#bottom ghostface

[2kiran]

❛ 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦, 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥, 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐢ó𝐧 ❜ ➖ drb.

pairing: ghostface x reader content: bottom ghostf, top male reader, unspecified m!character, held at knifepoint genre: smut | series masterlist

“Fucking—!” Ghostface sucks in a gasp, the metallic blade gleaming under the narrowed light over your forms. “With something as big as this,” On quivering knees and one gloved hand planted on your abdomen, he lifts. “y’sure know how t–to, oh fuck me—” He drops himself down, his walls clinging to the base of your dick. “—hide it. Bet you like how a killer feels, don’t you? Yeah, you do.”

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. “You like your victim.” You deflect, and he clenches around you to punch out a sharp intake of breath from you. He isn’t doing greatly himself, the bursts of a peeking orgasm building in the pit of his belly setting his mind to a blur.

There’s an itch he’s unable to scratch—one that the head of your cock can only graze and prod. But it isn’t enough. You’re 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. “Haah, fuuuuuck, shut it.” 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 he’d take horrifying amusement in seeing you wounded. Wounded with a brand-like marking, giving you a reminder that you’re his. Ghostface’s man, whether you want the title or not. You’ll be haunted with the glimpse of his dark, tainted robe and that long-lasting expression of screaming.

“That’s right...” he mumbles under his breath, burying his obscured face to the crook of your neck and shoulder. He doesn’t realize he’s already speaking his fantasies, his need for you. He rides you harder, his walls spasming as he’s hit by a familiar warning of a climax approaching. “You’re mine, oohhh shit, this s’all mine.”

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 can’t 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.

[malertop]

!poly Billy Loomis x Stu Macher x Male Reader

FIRST TIME

Gif is not mine!

Stu,Billy and Y/N were secretly dating,Stu Macher was obsessed and overprotective with Y/N just like how much Billy was.Y/N was now in one of Stu's famous parties,Y/N wasn't the type of person to go to party,he liked reading books,study,quite..or otherwise you can just you say he was a big nerd,but that didn't stop Billy and Stu to date him and (love) like him.He owns them,they own him and that should be known.But today the party was different because in this party Stu wanted to lose his virginity to Y/N and he made sure he wanted to as much as possible,he called Y/N and told him to go to his room to find something for him which was obviously a lie but he had to get him in his room so he could have sex with him.Stu just entered his room now and saw Y/N sitting in his bed and when he just made eye contact with Stu,Stu just jumped and started kissing Y/N roughly but with love,a lot of love.As him and Y/N we're kissing Stu started to undress himself,Now Stu was shirtless which confused Y/N by his actions and why he is undressing himself,after 5 more minutes of kissing Y/N finally pulled and said "Stu...Stu..." he said while trying to catch his breath "Why are..are you undressing yourself..and..you took all my breath oh my god" Y/N was still out of breath as Stu watched him with a smirk and while Y/N was taking deep breaths he started stripping Infront of Y/N which just shocked him,now Y/N shocked and Stu naked we're next to each other in his king size bed.

"Y/N you don't know how long I've waited for this" Stu said with a smile while Y/N was confused,shocked and all blushy like a tomato "w-wait what,waited for what?" Y/N said with a confused look while Stu was still smiling and then the smile turned into a smirk "for you to fuck me of course!" Stu said as he turned and now Y/N was facing Stu's ass "please Y/N pull that cucumber out of my pussy~" Stu said with a smirk and Y/N could tell by the way he said it,Y/N then grabbed the little peace of the cucumber that was left and couldn't fit inside of his ass and started to pull out while Stu was kind of moaning,Y/N pulled out the whole cucumber out of Stu's asshole which now was wrecked and very much opened "now it's..it's open just for you...so..so fuck my ass and let me lose my virginity Y/N..please!" Stu started begging as he was also taking his breath while Y/N started to get hard then Stu turned to face the other male who was with him.

Stu looked at him in the eyes and after a second he started to kiss Y/N again,while kissing he grabbed Y/N's hand and started rubbing his fingers all around his ass,teasing him and hiss asshole at the same time and fuck he enjoyed it,after more of the rubbing and Y/N out of breath he stopped and pulled out from the kiss,now he was looking at Y/N and then lay down on his bed and put his legs in the air revealing his pink little asshole "C'mon Y/N" as Stu said that he slapped his hole with his hands and continued to talk "fuck that pink little hole and make it into a mess just like that cucumber made it" Stu slapped his hole again "just let me have that cum of yours" he slapped his hole again "all over my ass and all over it" he slapped his hole "PLEASE Y/N JUST FUCK MY PUSSY DUDE!"

Stu said in a tone that sounded like he was about to cry which obviously he used just to get what he wanted and needed,Y/N just looked at his lover and just couldn't handle it and so he pulled of his pants and underwear leaving himself only with his shirt which revealed his big thick dick which shocked Stu completely then Y/N started getting closer to the male who was smiling,Y/N was now facing the laying Stu face and his ass "C'mon dude,just fuck my cunt with your big...big..big dick" Stu said as Y/N's dick hipnotized him and just after a second Stu's eyes winded up as he moaned "oh fuck!" Stu moaned as Y/N started to enter inside of him.

Y/N was thrusting more and more inside of Stu's ass while Stu was just basically loosing his mind,moaning and begging for Y/N to be faster and Y/N just followed his order "Fuc-Fuck it hurts so good" Stu said as his head fall back from the enjoyment "Fuck that pussy Y/N~" Stu said as his eyes rolled from the enjoyment "fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck,fuck my cunt deep just like that Y/N, of fuck fuck fuck fuck my cunt..oh my fucking cunt!" Stu said as Y/N's dick could have been seen inside of Stu's stomach "Fuck your wrecking me baby..wrecking that boy pussy so bad..so fu-ungh..ungh oh-oh-oh ye-ye-yeah" Stu kept moaning as Y/N was about to cum soon "Stu..Stu I think i will cum" "Cum inside me,make that pussy pregnant Y/N...fuck,make that pussy pregnant with you seed!~" as Stu said this Y/N couldn't help it but cum inside of his asshole while Stu kept moaning feeling Y/N's seed flowing inside for his asshole,but the cum didn't stop and Y/N eyes crossed as he moaned abd took his dick with one hand and pushed out of Stu's ass thinking it would stop but he continued to cum on Stu's ass "oh fuck" Y/N said as his cum finally stopped,Y/N came in Stu's ass,on top his ass and even in Stu's blanket "Fuck...that was amazing" Stu said as his own ass gaped and pushed out Y/N's seed "fuck...Y/N...you ruined my boy cunt...fuck my boy cunt is ruined" Stu said this as a joke,even tho it was and wasn't with a weak voice,he enjoyed every second of it "..You know...Billy wants to lose his virginity too.." Stu said panting as well as an offer and then Billy entered "I am so not walking tomorrow...am i?" Y/N said in a tired voice while Billy was already started to undress him"Nope" Stu said and looked at Billy who smirked while looked at Stu's gaping hole and then looked at Y/N and said "Oh babe..i am just the next Stu~".

[starboye]

starring: ghostface!drew starkey x male reader

request: ghostface/drew starkey x bubble butt fem boy twink: he calls you and he does the iconic ghostface quote but he notices you’re wearing some really tight boxers and knee high socks so he breaks in you do the chase thing, you tried crawling through the doggy door but you get stuck and he rips open your boxes and eats your ass and then fucks you like a slut, then he helps you get out and fucks you all around your house( you wake up to note saying he’ll be back and stuff like that

warnings: smut, cursing, mention of blood, knife, ass eating, dub-con to consensual, breeding kink, stomach bulge, daddy kink, slight degradation, yandere action from drew, threats, stalking

it was supposed to be a normal night, with you finally all alone in your house in some nice underwear and cute socks chilling the night away with movies and snacks, that was until you got a call from some unknown number and picked up the phone "hello" you cheerily answered but the only thing you could hear from the other side was heavy breaths.

you hung up the phone after the person didn't answer and was about to go back too enjoying your movie till you got another call from the same number, this time answering it with a little more aggression "look here i don't know if this is some sick prank but stop calling" you angrily say before hanging up, but the number calls back again.

you were going to ignore it but the rings were driving you insane so you picked up the phone and just when you were about to scream at the person they spoke "what's your favorite horror movie" the man asks in a friendly but eery tone "what" you asked confused by his random question.

"what is your favorite horror film" he asks again, this time in a more flirtatious tone "and why do you wanna know" you inquire now slightly twirling the cord of the telephone around your finger "i dunno just curious i guess" he says and you fail to notice him outside your kitchen window, lightly running his blade over the glass.

"well i guess mine is scream" you chuckle "wow really that's so cliche" the man says and you could hear the smirk on his face "hey don't judge me" you say "i won't i just didn't expect that from someone as flattering as yourself y/n" he laughs making you freeze in your place "h-how do you know my name" you nervously ask looking around your house frantically.

"oh i know everything about you y/n l/n, from where you work, what you do, and even where you live" he eerily says before hanging up the call and banging on your door feircely "come on y/n let me innn" the man yells in a creepy sing songy voice making you panic even more, and fear sets in as he finally breaks the door down.

it creaking open to a man in a ghostface mask with a knife in hand "come to daddy" the man taunts starting a chase around the house, you trying to dodge him by jumping around through the kitchen and living room, smashing a vase across his face in hopes of slowing him down till you saw an exit, the doggy door.

you hurriedly rush towards the doggy door and slide through at first but you lower half gets stuck behind the door as the man recovers and sees you, all stuck with no way out from his coming attack "well what happend here" he teases running the cold metal across the thigh of your leg making you shiver with fear "don't worry prince i'm not gonna hurt you i'm gonna make you feel so good" the man smiles.

"who the fuck are you" you ask "ghostface but you can call me drew" he says taking off the mask to reveal his very attractive face "well mr.drew could you help me i'm really stuck" you say swaying your ass back and forth to lure him in, his hands planting on your ass and you could feel his breath graze your covered ass and just then you kicked his face with your leg.

"son of a bitch" he curses loudly wincing at the pain now in his lip,you try to wiggle out and you almost manage it but drew roughly pulls you back getting you stuck again in the small door way "and just when i was thinking of maybe letting you go too" he says ripping your underwear off leaving your ass out for him and he wastes no time and dives into your ass, licking and lapping at your hole.

his hands kneading your ass like dough and his teeth nipping at the skin of your smooth ass, you whimper out as you struggle to stay focused on how to get out of this situation "shit you taste so fucking good" drew huffs lifting from his assault on your ass before pulling you back into the house making you yelp out, he turns you over on your back and forces you to look at him.

"listen here, i'm gonna fuck you now and if you try to run ima tie you up instead m'kay" he asks, the knife blade at your neck drawing some blood "yes sir" you say scared shitless at this point, he picks you up and sets you on the table, letting his hard on fall out and slap your hole, you whimper at just the feel and sight of the scary man spitting into his hand to lube you both up.

he slides in with some resistance from you but once his hips begin thrusting into you, you become a moaning mess on his cock as the thrust of him jolt your backward on the table but he holds you close by gripping your hips, seeing you very uncomfortable on the table he moves you to the living room floor.

laying you down and resuming his assault on your tight hole, covering your mouth as to not alert the neighbors of this "fuckkk you feel so good, don't i fell so big in you baby" drew asks looking at you with lust fueled eyes, his hips snapping into your ass making it nearly impossible to answer the question with anything other than incoherent babbles.

"look at you already making a mess on daddys cock" drew smirks cockily seeing your messy hole create a cream ring around the base of his dick before you cum with a loud moan, your nails digging into his back leaving scratches through his clothes "such a good botch for me" drew mutters lifting you up onto the couch and fucking you on his cock as the tv plays none other than scream.

"look at that it's your favorite movie right" drew asks directing your clouded attention to the tv which you could barely understand from the dick that was currently stuffing you full "don't blink or you could miss the best part" drew says with a grin as your head rocked back and forth not even paying attention "you just want daddy to fill you up huh, full of all my cum right" he says nuzzling into your neck.

"fuc- yesss daddy i want your cum so... so bad please breed me" you breathlessly huff running your fingers through his hair and gripping them, creating a sting in the mans scalp but he liked it "yeah gonna have you walking around here dripping with all my jizz" drew groans as he feels his climax brewing in him.

"please please mr ghostface i want it so bad" you moan out gripping his hair tighter till he came in you, painting your walls white and spreading your walls even further till you got a little bulge in your stomach from the inflation of his thick cum, him groaning deeply in your ear as he fucks you on his dick, you could feel his cum swirl around in you.

but after that you remember dropping onto the couch unconscious, drew having had left in this ruined state, when you woke up the next morning you thought it was all a dream, till you felt the aching pain in your ass and felt the cum dripping out of you and found a note on the table next to the ghostface mask he wore "i'll be back tonight, leave the back door unlocked and wear something slutty for me" it said.

you knew it wasn't the best idea to fuck someone like him but with the way he had you dumb cock drunk in seconds last night you couldn't resist and went out and bought some nice lingerie for them man and waited ass up for the secret man to arrive, hearing the back door open and shut was all you needed to hear for the heat in you to start rising again.

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©starboye productions

[sytoran]

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟎𝟎𝟕 — 𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘

kinktober day 007 | bimbo!wanda x ghostface!reader

for years on end you've chased sweet revenge. from being your high school bully to the fount of your desires, wanda maximoff is your esteemed salvation and utter demise. today, you plan on taking it all back.

rating ♤ contains explicit smut, 18+

warnings ♤ mentions of violence, self-harm, homophobia, suicide. elements of non-con. read with caution. heterosexual sex (🤢) (it'll be worth it tho i swear)

word count ♤ 2543

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It’s an eerily quiet night in Woodsboro.

Perhaps the odds are falling in your favour, for once. Your black robe gets dragged along the concrete pavement of Elm Street as you silently make your way towards the desired location. The metal handle of the scythe is cool in your hand, and you twirl it around in anticipation.

In the third house on the street, the light in one of the bedrooms is still switched on, and faint noises are emitted from that vicinity.

You approach the window of that bedroom, lurking in the shadows. The sight that greets you is sickeningly fantastic.

In the dimly lit bedroom, a male figure is bent over a female one. He’s entirely undressed, emitting low grunts of pleasure while chasing his own high.

“Shit, Wanda, you feel so good,” the male voice gasps, driving his hips into the young woman with shallow thrusts that could hardly elicit pleasure for her.

A sadistic smirk crawls up on your face behind the mask.

Wanda Maximoff.

She was your high school crush, your unrequited love, your hate-filled vengeance, and now your esteemed salvation.

Ultimately, Wanda was the fount of your desires.

Then, she had been unreachable, completely out of your league, condescending and sadistic towards you. The bratty cheerleader dubbed as ‘Queen Bee’, perched atop the school’s social hierarchy for her parents’ connections and wealth, being waited on hand and foot by just about everyone.

Now, she was lying under that miserable excuse of a high school quarterback, suffering through less-than-mediocre sex.

Who’s the one winning now, sweetheart?

You watch in unbridled glee as Wanda’s disinterested eyes flit across the room. She’s still half-clothed — you don’t take that for granted, a cool gaze gliding over the fragments of her exposed skin, a gaze with an underlying quivering rage to mark the pretty skin up — and she has a blank look adorning her half-illuminated features.

Wanda’s body moves with each of Vision’s thrusts but you can see it in her eyes that she’s not feeling any pleasure, and you grip your scythe a little tighter.

Look at me, pretty girl.

Almost as if Wanda could hear your thoughts, her gaze finally floats towards the window where you’re standing and her entire body stills.

You look back emotionlessly, your ghastly mask facing in her direction, the light of the streetlamps reflecting off your blade. You stare at Vision, then, and your heart rate rises, as it always does, in some kind of sick excitement at the prospect of taking a life.

None the wiser, the blonde man continues to fuck into her, oblivious of the looming danger that is your presence. Wanda’s mouth opens, terror draining the blood in her face, but you merely raise a gloved finger to your lips.

The threat goes unsaid. Wanda squirms under Vision with widened eyes, but she slowly closes her mouth.

Good girl.

It’s second nature for you to pry open the window. You almost scoff at the fact that it’s unlocked. The wind from outside rushes in, and it creates enough noise for Vision to get distracted from what he’s currently preoccupied with.

You look back at Wanda, raising your scythe, and she swallows harshly.

Wanda tugs Vision’s turning head back to her breasts, dragging her fingers over his scalp. “It’s nothing, baby,” she chokes out and looks back at you pleadingly. “Just fuck me.”

You imagine those three words are directed to you, and you can barely conceal your sadistic excitement. It’s lecherous, the way desire swells within your otherwise blase self at Wanda’s breathy little gasps.

You’re now standing tall in the confines of Wanda and Vision’s room. You reside in the corner, and Wanda’s eyes never leave you. Her eyes are wide and dancing with fear, but you swear you’re not imagining the hidden layer of sexual excitement beneath them.

You tilt your head to the side in expectancy, and Wanda looks frightened and confused, devout of understanding.

Stupid little girl.

Using the tip of your blade, you point towards Vision’s desperate form, his back facing you. You can see the embarrassment flush Wanda’s features once she understands your request.

You make an open gesture with your free gloved hand. Go ahead, it reads.

Albeit warily, Wanda wraps her legs around Vision, hands shakily combing through his blonde hair. “You- you can continue, Vis,” she murmurs, locks of hair falling into place. Heartbreakingly gorgeous was what she was.

“Oh- okay,” Vision sounds slightly winded already, stupidly enough. That man should either be on his knees in reverent worship of the threshold between her legs, or substantially rougher to draw out those pathetic little noises. There was no in-between, not with Wanda Maximoff.

Though you much rather preferred the latter, wishing to see Wanda relinquishing all control, Vision instead opts to continue those shallow thrusts as if he’s doing something. You tilt your head in slight boredom as Wanda’s body moves meaninglessly on the bed.

If you were Vision instead…..

To kill or not to kill. Was it really a question, in this situation? Did you have to consider your options, weigh the possibilities, and contemplate using your moral compass, when the answer was so blatantly clear right in front of you?

You’d never felt so alive.

Your heart raced beneath the confines of your earth-bound ribcage, pulsing with the sole need to chase that dopamine rush and adrenaline high. Wanda seems to acknowledge the change in the atmosphere of the room, looking up at you with fearful eyes as you approach the bed.

One step. Two steps.

You could always turn back, and navigate your way back to calmer times with the guidance of the angel on your right shoulder.

That was boring, though.

Three steps. Four steps.

Wanda lets out a choked scream as you raise your scythe. You can smell her fear, taste it, palpable and unyielding and the most delicious kind of terror you’d chanced upon. Her mouth was contorted, probably trying to plead but not being able to find her voice.

In for the kill.

The last thing Vision sees is the stricken look on Wanda’s face, frozen into submission, frantic and desperate, before your glimmering blade strikes.

You plunge your scythe into Vision’s back. The pieces fall into place like a demented symphony: the blade enters right from the centre of his back, and emerges from the front of his chest. Crimson blood spills freely from the wound like a faulty fire hydrant, spraying onto Wanda’s front.

His body falls limp in slow motion, rolling off to the side, leaving you to stare blankly at a completely vulnerable Wanda Maximoff.

“Who-who are— what are you?” Wanda trembles, her voice shaky.

Deathly satisfaction slugs inside of you as you watch her vulnerable form. It was everything you craved, finally getting back at your high school bully.

You remember locking yourself into a dismal bathroom stall, curling up into a ball, tears streaking your face. The jeering taunts of the girls outside had you shaking, but only one voice rings in your head.

“Come out, we wanna have some fun!” Wanda calls out in mock playfulness, and her stupid little giggles has your fury vibrating beneath the surface of your skin. “Coming out for the second time can’t be harder, right?”

That was just one of the many times Wanda had made your life a living hell.

“Don’t worry your pretty little head about it,” you answer, the mechanical voice changer inside your mask giving you a robotic tone that was humanly unrecognizable.

Wanda doesn’t seem at all eased by your dismissive response, and opens her mouth to retaliate, but she freezes when you raise the scythe again.

This time, you’re not seeking bloodshed. Instead, you let the sharp tip of the blade run across her bare skin, not hard enough to draw blood but firm enough to raise goosebumps.

Wanda swallows as she realizes she’s still completely naked in a room with her dead boyfriend and a cold-blooded murderer.

“Stop, please,” Wanda breathes shakily, her heart rate rising even further as your blade runs over her stomach. The cold metal sends tingles throughout her body, all the way south to between her legs.

“Oh, you want me to stop?” You ask with faux sympathy, the scythe stilling right above her cunt. A smirk washes over your face behind the mask as Wanda clenches her thighs shut.

No, a tiny voice in the back of her mind says. But that would be completely absurd and immoral, so Wanda nods hesitantly. “Stop, please.”

You pause, seemingly entertaining the idea of actually stopping. You can see from Wanda’s eyes that she’s been lulled into a false sense of security, as your blade relaxes against her skin.

But then your free gloved hand forces its way into the threshold between her legs, and Wanda lets out the most pathetic squeal.

“If you want me to stop then why’re you so fucking wet?” you growl heatedly, right next to her ear, two fingers easily sliding past her damp folds and sinking inside.

Wanda mewls at the intrusion, eyes going wide as your thick fingers stretch out her cunt. She’s embarrassingly wet, coating your fingers with slick, staring up into emotionless eyes.

Then it hits her that she shouldn’t be liking this, and Vision’s dead body was on the floor, and the stench of blood was invading her nostrils.

Tears prick at her eyes as she claws at your wrist, mouth wanting to voice out her disdain but only moans fall out. Your fingers are deliciously thick as they plunge into her sodden cunt, the fabric of your gloves adding to her simulation.

Yet, you’re unnerved by Wanda’s sharp nails digging into your skin, and then the cold metal of your scythe is taut against her neck.

“Try anything like that again and I’ll slice your pretty little neck off.”

Wanda gasps, and she feels so dirty because your filthy words cause another gush of arousal to flood her pussy. You, of course, notice it, and you press the blade a little harder.

Wanda chokes out a breath, because if her neck moved even a millimeter further you would draw blood. It’s so sick, but she’s so wet, and you’re the devil reincarnate.

You remember the blood on your arm as you held an army swiss knife in the other hand. You were shaking, shuddering, as Wanda stared at you with a crazed look in her eyes.

“I didn’t ask you to cut yourself, stupid litle bitch,” she barks out, staring at the blood dripping down your arm. You’d do it again for her. “You’re insane, fuck.”

“Fucking little slut, yeah?” you grunt, curling your fingers harshly inside her tight walls. Wanda’s teeth sinks into her lower lip to prevent more embarrassing sounds from escaping, but you don’t seem to like this.

You use the blade to tilt her chin up so her eyes are level with yours. “Asked you a question,” you say dangerously. “So you fucking answer.”

Wanda shouldn’t like this, she knows, but there’s something so alluring about your mask and your commandeering demeanor.

“Yes,” she responds tentatively with teary doe-eyes that are oh so pitiful. “Y-yes, I’m a… slut.”

“Mhm. Good girl,” you approve, and then your hands finally start moving again. Wanda keens at the praise with a helpless buck of her hips.

As if sensing her inner turmoil, you greedily push another finger against the opening of her dripping cunt. Wanda’s high-pitched moan turns into a breathy gasp.

“I- I can’t—”

“You will.”

Wanda sobs, three thick and gloved fingers stretching out her pussy. You’re merciless in the way you explore her sodden pussy, finding her sweet spots all too easily.

“Better than your asshole of a boyfriend?” you ask, already knowing the answer. Each of your calculated thrusts fills her up perfectly, and her velvet walls clench around you so tight.

“Y-yes! Please, more—”

Like you’ve flicked a switch, your gloved hand jackhammers into her sodden pussy so fast and so hard that Wanda can only let out the wettest, filthiest, little ‘uh’ sounds with every thrust.

“Oh, God, I’mna come,” Wanda mewls, rutting her hips against your palm in a devoted search of her ever-closening high. Sensations are flying all over her body, and Wanda’s head helplessly loll to the side.

“I know,” you respond smugly. Seeing your fated enemy unravelling before your very eyes brought a different kind of satisfaction, something so toxic and poisonous but so rewarding.

“Come like the little fucking slut you are,” You spit in the most degoratory tone known to mankind. You move the smooth metal part of your scythe to press against Wanda’s hardened bud, and that last sensation has her coming undone.

Wanda arches up against you with a broken cry escaping her throat, pebbled nipples pressing against the cold metal of your scythe.

Her hands twist into the fabric of the bed she once laid in with her boyfriend, but now her heated cunt was chasing your thick and talented fingers.

“Oh, fuck! Please, please, please, oh God, please—”

You drown in the filthy moans Wanda lets out, eyes burning in glorious victory. You grip her hips like it’s a forsaken altar, forcing her to choke on that pleasure and go to hell with it.

The pleasure, in question, is overwhelming, nothing like Wanda had ever experienced, lighting up every one of her nerves. Her body was alight, whipping flames tearing at the cruel night sky.

You bask in Wanda’s shaky breathing as she comes down from her high. You want to keep her vulnerability and lock it in a jar, hang it on your bedroom wall like a prized possession.

As Wanda regains her senses, you decide it’s time for the final piece of your grand plan to fall into place.

Slowly, you take off the mask that gave you the identity as Ghostface. You shake the hair out of your face, and Wanda’s breath constricts in her throat.

“Y-Y/N?” she chokes out, and you can see the million little things that flit through her mind.

The bullying. The boyfriend. The blood. All her fault.

You remember standing at the ledge of a very tall building, cold wind whipping in your hair. You remember thinking about Wanda’s poisonously breathtaking face, wondering whether she was worth it. You remember thinking that falling would be easier than seeing her again.

“My beloved,” you whisper with a deathly smile. “I hate you. Every cell of my being screams with burning rage for you. I hate you, I hate you, I hate you.”

You may have lost the battle, but you won the war.

No one could ever know your identity. How you had been spending the past years running around Woodsboro as Ghostface, killing all traceable contacts to Wanda Maximoff. Clawing back your dignity back piece by piece.

And it had all led up to this very moment.

Wanda can’t even tear the petrified scream out of her throat in time, before you raise your scythe again, for the last time.

“Goodbye, my beloved.”

A shining blade and crazed eyes are the last thing she sees before her final demise.

Two can keep a secret if one of them is dead.

GUYS I THINK THIS MIGHT BE IN MY TOP 3 FAV KINKTOBER FICS I'VE WRITTEN..... reblog? pretty please? ☹️

fun fact: i've never watched any of the scream movies HAHA i'm just writing based off what i have in my head. (let me know how i did!)

@33-mrvl i know u were looking forward to this one, hope i did good 😉

kinktober masterlist || main masterlist

[braindead-eli]

group of guy friends and the ghostface fantasy ? OHHH YEAH 😵‍💫

maybe being told by one friend that it’s only him in a ghostface mask hunting you down tonight, you giggle as he follows you home because he’s so obvious as he follows behind

getting a phone call as you walk up to your door, answering the phone and flirting with the distorted voice on the other line, you laugh and turn to see your friend isn’t on the phone. you freak out knowing you’re talking to another ghostface.

you rush inside and lock the door, checking doors and windows to find your back door is open and all five of the big knives are missing from the kitchen

fuck- you don’t know if you’re terrified that you’re being watched by five men that you can’t see or even more turned on, how long were they planning this?

you can’t think on it for too long before you’re grabbed from behind and a knife is held to your throat, one of your friends behind you as the other four reveal themselves all from different areas of your house

suddenly you hear that lovely distorted voice of your best friend again

“are you going to be good for us?”

(obviously this is cnc, heavy on the consent part of that and obviously there was a crazy amount of aftercare)

[trashartgalleries]

Why do people not like bottom male reader content bro!!!!!

WHY DO YOU PEOPLE WANT TO TOP ALL THE TIME?!?!?!?!?!?

WHY WON'T YOU ALLOW ME TO HAVE A PENIS; I ALREADY HAVE A VAGINA?!!?!??

I TIRE OF FILLING THE VOID!!!! 😭

[l1tw1ck]

Fucking a Killer

Masc Reader (Top/Bottom Specified individually, All have Top Reader some have Bottom Reader)

Michael Myers, Ghostface, Dewey Riley, I got very lazy

this has been in my drafts for toooo long

General CW: Canon Typical Content

Michael Myers

sub reader, choking

🔪 You were his last victim of the night, he had you held you up against the wall and choked you. The only reason you survived was because you accidentally moaned. And it wasn't a moan of pain nor agony, it was a moan of pleasure. You wanted more. And he gave you just that

Sub Top: Michael bounced on your cock viciously, low and breathy moans leaving the mouth gap of his mask as he choked you. You're already on your third round, the both of you are beyond horny for each other. The knowledge that you could die at any moment if he forgets to let go exhilarated the both of you. Michael squeezes your neck tighter as he comes, in turn causing you to come deep inside him again

Sub Bottom: Michael gripped your neck as he rammed into you over and over, groaning lowly as he indulges in a pleasure he'd never thought he'd receive. He thanks everything good that he chose you as his victim. The sounds you let out only served to spur him on, even when you started slapping his arms for air, he kept on fucking you until he came. You survived, thankfully

Ghostface

(imagine whoever you want)

NTR/Cucking/Cheating, Dub-Con

🔪 You were looking forward to a call from your friend, so you didn't even think to check the number when you answered the phone. You soon found out he'd kidnapped your partner, had them tied to a chair in your backyard, and rather than asking questions, he showed up behind you in just the ghost mask and boxers. The rest of the costume likely tossed somewhere nearby.

He promised you your partner'll live if you fucked him, and you believed him. He encouraged you to play with his nipples, letting out whorish moans that could be heard from outside the glass. At some point, you started to really get into it, occasionally spanking him and nibbling on the exposed flesh of his neck. Your partner watched dreadfully as you fucked the killer to his completion, multiple times. The three of you doubted you'd ever want to go back to your partner after this. The sight of your cock bulging through his stomach made them wish they were dead. They got their wish eventually

Dewey

top ghostface reader, dubcon, choking

🍩 As one of the new serial killers, it's a given you'd end up face to face with a cop. Normally, you'd just kill whoever gets in your way, especially a law enforcer, but this guy's just too cute to kill.

You stand behind him, your hand wrapped around his throat with your cock buried deep inside him. He looks down and moans at the sight of your cock pushing in and out of him, a bulge showing through his tattered uniform. He starts to feel lightheaded, moaning impurely as he gets pounded by the person he's been hunting down for ages. Dewey never thought he was into having sex with a murderer until now, until he came hard on your thick length and begged for more.

[aglitchysylveon]

Sooooo I got bored and doodled more of the crazy horror movie boy, so enjoy him you simps/j

[2kiran]

𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌, 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋, 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐈Ó𝐍 ⟢ S.K.A.

STATUS: ON-GOING

༒︎ spotify. masterlist. version ao3.

𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒 begin to drastically rise, all directed at the same criminal on the loose. You’ve unfortunately caught the attention of that killer infamously known as ‘Ghostface’, a silent stalker who’s been on your tail for months. You should’ve been dead along with the other victims, mocked, and then forgotten. When he proposes a deal, however, you have no choice but to accept it. It’s simple: You fuck him good or you die.

PAIRING: unspecified!ghostface x reader

CONTENT WARNINGS: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT / DUBCON, explicit nsfw, switch bottom ghostf, top male reader, m!ghostf, porn with plot, stalking, coercion, heavy descriptions of death & violence, original cast but billy and stu aren’t mentioned. warnings are included in every chapter.

SETTING: scream 1996-2000 | all characters are 21+

⨳ trailers. haunted

⛧❞ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝟏: L.A.Y.L.A.M. ⇢ 𝟏.𝟏

Release Date: August 24, 2024

this series belongs to © 2kiran 2023. do not use the dividers, warning headers, copy, repost, modify, or translate any uploads. I do not own the GIFS, character images, or the Netflix frame.

[ghostyzface]

⋆𐙚 ₊ Michael Myers Pfps ° ⊹

[leonscreams]

T4T worship 🍆💦

Full 2 minute video can be found on https://justfor.fans/LeonScreamsxxx

[notoriouslygoodgirl]

Ok but guys who dress up as Ghostface for Halloween >>>>

Gosh they're always so fucking hot 🤤

[rupertholmes]

this was the entry for december, who can you recognize? its not all ocs

[caninate]

Everytime Danny Johnson is drawn with a big nose and tan skin, an angel gets its wings

[trashartgalleries]

I don't normally (never) do this for fanfics, but I wrote a Ghostface x Male!Reader thing on ao3

Fair warning: it might be mid as hell and poorly written, but i did my best

If you're into that then check it out: House Cleaning Mayhem! - 3at_my_4ss - Scream (Movies) [Archive of Our Own]

[yandereloveraw]

Do not be fooled by Xanny's violently protective and sadistic tendencies. This man is a complete bottom that will crumble under your mere touch. If caught by you, he will not put up a fight. He'll be begging to please you instead. I highly recommend tying him up to your bed and using whatever toys you have available on him. You could also leave and return to him still being a writhing, pleading mess, which is a very nice sight.