, he could definitely chase you. A shiver of anticipation courses through him at the thought.
Standing outside your shared home, your Tentacle Monster bf situates his costume and puts the finishing touches on it beside the mask. He thought it would be best to surprise you with it. It would make it more fun!
Walking up he knocks on the door, not bothering to use his key. He hears no response from you despite knowing you’re home. He knocks again, a little harder this time. This time you call out his name, wondering if he’s lost his keys. He doesn’t answer now but knocks again, even harder. He imagines the tension growing within you, and how it’ll burst into a sea of arousal the moment you see him.
A second later the door swings open, revealing your wary face. Seeing its only your bf, relief starts to pour over your form. That is until you see what your Tentacle Monster is wearing and you pause, eyes widening. Your bf flashes you a grin that all fang.
“Get ready to run, baby,” he growls and slips the mask over his face.
Realization dawns on you quickly and you immediately turn and bolt down the hall. Tentacle Monster bf feels the thrill of the chase shoot down his spine and he snarls as he runs after you throughout the house.
Your body grows hot as you run from room to room. And it isn’t the exorcise but the arousal blossoming and coursing through your veins. Your core pulses with need as you loop around a bend, feeling your bf gaining speed and closing in on you. Letting out a fierce shriek you bolt into the living room. The chilling roar your bf releases as sparks shooting straight down to where you need him most. You don’t know what made your bf do this but god are you glad for it. You always fantasized about being chased but you didn’t know it would be this damn hot.
Just as you’re about to pass the couch, your bfs tentacle shoot out and curl around your ankles. You release a mix of a yelp and a moan as he forcefully swings you onto the couch, the furniture sliding back with the momentum. Tentacle Monster bf growls as he quickly mounts you, ducking his head close to your neck. Your holes clench around nothing as the Ghostface mask invades your space, terror and arousal building higher within in.
Tentacle Monster bf doesn’t say a word and it only makes everything that much more intense. All you can hear are his throaty growls and harsh breaths. More of his tentacle slip past the costume robe and up your legs. Before you can even adjust to the tantalizing sensation, your bf slams, not one, but two of his tentacles deep inside you with a solid stroke. A fierce scream echos off the walls, your back arching as he immediately begins pounding away at you.
Gasps and moans spill from your lips uncontrollably. You weakly try and meet his thrusts but it’s like something’s taken over him as your bf ruthlessly plunges his tentacles as deep inside you as they can go. Your eyes roll back as he keeps adding more, stretching you beyond the limits of what you thought you could take.
Tentacle Monster snarls at you as you keep trying to move. More of his tentacles whip out and wrap around your limbs, pinning them down on the couch. Forcing you to take what he gives you. And you love it. Your body in a constant stats of ecstasy. The never ending pleasure has you shaking as his merciless thrusts bring you closer to the edge.
He continues to pound away into your sloppy hole, the loud squelch of your bodies meeting only turns you on more. When you finally cum on his tentacles, clenching around him tightly, you swear for a moment you see white. A silent scream leaving you. And Tentacles Monster bf just keeps going, working you through one of the most intense orgasms of your life. He follows you in release after a few more erratic thrusts of his tentacles and you moan weakly as you feel them spurt his hot cum deep inside you.
His tentacles stay nestled in deep inside you as he collapses on your spent form. You reach up and carefully slip off his mask, warmth filling you as you can see his face again. Contentment washes over you both as the adrenaline of the chase begins to fade.
“I think I like this human tradition of dressing up in the costumes,” your bf rumbles, his tentacles twitching inside your hole, showing you just how much he likes it.
A soft moan leaves you and his tentacles move around a little more. You can’t help but chuckle, a dazed smile forming on your face as you realize you’re not gonna be going anywhere anytime soon.
