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sturnlsstuff · 3 months ago

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MASK ON 2 | ghostface!matt x fem!reader

— warnings: smut (with plot? kinda), dom!matt, sub!reader, eating pussy, face riding, public, creampie, crying, dirty talking, pet names, cursing, mentions of murder, mdni

— a/n: soooo... this is a long one. enjoy xx

part one | part three

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two weeks. two full weeks since it happened. with each passing day you wondered if it was real or maybe if you had imagined it. the killings stopped, people started to think that maybe the case had ended by itself and they were finally safe and free from the psycho ghostface killer. how naive.

the first night after, you couldn't sleep thinking of what happened and how you liked it, knowing you shouldn't. you shouldn't have evem let him in, but god. it was the best sex you've ever had. it fulfilled all of your fantasies. but he didn't call again, you haven't heard from him since that day, thinking maybe he got what he wanted and just disappeared. it should make you happy, he stopped killing innocent people and you also were... safe.

two days after, you found the camera he put in your room and decided to ruin it, so he couldn't watch you anymore. three days after, you came back to school after the weekend and acted natural as if your mind wasn't spinning with thoughts of him. few more days and you started being more chill, the weird feeling in your chest slowly leaving you. you really thought it was the end and you won't meet him ever again. yet the marks he left on your neck reminded you of him every day while trying to cover them with makeup, until eventually one day you noticed they were gone and sighed with relief. it's not like you didn't want to see him again, but that was the smartest option. you constantly remind yourself that you have no idea who this man is, that he literally murders people.

meanwhile matt was going insane. he noticed that you found one of his cameras and he couldn't watch you in your room anymore. but the satisfaction filled him when he realized you had no fucking clue about the camera in your bathroom. thats how he kept watching you. why was he silent? he didn't really know at first, just tried to process that he finally had you, and it was the best thing that ever happened to him. he couldn't get your noises out of his mind, your eyebrows knitted together, mouth slack opened and how fucking beautiful you looked while cumming on his dick. it was making him hard just by the memory of this. all he knew was that he wanted more.

thanks to the camera in your bathroom, matt found out about your... friend. while you were cleaning your toilet, you were talking to your bestfriend on the phone, about what you did the day before and with whom. matt literally broke his goddamn computer after hearing that. how could you even look, even think of any other guy when matt was the one who made you feel so good?? did this guy make you feel better? did he make you cum harder, be louder? matt couldn't stop thinking about it, he needed this to stop. to end this nightmare.

it was around 8pm, you were laying down on your bed reading a book when your phone buzzed. seeing the guy's name you hooked up recently with, you pick up.

"miss me already?" you ask smiling. it's not like you had any big plans with him, he was just good looking and... kept your mind busy, so you didn't think about that night two weeks ago. but instead of his voice, there's a low, hoarse laugh on the other end of the phone.

"oh, you have no idea, sweetheart."

you sit up immediately, goosebumps appearing on your body, your heart pounding like crazy right now. you would recognize this voice anywhere, it was printed in your brain since you two...

besides, no one else call you "sweetheart".

"w-what... how..."

"your friend borrowed me his phone. pretty nice of him, don't you think? though i'm not sure if he will need it anymore."

"what-- what do you mean by that?!" you could feel it. the fear taking over your body. did he do something? did he...

"meet me in the park nearby and you might find out." his voice was calm, maybe a bit too much. he was making you shiver, but you tried your best to keep your composure.

"why the fuck would i do that?"

"easy there." he murmurs, but he didn't sound as if he was annoyed. "if you wanna know, meet me by the fountain in 10. don't be late."

"but—

"tic tac, sweetheart." the call ends, leaving you concerned. it wasn't the best idea to go there but why wouldn't you? If he wanted to do something to you, you'd be dead a long time ago. he had plenty of opportunities to do so. you weren't afraid of him but of the unknown, not really knowing what to expect. nevertheless, you quickly pulled your hoodie over your head and quietly, making sure your parents won't hear anything, slipped out the window, finding yourself in a dark park ten minutes later. the park was not unknown to you, you came here many times with your parents when you were younger, and now every now and then you found yourself on one of the many benches that were here, together with your bestfriend to gossip and have a cigarette.

the old fountain was at the end of the park, in a place where no one usually went. you walked along the way there with your heart pounding in your chest, slowly starting to have doubts. earlier, when you left your room, you didn't think much, just wanted to find out why he had the other guy's phone. but now, walking down the alley in complete silence broken only by the sound of leaves blowing in the wind, you started being hesitant.

you finally got there and looked around, only one streetlamp that didn't illuminate much so every shadow you saw made you feel crazy. it made you feel like you were paranoid, but you waited, another ten minutes passed and you were ready to go back home when suddenly the sound of a branch breaking made your heart jump into your throat and look around, though you didn't notice anything special. cursing under your breath, you picked up a medium-sized stone from the ground, clutching it in your hand. just in case. you looked around again and that's when a low voice broke the silence, coming from behind you.

"gonna kill me with that rock?" a strangled scream leaves your mouth and you turn around, ready to attack the stranger. you swing but that's when you see who that was. it was him. you freeze, words stucking in your throat, the only thing you feel at this moment is the strong beating of your heart, when he is standing a few feets away from you. if not the ghostface mask, he would be barely visible, being dressed all in black again. "i suggest you to put that down."

slowly lowering your hand, you drop the stone back to the ground, accompanied by a quiet noise. stress begins taking over your body as you understand the position you are in. you were not far from home, it's true, but no one comes to this specific part of the park. no one would be really able to hear you either. matt knew it while you were completely oblivious until now. you keep looking at the man, almost waiting for his next move and noticing that he doesn't have his knife with him today. good sign?

"you ain't gonna start screamin', are ya?" his voice was dripping with irony.

"depends on what you'll do." your voice is a bit too weak for your liking, what doesn't go unnoticed by matt. a little smirk appearing on his face under the mask as he takes a few steps closer, but still keeping his distance. for now.

"hm, got a few ideas.." he hums, tilting his head to the side. you came to a conclusion that his mask looked a hundred times scarier in this situation, than when he was having it on in your room two weeks ago. "you're brave. coming here to meet me."

"what, didn't think i would?" a little frown appears on your face as you cross your arms over your chest.

"nah, i knew... i did..." he murmurs. seeing you again was making his control slipping away already, the way you looked so damn pretty even in the dark. the light from a nearby lantern highlighting your face features, the only thing annoying him was that he couldn't see much of your body since you had some sweatpants and a hoodie on. it crosses his mind that this needed to be changed quickly.

you take a deep breath, speaking up with too much confidence, trying to convince you both that his presence doesn't scare you and... excite you at the same time. "i found the camera in my room. you're sick."

"i'm sick?" he repeats, a low chuckle escaping his lips as he comes closer. "you weren't sayin' that when my dick was inside you. actually you couldn't really speak with my hand around your—"

"i remember." the small sliver of courage you had felt before, leaving you as you interrupt him mid-sentence. the memory of that night appearing in your mind. deciding it's not time for a conversation like this, you clear your throat, asking "-- why did you want me to come here? and how did you get this phone..."

"wouldn't think you need other's guy dick after that night. makes me wonder... i haven't left you unsatisfied, so what was the point of meeting with that douchebag?" you swallow realizing that he knew too much than you wanted him to.

"how do you know this..."

"that shouldn't be your concern now." he brushes a strand of hair from your face, sending a shiver down your body. "in my opinion you tried to replace me with him."

"in my opinion your ego is too big." the words accidentally slip from your mouth, making matt's smirk grow. you amused him.

"the last time you been sayin' something else was too big." his hand grabs your jaw, forcing you to look at him, he wonders how you would act if he was without his mask. but it's not happening. "and talkin' to me like that? you either really dumb or brave." he hisses through his teeth. the way he talks to you, as if he is annoyed but intrigued at the same time, affects you more than you'd like to admit. his touch brings back another memory of his hand squeezing your throat in the same way, while his cock was buried deep inside your pussy. your body was reacting against your logic, the situation you found yourself in was terrifying, but his closeness and the way he was acting, sent a wave of heat between your legs. "you should use those pretty lips for somethin' else than talkin' back to me."

"i'm good at every field." you answer before thinking once again, but it hits matt intensely, his pants slowly growing tighter and more uncomfortable.

he lets out a groan. "careful sweetheart. i might have to find out myself." his hand lets go of your jaw and he takes one more step closer, now completely being in your personal space, his chest pressing against yours. you have to look up at him since he's taller, towering over you now. "you have no fear, do you? i could easily kill you right now."

"you promised not to hurt me." you repeat his own words he said two weeks ago in your bedroom. matt is surprised you even remembered that, he obviously didn't want to do anything to you, but the way you were believing him just because of one hook up was a bit insane to him. he hoped you weren't so stupid in other things in life. he hums, "so you trust me then, huh?"

"not even a bit." you say honestly, making him chuckle. of course. "but if you were about to kill me, i'd be dead already."

"only stupid characters in poor horror movies say some shit like that. they usually are proven wrong." he's amused by your confidence, it makes him turned on and being more attracted to you.

"we aren't in a movie." you mutter, it doesn't go unnoticed by matt how shaky your voice had become. you had a little fear in you, but it was overpowered by need. this goddamn mask was messing with your head, making your mind go blank.

"you look like the type of girl to be in a sequel." the smirk coming back into his face and in one quick movement, matt grabs your hips and pins you to the tree next to you two. the light of the street lamp didn't reach here, so you were hidden in the shadow, no one would be able to see you even if they wanted to. matt knew no one is gonna come here that late at night and especially to this part of the park, so he decided to be a little risky. "close your eyes."

you huff, adrenaline rushes through your body. "for what? you to disappear again?" a dry laugh rumbles through matt's chest, his hands gripping your hips tighter as he mutters, "stop bein' a smartass and do what i say." with a frustrated sigh, your eyes flutter shut, making matt smile. he wasn't really sure about what he's about to do, he was actually afraid, but all he could think about is how good you must taste. the kiss you two shared that night, even if it lasted just for a second, the feeling of your lips hadn't left him since. with a deep breath he takes off the ghostface mask, causing a feeling of insecurity in his body, he was a completely different person without it. he felt like that shy version of himself again who couldn't be funny or make a move while talking to you at that party when he first saw you. but regardless, he swallowed all his fears and pressed the mask into your hand, a frown appearing between your eyebrows as you felt the material.

"d-don't...." he immediately says when he notices you wanted to open your eyes. "keep 'em closed f'me, a'ight?" licking his lips, he shamelessly stares at your face, your perfect features. and those lips... those big plump lips, god, you were driving him crazy. you nod, keeping your eyes shut as you ask, "is that... what did you put in my hand?"

"my mask." his fingers trails over your jaw, making the goosebumps appear on your skin once again. your back scraping against the rough bark as his face is inches away from yours, his breath is heavy, coming in short, heated bursts tickling your skin. his body pinning you in place, and a thrill shoots through you as his hand snakes up to your neck, caressing your throat with a touch that's both gentle and possessive. "but.. why... uh, so you're without it?" you stumble over your words, but matt is quick to shut you up, "jus' stop talkin' so goddamn much." he crashes his lips against yours. the feeling sends a shiver down your spine, you were able to taste his lips once again and for longer this time. at first the kiss was gentle, but matt was too desperate, the same feelings accompanied him as those in your room. his hand on your neck tightens, pulling you closer, his now hard dick brushing against your thigh, stealing a quiet whine from you. being able to hear you again, matt feels his control slipping away pretty quickly, starting exploring your mouth with his tongue. his hand on your hip tightening, his fingers pressing into your flesh as he kisses you more urgently now, as if he was afraid you might disappear. the heat pooling in your chest and pussy makes you more needy with each second.

"s-shitt.... wait...." you mutter between kisses, making matt frown but he continues kissing you. "hold on—" he hears you repeating again, so he breaks the kiss, trying to catch his breath, leaning his forehead against yours. "what?" he asks confused.

"it's just... we're in public--"

"who the fuck cares?" he hums, making sure your eyes are still closed and his lips move down to your neck, blazing a hot trail across your skin, making you gasp softly.

"we aren't... supposed to be doin' that—" matt grins hearing your words and he mutters against your skin, "and who said that? relax, sweetheart, it's late at night, no one comes to this part of park anyway..." his teeth nipping your skin as he marks you, claiming as his. your fingers automatically tangles in matt's hair while his hands move up under your shirt. "i need... to taste you... right fuckin' now—"

have you lost your mind? probably. but it was already obvious. that's why you gave him a small nod and matt's hands began pulling your sweatpants down to your knees. the urge to open your eyes, to see him, it's all getting too much but you grab onto the last bit of control you have and leave them closed. your underwear follows your pants, matt is already on his knees in front of you, his eyes are fixated on you as he runs his finger over your slippery folds. "fuckkkk... all this f'me already?" he smirks, "so soaked..."

you tremble at the feeling of his finger, spreading your legs more, light gusts of wind against your heat making you shiver. "gonna be a good girl f'me and promise to keep those pretty eyes closed?" he asks looking up at you, starting to kiss up your inner thigh. "y-yes." your answer isn't enough for him, he stops just above your dripping entrance, his breath tickling your skin and making you squirm. "promise." he repeats.

"fuck, i promise! i promise, okay? just—" the desperation in your tone, he doesn't have to hear it twice. suddenly you feel his tongue, at first it's just a slight lick as if he was testing the waters, but it was enough to make you lose your mind. his tongue drags lazily through your folds, before he whispers, "oh shit, you taste so fuckin' good..." that's the only thing you hear before he literally starts attacking your pussy with his mouth, like something just snapped inside him, he got immediately addicted. moans escaping you, his fingers digging into your hips keeping you in place while his mouth moves along your folds, his nose perfectly rubbing onto your clit.

"oh— ohhh my...." your fingers tangle in his hair, the movement makes him moan softly against you as he looks up at you, feeling the precum leaking from his tip began to make a small wet stain on his jeans. it was heaven to have you like this. his dreams coming true. he desperately licks the slick out of you, not wanting to miss anything. "mmmm, fuck—" he mutters between licks as you breathing gets heavier. "taste like a fuckin'.... candy... my favorite candy...." his words blur as your ears start to ring because of the overwhelming pleasure. your hips starts slighty moving on their own, as whines and moans leave your lips.

matt can hear the way you're responding to his actions, the sounds you're making and the way you're moving. it only fuels his desire for you even more, as he's determined to make you feel as good as possible. he moves his tongue over you, flicking and swirling around. "mhmm, you like that, sweetheart??"

"please-- oh my god..." gripping the mask in your hand tighter, you move your hips against him again, what doesn't go unnoticed by him. "yeah, thaaat's it—" he watches the pleasure on your face, it only makes him harder by the sounds coming from your mouth, but tonight he wanted to please you. "--ride my face... just like that-" his warm tongue moves through your pussy, swiveling onto your clit and sucking on it, making you screech. "fuck! i— oh--" you stutter as you start desperately grinding your hips against his face, your hand twisting in his hair only makes him more determined, as he continues lapping up your juices, a quiet groan leaves his lips at the way you taste.

"holy fuck— please--" the mask falls from your grasp onto the ground and your other hand grabs his hair, as you begin to speed up the movement of your hips, your head tilting back and your skin occasionally brushing against the hoarse tree bark. "yeahh—" his words are muffled by your movements. "can't get enough of you.... mmm, s'good... all for me—"

matt laps at your clit, your legs starting to tremble as your stomach drops over and over again, "i can't..." you whine desperately, grinding against him harder, the tip of his tongue darting onto your swollen bud. "oh... 'm close—"

"thaaaats it, cmon, sweetie..." slurps and flicks of his tongue echoing through the quiet park, your loud moans and curses mixed with his groans, as he feels you clench around his tongue, his fingers gripping your hips so tight it leaves marks. your mouth dropping wide open, the knot in your stomach releasing as you let out a scream, feeling tears coming down your face. matt was watching you as your hips stuttered, he helped you grind against his face some more so you could fully ride out your orgasm. more juices linger down onto his tongue, he desperately licks every drop, his eyes rolling back from the pleasure, "oh my god..."

stopping your movements completely, your body slowly relaxes as he kisses your bud, pulling away from you and opening his eyes again to see your flushed face. "you're so fuckin' sexy... tasting so good.." you let go of matt's hair when he slowly gets up from the ground. "wanna know how fuckin' sweet you are?" you don't even have the strength to respond, all you feel is his now messy hair caressing your face as he pulls you into a kiss, slowly moving his lips against yours, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. you could feel his wet chin against yours meaning your juices being all over it. "made me so goddamn hard..." he groans against your lips, breaking the kiss, his heavy breathing mixed with yours. you felt so tempted to just open your eyes, to see the face of a guy who makes you feel as good as nobody else but you can't.

he looks at your face one last time before he picks up his mask from the ground and puts it on his face. it was so different, so better, seeing you with his own eyes and not through this fuckass mask, but it was necessary. "you can open your eyes." still recovering from the intense release, your eyes flutter open just as he gently pulls up your underwear and sweatpants. his mask is on again, making you feel a hint of disappointment, you had a small hope that maybe he would let you see his face, but no. "made you speechless, huh?" you don't have to see his face to know the smirk on his face.

"n-no i just... damn" you mutter making him chuckle, barely being able to stand on your shaky legs, so you lean against the tree for support. matt brushes a strand of hair from your face, still frustrated and turned on, but he didn't have time for anything more right now. his goal today was to make you understand that no other man could give you as much pleasure as he did. he wanted you to become as addicted as he was to you, for you to be crawling back to him for more everytime.

"was he able to make you feel like this?" matt tilted his head to the side as you frown, realizing what he was asking about, and you shake your head. but there was one thing you needed to know, "did you..."

he knew what you were about to ask, it made his smile widen and he took one step closer, pulling the phone out of his pocket and waving it in front of your eyes. the crease between your eyebrows widens as you look at the phone. "where does this awful taste in men come from?"

"what?" you ask confused as he shoves the phone into your hand, "you were just a bet for him. all of this is in his messages." the switch in his tone didn't go unnoticed by you, matt starts feeling the same annoyance he felt when he found out about this. the fact that anyone would even think of doing something like that to you was pissing him off. "check yourself."

your eyes move from him to the phone as matt continues, "such a sweet girl yet the guys you pick suck."

"yeah, you don't say." there's a hint of sarcasm in your tone as you stare at the phone. "how did you know about him...?"

matt just smiles, running his thumb over your lower lip, drawing your attention back to him. that look you give him, even in the dark, the way your eyes sparkle... he was going feral for you.

"jus' look what he was sayin' about you. i had to kill him." he starts backing away slowly, his eyes still on you, "no one messes with my girl."

you keep opening and closing your mouth, too stunned to speak as you watched him moving away and after a while he disappeared around the corner. you wanted to call after him, ask him questions but... you stared at the place where he disappeared, still feeling his lips on you, the way he touched you, and now leaving you with... dissatisfaction.

you craved more.

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cythena · 9 months ago

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‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ CLOSER

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ " i just can't leave you alone "

synopsis . . . choso is so infatuated with the shy girl from his forensics class. his hobbies outside of school make it so easy to get to know more about her but he just wants to get closer to her.

warnings . . . college au, ghostface!choso, reader is very sick in the head, dubcon, dark content, reader has longish hair but the texture can be in whatever way you want, breeding, slapping, hair pulling, bdsm (not with reader), choking, breaking n entering, stalking, porn, choso is a huge creep, voyeurism

notes . . . 2.7k words, 10 minute read, a little longer than usual. this is not not sum light but iykyk. so proceed with caution if you're concerned.

his eyes are attached to every movement you make. it could be anything. you clicked your pen, your head slightly tilting to the left, your sigh after glancing at the clock. he noticed it all. he loved it. it was the way he passed his time at 10 in the morning. unfortunately, this was the only avaliable time for this class but fortunately for choso, it was the same time you picked.

you were a dream; pouty lips and doe eyes fit your soft face. then he could drag his eyes down to your chest, admire your waist, and fantasize about your hips. he had an hour of time with you, albeit a table away from you, but still. for an hour, he memorized every feature he could to save later for his sketchbook.

he would arrive early just to see you walk in, and sometimes you would walk past his seat. on those days, he would catch a whiff of your delicate perfume. it was sweet vanilla, soft. you'd think it would fit you. you looked very sweet, with your hair styled with bows and a large collection of skirts. your voice rose in pitch whenever your existence was acknowledged by others.

but choso's seen you. he's really seen you — in such a raw state that no one had the faintest clue about it. you're very forgetful, leaving your curtains open like you wanted him to watch. you were such a tease. your room was true to your aesthetic. he watched you open up your sanrio decorated laptop and settle into your lush bed. from his angle, he could see the screen with you.

you leaned against your pillows as your fingertips moved naturally to a website. the sight excited him to the core and he started spinning his various rings around his fingers. he wasn't dumb, he knew you would get lonely. but he wasn't sure what site you were on. nevertheless, he was so interested in what softcore video caught your eye. you weren't into the dirty stuff. you liked it clean, amateur for sure.

to his surprise, your video was nothing of the sort. a masked man pulled on the bare girl's chain. her skin was red and dripping. a grin spread across her lips as the huge man slapped his cock on her face. your hand was already between your legs. your pajama top had the first few buttons popped open while your other hand palmed your tit.

choso's cock hardened at the view. your lips parted as you played with yourself. he was eager to join you, but he stopped himself — forced himself to burn the moment into his memory. the priceless sight needed to stay with him forever.

the woman and the video was tossed onto the bed. the camera propped in front of her face but a majority of the man was visible. his upper body towered over her as a large hand left bright marks onto her ass. her face contorted in pleasure. choso wondered how your face really looked now. he wanted to hear your sounds.

your thighs clenched together around your hand. your shoulders caved in and your entire body shook. choso's breath quickened. the man in the video wrapped his hand around her neck. he yanked her against his chest while keeping her pinned by the waist.

you quickly pressed a hand over your mouth while your eyes shut. chills racked through choso's spine. he wasn't sure he blinked until you were settled in your bed again and your laptop was shut. his hand clutched the neck of his shirt, now feeling warmer than before.

he took a moment to gather himself. his legs felt like jelly. he sank down to the grass outside your window but stared at your windowsill. the small window of light shining on the grass suddenly snapped off. you finally shut the curtains and he knew it was time to go. standing up, he felt an odd warm feeling in his pants.

looking down, he could barely see the faint glistening on his dark pants.

"fuck..."

that was months ago. over time, he's felt closer to you. you've shared so many intimate moments together, unknowingly. in his mind, you've consummated your love on numerous occasions. but it still wasn't enough. he wanted to really touch you.

he wanted to kiss you and caress your hips. in the same thought, he imagined his knuckles rubbing against your scalp as he pulled your hair back. he knew you would love that. your dirty searches told him many secrets. they helped him collect so much information about you.

there were a few attributes those videos shared. they were nasty, dirty, spit and cum covered those girls entirely. those girls were treated like a personal pets to serve those men. but the one that was in every single video, no matter the genre...those men were always masked.

even the nights you decided to take a softer route, the man's identity was unknown. it seemed you had a strong taste for the mystery. he's never seen you take a second glance at any video with a man's face.

he was so proud to know this about you. he watched you walk past him every day and all he could think about was how you would feel if he was the man and you were his to use. you'd be a toy he could never get tired of. he's felt a cord attach the two of you ever since. it was made of the secrets you shared.

the videos started getting more intense, more bloody and brutal, and your orgasms became harsher. this video had the man forcing himself into the unsuspecting girl's room. the man covered her mouth to stop what choso assumed were her loud moans.

choso watched your heaving chest. you're such a sick freak, he thought but he wondered...if watching it made you cum so hard, then would experiencing it be even better? an unknown and unexpected man having his way with you. he cock ached with the desire to climb through your window and test your theory.

you were much earlier today, choso had barely arrived and settled in to wait for you when you walked in. he was sliding his rings on his fingers again when he heard your footsteps. you looked so adorable. you wore a white tank top with a cute bow decorating your cleavage and a brown skirt. you were so effortlessly pretty in his eyes.

your perfume was different today too. you must've run out of your vanilla pearl. he loved the scent so much he went a bought a bottle to remind him of you. he'd spray it on his shirts every night. this new scent was fresh, floral. it was so light and refreshing. the charming mixture of flowers was irresistible. it lingered around him.

"excuse me, choso, would it be alright if i moved to sit with you? i'm sorry, i just wanted to see better."

you nervously tugged on the strap of your bag. your index and thumb toyed with the cat pin on it. the smile forced itself onto his face. he hoped it wasn't scaring you. there was no stopping the joy of hearing you say his name.

"yeah, that's alright." he even pulled the chair out for you to sit with him. the table had enough space for the both of you yet he scooted it a little closer to his side.

minutes of silence passed. choso had decided to entertain himself with your his sketchbook. it was his but the only thing he could bring himself to draw was you. it didn't look like that at first glance but it was you. he could draw you from his pure memory. there was you sleeping, playing in makeup, changing. one of you sitting in class caught your eye. you admired the faceless drawing.

"you're really good."

choso stopped, feeling heat rise to his cheeks. he even tried to cover some of the drawing with his palm. he could see part of your smile from the corner of his eye.

"thank you...do you wanna see more?" he offered, feeling his nerves tingling.

now you scooted closer to him. your shoulder pressed against his now. he slid the sketchbook over to the middle of you. his mind wandered and he could no longer completely focus on giving you a tour of his drawings — not when your tits were so close to him. he could ever see a little of your bra peeking out in a gap.

your nail ended up pointing to the one of you changing shirts. it was the one time you faced the window. he remembered you didn't even bother to put on a shirt again that night.

"this is the same girl, isn't it? why don't you draw her face?" you asked.

"she's too pretty, i'd never be able to do her justice."

your eyes widened, for a second you wished he was saying it about you. still, it was romantic. oh. it also meant choso had a girlfriend.

"she must be beautiful then."

you were so clueless to his affections if one could even call them that. you stared at him with what looked like stars in your eyes. he couldn't bring himself to look any further. instead, he pulled the sketchbook closer to himself and smiled at your portraits.

"incredibly."

every time choso set up outside of your bedroom window was more exhilarating than the last. it was his favorite part of the evening. it was your time together. tonight he would be doing you a favor. he felt significantly better about it knowing you'd appreciate it. he knew you better than anyone and tonight he'd proof it.

he wanted to get to you before you were ready for bed. you were in the shower for twenty minutes so when you grabbed your towel and left the room, he pushed open the window. he was careful not to dirty your clean floor as he tiptoed towards your door. he stood and waited for the water to stop running.

choso's heart raced, blood and adrenaline pumping a thousand times faster. his fingers twitched at the touch of sinking into your flesh, especially the clean skin after your shower. he ran his fingers over the textured metal and pressed against them. he was finally going to make you his even if you didn't know it was him.

time couldn't have gone by any faster. the water shut off and within minutes your footsteps came padding down the hall. he adjusted his mask in your mirror, the white ghost mask identical to the man's in the videos.

the door opened and his hand smacked over your mouth. he shoved your back to his chest and pinned you against him. he held you close, inhaling this new strawberry scent of your soap. his hand caressed the side of your hip.

"calm down," his chilling voice demanded. your breathing slowed and he relaxed as well. you stared at your reflection. this form towered over you. the towel you clutched to your chest began slipping out of your grasp.

choso steadily removed his hand from your mouth, ready to clasp it again if needed. "good girl, you can be a good girl for me. yeah, get on the bed." he patted your side and let you walk towards your bed. he stalked behind you. you turned around to face him with teary eyes. he tucked your chin between his thumb and index.

he moved your hands away from the towel and let it pool around your hips now. your soft breast filled his palm nicely. he felt like such a virgin looking at your body. it's like even when he's so close you can't help but be a little tease.

"spread, now."

you were so obedient. you followed every command like a well trained puppy. he kneeled between your spread legs, shifting the towel completely off of your thighs. your body was everything he ever dreamed of and more. he wanted a taste but this stupid mask was in his way.

he hovered over you, trapping you between him and the wall. you slapped your hand over your mouth when he snatched your neck. the mesh couldn't hide the beautiful panic on your face. your breathing quickened. he forced you to look into the droopy eyes of the mask while he unzipped his pants.

what he really wanted to do was kiss you. then, he wanted to hear his name. next time.

he didn't give you a warning when he shoved two fingers into your cunt. you squealed against your own palm — the most heavenly noise he's ever heard and it was his doing. you were at his mercy. the cold metal sent chills through your walls. he twisted and curled his fingers inside of you, pulling you closer to your finish.

he squeezed your neck enough to make your eyes cross and you go dizzy. a smile planted on your lips behind your hand. your walls contracted around his fingers and stayed tight.

he admired the strings of slick between his fingers. he needed it. he was so desperate to taste you. so he slipped his fingers underneath his mask and into his mouth where he sucked every last intoxicating drop. it seemed everything about you was sweet except that fucked up head of yours.

he yanked your legs around his waist, lining your hole up perfectly with his hard cock. the tip swept against your clit. your sensitive body reacted to every touch. he wanted you to beg for him to do something. he didn't care what it was just, beg.

he planted his hands on your waist. you clawed at his forearms while writhing. "please," you whimpered. "please, sir, i wanna feel you."

"my dirty girl." taking your breath away, he buried himself into your hole. you were so full of him it felt impossible. he gathered your wrists in one hand while slamming his cock into you.

drool dripped out the corner of your mouth stuffed with choso's thumb. you loved grabbing onto nothing and digging your nails into your own palm. you sank your teeth into your quivering bottom lip. choso laid a slap on your cheek and you moaned.

"oh! please! f-feels so good!" you gasped. moans continued to interrupt any word you could think to say. you just gave up trying to speak. he kept reminding himself that next time you'll be crying his name.

the need to feel you tighten around his cock powered him. he frantically drove himself into your hole working towards that blissful release for both of you.

he forced you further into the mattress by the neck. it was like his strength tripled when with you. it was like he was fucking a message into you. a message he wouldn't leave until he knew it was engraved in your mind.

"you're all fucking mine. all mine. say it."

"aha! yes!" you grinned. "i'm all yours!"

he dropped your bruised hands and you gripped his shoulders. your eyes crossed and rolled back into your head. your body convulsed as you tried to steady yourself with his shoulders. you felt your legs go weak and slip from his waist.

he flipped you over to your knees, his thick hands grabbed onto your waist while pushing you into the bed. it was pure instinct at this point. he brought his hand deep into the strands of your hair. using this, he made you squeal when he yanked your head back. tears fell from your doe eyes.

every signal in body told him he needed to fill you and he wasn't going to stop until he did. he let out a heavy growl with his head throw back as his cum spilled into you. he stayed inside you, forcing his seed to stay inside you.

"thank you," you breathed. choso rubbed your bruised hips and other darker spots littered across your body. he inhaled your scent again before pushing himself off of you. he watched you roll onto your side and close your eyes.

the next school day, you took your seat next to choso. you bounced into class with a bright smile. today your perfume was new. it was a sweet strawberry scent that filled his nose. he is cheeks heated up, remembering your smell that night.

"good morning choso," you smiled as you began unpacking your bag.

"good morning y/n."

choso shut his sketchbook and spread his palm over it. something you dropped clattered on the desk. looking back down, he saw one of his rings spinning around. he swept it up and slid it back on his finger.

"i knew it looked familiar but i think there was one more. could you come get it tonight?"

of course you knew. you shared every sick fantasy with him. "i'll be there tonight."

— © cythena 2024. do not share on tiktok, plagiarize, repost on other platforms, copy, or translate.

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whorefordean · 4 months ago

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ghostface smut i wrote on my break at work, anyone? ps this is very short

tw: recording poundtown, dubcon?, maybe a slight corruption kink?, threats lowkey, also unedited so any mistakes are allowed to be laughed at (if you can’t tell i hate labeling tw bc i suck at it. my apologies, dearie)

mdni 18+

“what would your friends think if they saw you like this?” ghostface mumbles into your ear. you can barely hear him over the sounds of slapping skin and your own moans. he’s thrusting into you so hard that you’re jerked forward each time his hips meet your ass. if his bicep hadn’t been nestled directly against your throat, locking you in place, you’re sure you’d be knocking against the wall by now.

“don’t,” you whimper, eyes rolling after a rather deep thrust. his cock fills you so perfectly, and you know you should beg him to stop. but you couldn’t. not when he felt so fucking good, and definitely not when you were the one who provoked him.

that stupid phone call three weeks ago had fucked with your head so bad, that you ended up with a killer’s cock buried so deep inside your aching pussy that you weren’t sure how you’d ever allow another man to fuck you again. there was simply no way that any man could give you this much pleasure again unless it was him.

the hand that had been resting on your bare hip retracts, and he leans over your, reaching toward the nightstand to grab your phone. the angle pushes his dick deeper, causing you to cry out as tears prickle your eyes with how far he’s pushing into you. your mouth is wide open, and your eyes are lulling shut as the tip of his cock nudges against your g spot.

the masked man chuckles as you grasp at his arm around your throat, nails prickling his skin.

“gonna make me bleed? hm? we both know i’m better at it,” he grunts into your ear as he settles back into his earlier position, phone now directly in front of your face. you can’t be bothered to care anymore when the flash comes on because he’s jerked your hips back to switch angles again.

“let them know how good i’m ruining this innocent little cunt,” he groans, quickening his pace as he shoves the camera in your face. you’re too far gone to object, and he laughs at you for it.

moans and whimpers echo through the room. ghostface sets the camera up on your nightstand, giving the perfect view of him using you. you pry your eyes open to look back at his masked face, tears and drool wetting your face.

“mm, there she is,” he rumbles. his arm loosens around your neck.

“please. they can’t know,” you whimper, hoping the words don’t reach the mic on your phone.

“oh, that’s too bad. because everybody in this town is gonna watch you fall apart on my cock while you beg for more,” he threatens.

unfortunately for you, he’s not lying. his gloved hand reaches down to toy with your clit. that mixed with his raspy threats have you toppling over the edge within minutes.

“smile, darlin,” he whispers in your ear as your eyes roll while you cum on his cock. the video stops and he snaps a quick photo, the flash adding another dizzying sensation.

ghostface fills you with his cum, laughing darkly as he pulls out, leaving a trail of his release in his wake. he snaps another photo—this time of your used cunt— and let’s out a hum of approval.

“can’t wait to show them how well you suck my cock,” he whispers. his threads one hand in your hair while the other slips his mask up just enough to press a rough kiss against your lips.

#ghostface smut #ghostface x reader smut #ghostface x reader #ghostface #ghostface fic

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gothic-thoughts · 2 months ago

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Pinky Promise

Ghostface x Black Fem Reader Drabble

Bimbo!Reader

CW: peeps named Emma caught a crazy stray im sorry 😭

TW: murder mention

Word Count: 952 (give or take)

After waking up at 2 am, you drag your groggy body out of bed, wrap a little blanket around yourself, and slip on your slippers, preparing for the cold air in the hallway. As soon as you open your room door, your phone rings, the sound of your favorite song muffled by the blankets. Confused, you walk back to the bed and rummage through your comforter until your phone falls onto your mattress with a soft thud. The screen was lit up, showing ‘Unknown Caller’ on the screen to which you tilt your empty head and pick it up.

“Uh, hello?”

“Well hello there, pretty girl~”

You chuckle, immediately flattered by the man’s tone and compliment: “Um, hi...? Who is this?”

“You have such a pretty voice over the phone, (Y/n). Sounds sexier than I expected.”

You pause, freezing your steps in the hallway, “Wha- I... wait, how’d you know my name?”

“Oh, I know a lot of things, baby.”

“Really?”

“You may not see me but I see everything.”

“Oh, like a god?”

The man chuckled, mocking your stupidity, “In a way, yes. And you know what, gorgeous?”

“What?”

“Since you asked me how I knew your name, that means you’re not as dumb a bitch as Emma said you were.”

You gasp softly, “She said that?”

“That and more. Your girl Emma gave me an earful; going on and on about how ‘all you do is be pretty’ and that ‘you've got nothing going on’.”

“She... wouldn’t say that—”

“You were nothing but a stupid bimbo to her. She may be right, but the least she could do was say it to your face, don'tcha think?”

“Well, I mean...”

“Emma isn't a very nice person, is she?”

“No, I mean, yes! She’s my best friend!”

He chuckled into the phone, loving how much he was frazzling your singular brain cell with rapid-fire information as you made your way into your kitchen, giving him a better view of you.

“Is she now? I think she was pretty fucking messy, in more ways than one.”

Your grip on the blanket around you tightens, “What do you mean?”

“Well I’m only calling you as per her recommendation, sweet cheeks. She thought she could trade her life for yours, but I quickly informed her that’s not how I roll. And believe me, she had a lot more to say before I split her open tits to thighs.”

You freeze in the middle of the kitchen, jaw-dropping as you lose your breath, your eyes stinging with tears. He chuckles at your faltering breaths while you rack your small brain for why else he could be calling. Your hand trembles against the phone as you frantically look around your kitchen, hoping to find an obvious camera before deciding to close the kitchen curtains.

“Mm, so there are neurons firing in that skull.” He laughs, watching you panic on his monitors, “Do you know why I’m calling?”

“To.... to kill me too...?” The words leaving your mouth make a tear roll down your cheek.

“Now why would I do that, pretty girl?”

“I don't know!” The stress and confusion make you burst into tears. “I swear I don’t know, just please don't hurt me.”

“Aw, there's no need to cry, beautiful, I just want to ask you something.”

“What, that’s all?”

“Mhm; I just want you to tell me what your favorite scary movie is.”

“What? I-I-I—”

The man sighs. “Come on, you don’t need brains for this, baby, this is easy. What’s your favorite scary movie?”

“Um, Halloween... t-the Rob Zombie one.”

“That's a remake, you know.”

“Y-yeah, I rewatch it all the time.”

“Interesting. What do you like about it?”

“Um, Michael's backstory makes you feel bad for him and then I like his long hair when he's older.”

The man chuckles in your ear, “So you like big guys with long hair huh? You like masks too?”

“I guess, maybe, I don’t know...”

“So, let's say a handsome guy with long hair walks into your room wearing a mask: what would you think?”

“How would I know he's handsome if he's wearing a mask?”

“You'd ask him to remove it?”

“I guess I'd want to know what he looks like.”

“Mm, so you don’t like masks, that’s a shame."

"N-no, please, I do! I do, I do!"

"Save it. So if it was me, in your house, looking for you, all big and tall like Michael: how would you feel about that?”

You whimper, thinking he meant he was already in your home, lurking. “I'd be scared.”

He smirked. “Why’s that, sweetheart? I thought that was your type; I've been a nice enough guy, haven’t I?”

“But you... You killed my friend...”

“She who didn't like you, and since she got what was coming to her, why are you scared?"

“I-I don't know. Uh w-why else would you be calling me if you weren't gonna... gonna—”

“What you're feeling right now is nothing compared to what I do to people I hate."

"Y-you... You mean--"

"You're safe with me, baby. All you gotta do is not call the cops.”

You wipe your cheeks with the back of your hand, choking up sobs. “You promise?”

“I promise, you wanna know why?”

You take a deep, shaky breath to try and compose yourself, “Why?”

“I like you, (Y/n). I love how fucking clueless you are— so interesting for someone without a single thought in their head. I never know what you're gonna say next. You keep me engaged— entertained: I like that.”

“Really?”

“Uh-huh. And that voice? That body? Ugh, you have no idea the things I'd do for you. You're helpless, and you're mine now. I’m gonna call you every night just to hear you speak, ya hear me?”

“Okay... Okay, if it means you won’t hurt me, I guess...”

“I already promised, didn’t I? You don’t have to worry that pretty little head about that. All you gotta do is keep me on the line.”

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(a/n): wrote abt ghostface, still managed to make it abt Michael 😩😩 how I even 😭

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hanniewho · 10 days ago

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⋆˚࿔ Cam Girl series ft Jayce𝜗𝜚˚⋆

⋆˚࿔ Summary: You never let your beloved boyfriend join your livestream, and tonight you wanted to try something new, but little that you know that will change forever

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ Notes: I will be writing 2 of this series for each arcane character on my Masterlist and I will make one in tlou AU blurbs and headcanons yeyey:3

༘ ⋆｡ ˚ Warnings: Sex in front of a Camera, No protection, Nipple play, spanking, creampie, mentioning pegging

𐙚˙✧˖° Words: 5.6k

⋆✦ Pairings: Modern AU Jayce x cam girl reader

"Hey babe, are you ready for tonight's stream?" Jayce called out from the living room, his voice echoing down the hall.

You were busy in your bedroom setting up your camera and lights for your nightly ritual. You were a cam girl, a modern siren luring in viewers with your allure and wit. Your heart skipped a beat at the mention of Jayce's costume idea. You had been planning a special theme night and were surprised he wanted to be part of it. "Yeah, almost set up," you replied, trying to keep the excitement out of your voice.

You heard the sound of his footsteps growing closer, the floorboards creaking under his weight. The door swung open, revealing Jayce in the iconic Ghostface getup from the horror films—a simple yet eerie white mask and a black hoodie. His eyes, the only visible part of his face, sparkled with excitement. "What do you think?" he asked, twirling around to show you the full ensemble.

You couldn't help but chuckle, the sight of your boyfriend dressed as a notorious slasher was both adorable and slightly unnerving. "It's perfect," you said, nodding in approval. "But remember, you're just there for ambiance. No interacting with the chat, okay?"

Jayce's grin grew wider. "Cross my heart," he said, drawing an 'X' over the center of his chest.

The room was bathed in a soft, crimson light, casting shadows that danced with the flicker of the candles you had arranged. You sat in front of your camera, dressed in a skimpy outfit that was sure to keep your viewers hooked. You took a deep breath, feeling the anticipation build in your chest. This was going to be a night to remember.

With a click, the stream went live, and the chat exploded with messages. You greeted your fans with a seductive smile, the masked Jayce lurking ominously in the background. The anonymity of the internet was a thrilling playground for your imagination, and you knew they'd eat this

up.

The first few minutes were a blur of greetings and setting the scene. You played the role of a damsel in distress, while Jayce remained silent and unmoving, his masked presence adding to the tension. The viewers were already getting into it, sending gifts and requests that made your heart race.

As the night went on, you began to feel more comfortable, the initial nerves giving way to the familiar thrill of performance. You flirted with the camera, whispering sweet nothings and teasing your audience with glimpses of skin. Jayce, ever the good sport, mimed menacing gestures that sent shivers down your spine. You had to stifle a laugh at his exaggerated movements.

But as the hours passed, the tension grew thick, not just from the act but from the undeniable chemistry between you two. You found yourself leaning back in your chair, your head resting against Jayce's shoulder. His hand, gloved and cold, slipped around your waist, resting gently on the soft fabric of your shirt. Your breath hitched as you felt his touch, a sudden reminder of the very real man beneath the costume.

The whispers of the chat grew bolder, their suggestions more daring. Your cheeks flushed as you read them aloud, a playful smile curving your lips. Jayce's hand began to move, his fingers tracing slow circles on your stomach, sending waves of heat through your body. You tried to keep your focus on the camera, but his touch was a siren's call, drawing your attention to the present moment.

One particularly adventurous user sent a message that made your eyes widen. "Ghostface, show us what's under the mask," it read. Jayce's grip tightened, and you felt him lean closer to your ear, his warm breath tickling your skin. "I don't know if that's such a good idea," you murmured, your voice low and husky.

A mischievous glint appeared in Jayce's eyes, his hand moving to the edge of his mask. He tugged it off, revealing his handsome features, twisted into a smirk. "Surprise," he whispered, his voice a tantalizing blend of amusement and desire. The chat went wild, their excitement palpable through the screen. You couldn't help but feel a thrill run through you at the sudden shift in dynamics.

Leaning in, Jayce captured your mouth in a slow, deliberate kiss. His gloved hand slid up to cup your cheek, the fabric whispering against your skin. You gasped into the kiss, your body responding instinctively. The camera kept rolling, capturing every moment for your eager audience. Their messages grew more fervent, urging you to give them a show.

As your kiss deepened, Jayce's hand traveled down your body, his thumb brushing against the swell of your breast. You arched into his touch, your breath hitching as he gently pinched your nipple through the fabric. The chat was a blur of emojis and lewd comments, but all you could focus on was the heat building between the two of you. You reached behind you, your hand finding the zipper of his hoodie, pulling it down to reveal the bare skin beneath.

The scent of your arousal filled the air, mingling with the faint metallic tang of the costume. Jayce broke the kiss, his eyes raking over your exposed skin, and you knew he was just as affected as you were. He leaned back, taking a moment to appreciate the view, his own breathing ragged. Then, with a smirk, he grabbed the hem of your shirt and began to lift it, exposing your lacy bra. You giggled, trying to help, but his hands were insistent, moving with a purpose that left you feeling both vulnerable and incredibly turned on.

The camera remained unforgiving, capturing every detail of your flushed cheeks and the way your chest heaved with each ragged breath. You could feel the eyes of your viewers on you, their anticipation practically electric. But it was the heat of Jayce's gaze that truly set your soul on fire.

As he revealed your bra, you felt the cool air kiss your skin, making your nipples peak even further. His eyes never left yours as he reached around and unhooked it with a practiced ease. The fabric fell away, leaving your breasts bare for the camera's hungry gaze. You watched as he took in the sight, his pupils dilating with lust.

Feeling bold and a bit bratty, you rolled your hips back, the curve of your ass grinding against his now very noticeable erection. The fabric of his pants did nothing to hide his arousal, and the friction sent sparks of pleasure through your body. Jayce groaned softly, his grip on your waist tightening. You smirked, knowing you had him right where you wanted him.

With a mischievous glint in your eye, you looked directly into the webcam and announced, "I'll fuck my boyfriend in front of you guys for 500 dollars." The chat went wild, donations flooding in as your viewers clamored for the show to begin. A thrill shot through you at the thought of being watched, of having all those eyes on you as you gave in to your desires.

Jayce's smirk grew into a full-blown grin at your words, and he leaned in to whisper, "Is that a challenge?" You could feel the heat of his breath on your neck, and the shiver that ran through you was purely for his benefit. "I think we can make it worth their while," he murmured, his hand sliding down to the waistband of your panties.

With a sultry smile, you reached for the webcam, lowering it so that only the lower half of your body was in frame. The camera now captured your ass as it rolled against the bulge in Jayce's pants, the fabric straining with every movement. The chat was a frenzy of excitement, their donations reaching a crescendo as they eagerly awaited the main event.

Jayce's hand slipped into your panties, pushing the fabric aside to reveal your glistening sex. You bit your lip, trying to maintain an air of professionalism despite the wanton need building inside you. His thumb grazed your clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through your core, making your body jerk involuntarily. The camera zoomed in, focusing on the intimate gesture, and the donations skyrocketed.

The room was filled with the sound of your ragged breaths and the occasional moan that escaped your lips as Jayce continued to tease you. His fingers danced around your opening, dipping in just enough to make you squirm before retreating, leaving you desperate for more. Your viewers were going wild, their messages a blur of excitement and desire.

With a final, tantalizing touch, Jayce slid your panties down your legs, revealing your bare, glistening pussy to the webcam's unblinking eye. You felt a rush of exposure, a thrilling mix of fear and excitement. He spread your thighs wider, his eyes never leaving yours as he positioned himself behind you. The cool air brushed against your sensitive skin, sending a shiver down your spine.

The chat was a cacophony of typing, the sound of a hundred eager voices demanding more. Jayce leaned in, his breath hot against your ear. "Ready for the show?" he murmured, his voice a dark promise. You nodded, your heart racing as he slid the tip of his gloved finger along your slit. The sensation was strange, the fabric of the glove a barrier to the intimacy of skin on skin, but it added an extra layer of depravity to the scene playing out before your viewers.

Then, a superchat notification popped up on your screen. 'I bet you can't fit 2 inches in your pussy'. The room fell silent for a split second before the donation amount registered. $600. Your eyes widened at the number, and you felt Jayce's smirk against your neck. "Looks like we have a challenge," he said, his voice a low purr.

You took a deep breath, trying to compose yourself, but the excitement was bubbling over. "Alright," you murmured, your voice a seductive whisper. "If someone donates $600, I'll... I'll see if I can fit two of your fingers." The chat went wild, the donations spiking again as the tension grew palpable. Jayce chuckled, his hands moving to unbuckle his belt.

The sound of the leather slipping through the loops was the only sound in the room, other than your own ragged breathing. You watched in the reflection of your computer monitor as he pulled down his zipper, revealing the bulge of his erection. It was clear he was more than ready for the challenge ahead. The anticipation was unbearable, your clit throbbing with every beat of your heart.

With a flick of his wrist, he slid the glove off, revealing his bare hand. Your eyes went wide as he positioned his index and middle fingers, already slick with your arousal, at your entrance. The camera zoomed in closer, the viewers' anticipation almost tangible. "Let's give them their money's worth," he said with a wink.

Jayce pushed in slowly, his fingers stretching you open with a deliberate care that belied the urgency in his eyes. You gasped, the sensation of fullness making your toes curl. The camera captured every twitch of your body, every glisten of wetness. The donations climbed, reaching the goal almost immediately. The thrill of being watched, of knowing you had an audience eager for your every move, only heightened your arousal.

Your breaths grew shorter, turning into little moans as he began to pump his fingers in and out of you. You could feel your orgasm building, a tight coil in your belly that threatened to unravel at any moment. "Oh, fuck," you murmured, the words slipping out unbidden. Jayce chuckled, the sound sending a delicious shiver down your spine. "They're loving it," he whispered, his eyes flicking to the chat.

The numbers on the screen climbed higher, the excitement of your viewers a potent aphrodisiac. You watched the chat in amazement, your body responding to the knowledge that you were the center of their attention. "More," you begged, not caring if it was for the show or for your own pleasure. Jayce's fingers curled inside you, hitting that perfect spot that made your eyes roll back in your head.

With a growl, he added his thumb to the mix, the pressure building until you were sure you'd come apart at the seams. You leaned back into him, his erection pressing against you, a silent promise of what was to come. The room was a symphony of moans and heavy breaths, the air thick with lust.

You began to rock back onto his hand, riding his fingers with an abandon that had the chat losing their collective minds. Your breasts bounced with each movement, the drool that had been building in your mouth finally breaking free to slide down your chin, pooling in the valley between them. The sensation was messy, but it only served to add to the raw, carnality of the scene. You licked your lips, the salty taste of your desire mixing with the sweetness of your perfume.

Jayce watched the droplets of saliva make their slow descent, his eyes dark with need. His fingers moved with purpose, the sound of your wetness filling the room. You could feel the heat from his cock, the fabric of his pants growing damp from your shared arousal. His other hand reached around to cup your breast, his thumb flicking over your nipple, sending jolts of pleasure through your body that synced with the strokes of his hand.

The chat was a blur of comments and donations, their excitement fueling the fire between your legs. You threw your head back, arching your spine as Jayce's thumb found a rhythm that sent you spiraling closer to the edge. Each time your drool touched your skin, it was like a little electric shock, heightening the sensation. You could feel the stickiness on your chin, the coolness of it as it made its way down to your chest. Your breasts bobbed with every movement, the red light casting them in a seductive glow.

Jayce's hand worked you like a maestro, his thumb swirling around your clit while his fingers pumped in and out of you. The tension grew, tightening like a noose around your core. You were so close, so fucking close, and the camera was there to capture every moment. The viewers' reactions were like a symphony of desire, their thirst for your pleasure driving you wild.

With a final, desperate thrust, Jayce's thumb applied just the right amount of pressure, sending you hurtling over the edge. Your orgasm crashed through you like a tidal wave, making your body convulse with ecstasy. You screamed his name, your voice echoing through the room and no doubt through the speakers of every device tuned into your stream. The chat exploded with excitement, the donations reaching a new peak as you rode the wave of pleasure.

As your body slowly came back down to earth, Jayce gently withdrew his hand, the wet sound of your release echoing through the room. He held his fingers up to the camera, showing the viewers the glistening mess he'd created. You couldn't help but feel a sense of pride at the sight, a thrill at the power you had over these anonymous strangers. He brought his hand to his mouth, licking the juices off his fingers with a wink at the camera, the action making your insides quiver anew.

You leaned back into his chest, panting heavily. "Fuck, that was intense," you murmured, your voice hoarse from screaming. Jayce wrapped his arms around you, his erection pressing firmly against your back. "And we're just getting started," he whispered, his voice thick with lust.

With surprising ease, he pulled you back onto the chair, positioning himself behind you. His hands gripped your hips, guiding you onto his lap. You could feel the heat of his cock, trapped by his boxers, as it nestled between your ass cheeks. The fabric was the only barrier between you two, and it was soaked with his precum. You squirmed, eager to feel him inside you.

Jayce's hands roamed up your body, tracing the curves of your waist and the swell of your breasts. He tweaked your nipples gently, making you gasp. The camera, still focused on the lower half of your bodies, captured the intimate moment perfectly. His cock grew even harder against you, and you couldn't resist grinding back into him.

Leaning down slightly, you placed your palms on the table, pushing your ass into the air. "C'mon, fuck me already," you whispered, your voice dripping with need. "I'm so wet, baby." The chat went wild at your words, their donations pouring in like a floodgate had been opened. Jayce's grip on your hips tightened, his own need evident in the way his knuckles turned white.

You wiggled your ass in a tantalizing dance, the movement sending another jolt of pleasure through your still-throbbing pussy. The camera captured every second of it, broadcasting your desperation to the eager audience. Jayce took a moment to appreciate the view before sliding your chair back and standing up. You felt the loss of his touch briefly, but it was soon replaced by the heat of his body as he positioned himself behind you.

The sound of fabric rustling filled the room as he shucked his pants and boxers to the floor. You bit your bottom lip, the anticipation almost unbearable. He leaned in, his breath hot on your ear. "You're going to be the talk of the internet tonight," he murmured, his voice a seductive promise. You felt the tip of his cock brush against your slick entrance, and you couldn't help but push back, begging for more.

With a low growl, Jayce slammed into you, his bare flesh meeting yours in a perfect, wet slap that resonated through the room. The camera caught every inch of his cock disappearing inside you, the arch of your back a beautiful curve that framed the scene. The chat went wild, their comments a cacophony of excitement as they watched your body take him in. You moaned, the feeling of fullness making your toes curl.

Jayce began to thrust into you with a rhythm that was both punishing and deliciously slow. Each movement sent shockwaves of pleasure through your body, making your knees tremble. You could feel your orgasm building again, the muscles in your stomach tightening in anticipation. The red light cast a hellish glow on Jayce's face, turning his features into something otherworldly.

Your fingers curled into the edge of the table, knuckles white as you gripped onto the smooth wood. Each time he slammed into you, the table creaked and rocked, the vibrations traveling up your arms. The camera captured the look of pure ecstasy on your face, your eyes squeezed shut, mouth open in a silent scream. You could feel the eyes of your viewers on you, their hunger for the show making you wetter with every passing second.

Jayce's hand snaked around to cup your breast, squeezing gently as he continued to fuck you. His hips slapped against your ass, the sound echoing through the room. You moaned, the sensation of his bare cock moving in and out of you an exquisite agony. "You like that?" he asked, his voice low and gravelly. You nodded, unable to form coherent words.

The camera captured every detail, the slick sounds of your bodies coming together, the way your ass cheeks bounced with each thrust. The chat was a frenzy of comments and donations, urging you both on. Jayce leaned over you, his hand moving from your breast to your clit. He began to rub it in tight circles, his movements in sync with his thrusts. You felt your orgasm building, the pressure growing until it was almost painful.

Then, with a grunt, he reached around and slapped your ass, the sound ringing out in the silent room. The sting only added to your pleasure, and you pushed back into him with renewed vigor. His hand moved to your other cheek, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh, his fingers digging in as he claimed you. The camera's focus shifted to capture the sight of his handprint fading into your skin, a stark reminder of his dominance.

You moaned, the sensation of his hand on your ass only heightening your pleasure. He leaned in closer, his breath hot on your neck as he whispered, "You're mine, all of you." The possessive growl in his voice sent shivers down your spine, and you could feel yourself getting wetter with each word.

Jayce's strokes grew more erratic as he watched the effect he was having on you. He knew exactly how to push your buttons, and he was hitting every single one of them with the precision of a maestro conducting an orchestra. The camera caught the way your eyes rolled back in your head, the desperate little noises that you couldn't hold back.

With one hand still playing with your clit, Jayce reached for your hair with the other, pulling your head back sharply. "Look at the camera," he ordered, his voice a gruff command that sent a shiver down your spine. You complied, opening your eyes to stare into the webcam with a hazy, lust-filled gaze. The red light was a beacon, drawing you in, making you feel like the most wanted woman in the world.

The chat was a frenzy of excitement, their messages scrolling by so quickly they were almost illegible. You could feel Jayce's cock pulsing inside you, his own climax approaching. His strokes grew more urgent, his hips slapping against your ass in a tempo that was music to your ears. The camera was a silent witness to your passion, capturing every intimate detail.

Without warning, Jayce's hand left your clit, trailing down to your ass. He brought his hand up, the slickness from your sex making the journey feel like molten lava against your skin. He cupped your cheek, squeezing gently before bringing it around to your breast, his thumb brushing over your sensitive peak. The sudden change in sensation had your eyes rolling back, a low moan escaping your lips.

You could feel his cock swell inside you, the veins pulsing with the promise of his release. The camera was unforgiving in its focus, capturing every moment of your passionate dance. "Tell them how good it feels," Jayce murmured, his voice a dark command in your ear.

You opened your mouth, the words slipping out in a breathless whisper. "It feels so good, baby. Your cock is so deep, filling me up." The chat went wild at your confession, the donations spiking again. You reveled in the power of your own words, the way they made your body feel even more alive.

Jayce's hand tightened in your hair, pulling your head back even further. His thrusts grew more urgent, his breathing harsh and ragged. You could feel the tension building in him, the way his body coiled like a spring ready to snap. "Cum for them," he growled, his teeth grazing your earlobe. "Show them how much you love it."

You moaned, the words a catalyst for your release. Your orgasm hit you like a freight train, making your body convulse on his cock. The camera captured every twitch of your pussy, every gasp of pleasure that escaped your lips. Jayce's own release followed closely, his hips jerking as he filled you with warmth. The sensation was almost too much to handle, your body shaking with the force of your shared climax.

As you slumped back down onto the chair, Jayce pulled you with him, his cock still buried deep inside you. You both sat there for a moment, chests heaving, trying to catch your breath. The red light of the webcam was a constant reminder of the audience that had just witnessed your most intimate moment. The thrill of it made your heart race, your body still humming with pleasure.

Jayce leaned back, his eyes flicking to the computer screen, reading through the frenzied comments. One caught his eye, making him throw his head back in laughter. "Oh fuck me, they're right," he exclaimed, his voice filled with a mix of amazement and amusement. You glanced over your shoulder, curious about what had tickled him so much.

His fingers trailed from your still-throbbing pussy to your neck, tracing the path of your jaw before moving to your ear. "They said you're leaking," he murmured, his breath sending shivers down your spine. You felt a warmth spread from your cheeks to your chest, a blush creeping up as you realized what the chat meant.

With a quick, almost embarrassed laugh, you reached over to the computer, ending the stream with a decisive click. The red light on the webcam winked out, and the room was suddenly plunged into a more intimate darkness, the only illumination coming from the glow of the monitor. The sudden silence was deafening after the symphony of moans and chats.

Jayce leaned back in the chair, his cock still sheathed inside you. You could feel him softening slightly, but the sensation was still exquisite, the connection between you two still palpable. He kissed the side of your neck, his hand sliding up to cradle your face. "That was... intense," he murmured, his voice a rumble of satisfaction.

You nodded, still trying to catch your breath. The reality of what had just happened hit you like a wave, and you felt a mix of emotions—exhilaration, embarrassment, and a strange sense of accomplishment. You had just fucked for the world to see, raw and unfiltered, and it had been one of the hottest experiences of your life. The fact that it was with Jayce, the man you loved, dressed as a horror icon, made it all the more surreal.

Jayce's grip on your hips loosened as he slid out of you, a wet sound echoing through the room. You felt the warmth of his cum dribble down your thighs, a stark contrast to the cooling sweat that had coated your skin during the intense session. The intimate moment was a stark reminder that despite the theatrics and the audience, this was real. You had just been claimed by your boyfriend, and there was something undeniably hot about it.

With a cheeky grin, Jayce reached over and gently inserted his finger into your pussy, swirling it around to collect the last remnants of his release. "Ah, ah, ah," he chided playfully, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Don't waste any of 'em." You couldn't help but laugh, the absurdity of the situation mixing with the post-orgasmic bliss that still lingered in your body.

He brought his finger to your lips, the digit glistening in the soft glow of the room. You took it into your mouth, tasting the salty tang of him. You sucked it clean, watching the lust in his eyes flare brighter. The simple act was surprisingly intimate, a silent declaration of your willingness to go anywhere with him, even if it meant crossing lines you never thought you'd dare.

"Let's clean up," Jayce said, his voice a gentle caress in the quiet. He stood up, his cock still semi-hard and gleaming with your juices. You couldn't help but stare at him, the power of his presence still resonating through your body.

He offered you a hand, helping you to your feet. The floor felt cold against your bare soles, a stark contrast to the heat that was still pulsing between your legs. Together, you made your way to the bathroom, the soft carpet underfoot a comforting cushion for your trembling legs.

Jayce turned on the shower, the sound of the water hitting the tiles a soothing melody after the cacophony of the stream. You stepped in, the water washing away the sweat and stickiness from your skin. The cool spray felt heavenly, a gentle reprieve from the fire that had been raging in your body moments ago. Jayce followed, his strong hands guiding you under the spray, the warm water cascading over your breasts and down your back.

He took the body wash, lathering his hands before applying the gentle soap to your skin. His touch was tender, almost worshipful as he washed away the evidence of your performance. He paid special attention to your pussy, his fingers stroking you lightly as the water washed away the remnants of your shared climax. You leaned into him, the sensation making you shiver despite the warmth of the shower.

"Hey baby?" you murmured, looking up at him through the veil of wet hair clinging to your face. His eyes met yours, the intensity in his gaze making your stomach flutter. There was something in that look that made you feel both vulnerable and incredibly powerful at the same time.

"Yeah?" he asked, his voice softer than the patter of the water around you.

You took a deep breath, feeling your heart race. "Can I... peg you on the next stream?" The question hung in the steamy air, the words slipping from your mouth with a vulnerability that was mirrored in the way your eyes searched his.

Jayce's hand stilled for a moment, his gaze lingering on your face before he broke into a grin. "Is that a challenge, love?" he asked, his eyes sparkling with intrigue. The idea was new, a fresh thrill to add to the mix of your shared kinks.

You nodded, a hint of nervousness playing with the corners of your mouth. The water cascaded down your body, mixing with the soap to create a slick path down your chest and stomach. Jayce's eyes followed the rivulets, his smile growing more mischievous. "I think that can be arranged," he said, his voice dropping to a seductive purr. "But only if you're sure."

Your heart raced as you considered the implications of your request. The thought of watching him squirm and moan for the camera, the way you had just moments ago, was a thrilling prospect. "I'm sure," you murmured, your voice steady despite the tremor in your hands. "I want to make them crazy."

Jayce's grin widened, his eyes darkening with excitement. "Alright," he said, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down your spine. "But we're going to need some preparation. We don't want to disappoint our audience." He reached for the conditioner, smoothing it into his hands before applying it to your hair, his touch gentle and reassuring.

The water sluiced over you both as he worked the product through your locks, the scent of mint and rosemary filling the air. You could feel the tension in his body, the anticipation of what was to come. His hands moved to your scalp, massaging it with firm circles that had you melting into him. The sensation was soothing, a gentle counterpoint to the wildness of the cam session.

He rinsed the soap and conditioner away, his hands lingering on your skin, tracing patterns that made your heart flutter. When you stepped out of the shower, the warmth of the towel wrapping around you was almost a letdown after the heat of his touch. Jayce followed, his body a sculpted masterpiece that made your mouth water.

You both dried off, the fluffy towels a stark contrast to the harsh reality of the cold, hard floor beneath your feet. The red light from the cam was gone, but the memory of it remained, a lingering brand on your soul. You felt different, somehow—more alive, more connected to the world outside your four walls.

"So," Jayce said, his eyes gleaming with excitement as he wrapped the towel around his waist, "when's the next show?"

You couldn't help but laugh, the absurdity of the question somehow fitting perfectly into the surreal evening you'd just shared. "Give me a break," you replied, playfully swatting his arm. "I need to recover from that performance."

Jayce chuckled, his eyes never leaving yours as he stepped closer, the warmth of his body making you shiver. "We've got time," he whispered, his voice a seductive promise. "But when you're ready, I'll be waiting." He leaned in, capturing your mouth in a slow, deep kiss that made your knees wobble. The taste of mint from the toothpaste and the faint saltiness from your shared release still lingered on his tongue.

When he pulled away, a smug smile played on his lips. He reached out, his fingertips brushing through your still-damp hair, the gentle ruffling sending a cascade of tingles down your neck. His touch was a brand of ownership, a silent declaration that you were his, and the thought had your stomach doing flips. You couldn't help but return the smile, the thrill of your shared secret echoing in every pulse of your heart.

The next stream was going to be a marathon, you realized with a mix of excitement and trepidation. You'd have to plan, to choreograph a performance that would not only satisfy your viewers' hunger for the extreme but also push the boundaries of your own comfort. But with Jayce by your side, you knew it wasn't going to be so bad. In fact, it was going to be incredible.

The thought of the upcoming show had your mind racing with possibilities, your heart fluttering in anticipation. You knew that with Jayce's help, you'd be able to create a spectacle that would leave your audience breathless and begging for more. You'd have to be strategic with your set-up, ensuring the angles were perfect and the lighting cast just the right amount of shadows to keep the mood sultry and mysterious.

The realization that you were making a fortune doing something so taboo with the person you loved was almost too delicious to believe. The thrill of it all had a strange allure, a forbidden fruit that only made you crave it more. You'd never felt so alive, so in tune with your desires, and the knowledge that you were sharing it with the world was exhilarating.

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gladiatorcunt · 3 months ago

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- FEARS TO FATHOM | XIV.

i can thrill you more than any ghoul would ever dare try

cw: kinktober prompt (roleplay), fem reader, early criminal minds, background hotch x reader x spencer (age gap, reader and spencer in their early-mid 20’s), knifeplay, degradation, murder fantasies, necrophilia fantasies, snuff films mention, blood play mentions, part of the roleplay is that hotch is your daddy (open to interpretation on the exact meaning), one mention of sadomasochism, knife (handle) fucking, dead dove do not eat, under negotiated kink but hints of you and spencer being secretly disturbed freaks, spencer referred to as ghostface for most of the fic, one face slap, fantasy fulfillment (bc spencer is a soft dom TO ME), off screen recording

please do not repost, translate, or feed this work to ai

kinktober 2024

“Spence, come on, I’m gonna fall asleep by the time you get ready.” You shout at the closed bathroom door, if only to stave off your own nerves and lingering excitement.

The beginning of October was a snooze fest, you, Spencer, and Aaron had so much work, back to back cases that ran longer than anyone thought. Elle couldn’t stop ranting to you, and you to her, about how fucking aggravating things have been. None of you could even afford to make lazy plans for Halloween, the office already minimally decorated with tiny plastic pumpkins and purple-green-orange streamers here and there.

Until the angels granted you mercy, Aaron bargained some time off for the rest of the team in exchange for him spending hours eye level deep in paperwork.

You and Spencer each gave him a brisk but heartfelt thank you kiss before you headed home, to the house owned by a man who wouldn’t be accompanying his partners tonight.

Spencer calls back to you in between awkward bangs of his knees against the wall, shuffling his work clothes off and getting into the costume. “Just a second, you’d think you’d appreciate the lenghts i’m willing to go for you.”

You definitely do when after some more bumbling about he comes out in the ghostface costume, his gangly body in the long black fabric, holding the mask in his hand. Because of course you can’t do a more normal boss and secretary type situation, no, you have to have your boyfriend dress up like a horror movie serial killer, one of your favorites, and act like he’s gonna do the same to you.

You also wanted to see Spencer let go a little bit, be darker in ways your toes curl thinking about, Aaron was the one that bought the costume anyway. You were too shy to do anything beyond mentioning off handedly that it would be hot, and Spencer wanted you to squirm.

“Aaron waited 45 minutes for the employees at Spirit Halloween to find one in the back because they were sold out. The least we do is put it to good use since we’ll be working on the actual day.”

Your cold feet turn freezing, “This is so stupid and weird, we can just lie when he comes back and say we used it-”

Now here you are, breath caught in your chest as you gaze up at the handsome looming figure, Spencer huffs out a laugh at your shyness and flicks the hood up. He puts the mask on and fastens it around his head, now nothing but his gait and his voice signify the man behind the mask being your boyfriend. You can almost see his amused small smile, the knife he swiped from the kitchen block taps a tune along your jawbone, humming a note on every point of contact.

Your eyes flutter shut, setting the scene and dimming the lights, a cold and black gloved hand shoves you back onto the bed, pushing you right into the deep end.

“Please, I- I’ll do anything, I don’t wanna die, sir.” Your voice actually cracks on the tail end of your sentence, putting your all in your amateur-porn-without-a-camera performance.

“Shh.” Ghostface whispers but it’s jagged with long held back arousal, “You’re not going to die yet if you give me something for my trouble. You let me waltz right in just because Daddy’s not home, and now I'm supposed to pass up a pretty little lying whore like you?”

You whimper, “I’m not a whore, I just- He doesn’t have to know, please, I’ll do whatever you want, I swear.”

“Oh so you admit you were lying to him? How do you think he’s gonna feel when he comes home to see his precious baby’s guts spilled all over the bed she wanted her secret boyfriend to fuck her in. You were so giggly when you told me it was his.” He cocks his head to the side, teeth no doubt gleaming white under the mask. “What’s wrong, sugarplum? Not so proud of being a slut anymore?”

“Spread your legs, I have the perfect game in mind. Your pussy can’t lie like your mouth can, and I have just the thing she wants.”

You tremble, letting tears gather in your eyes so you really look afraid for your life. You sink into the mattress, your upper inner thighs glisten with your juices, already wet and he hasn’t thrust his knife inside of you let alone his cock. Your head says you should just lie there and feel the overhead fan blow gently on your exposed pussy but your clit wants to scream at Ghostface to go in blade first.

“See, look.” He taunts, parting your folds with the chilly tip of his knife, “She’s co cute, glistening and puffy, she’d look so good being fucked on the hilt of my knife, don’t you think?”

It’s not quite what you want but you nod, letting your legs go lax so he can get a proper look at your juicy cunt. He hums in approval, the soft sound raises your hackles and causes the hairs on the back of your neck to stand up.

He slaps the tip of the blade against your clit, and it’s the miracle that you weren’t cut that has you pleading up at him with your eyes. To pretty please at least thrust the hilt in so you can feel like you’re getting stabbed on something, Ghostface tilts his head again, his long body bending to the side, considering giving you what you want.

But wasn’t the point of this whole charade to turn you into a whiny bitch who’d risk her life for a serial killer’s knife, lusting after it possibly more than his actual cock?

“Oh, fine. I guess we’d better be quick if we don’t want your daddy to drop in on us too soon, I'd hate to have to gut him too, baby.” There’s a false hint of concern, you can picture a slight pout under the mask, his fingers tighten around the handle.

You eagerly scramble back on the bed, and Ghostface follows after you. His knees sink into the mattress on either side of your hips, one gloved hand shooting out to steady himself by your head and the other keeping a firm grip on his knife. He makes sure you can always see it, not because you actually need a reminder of the threat your (and your daddy’s by association) life is in, but because it entices you into being good.

Not that he’d mind a brat, but he doesn’t have the time today to break you apart piece by piece. He waves the knife in front of you, dangling a carrot in front of his dumb bunny, and reaches down under his cloak to unbuckle his belt.

“Aw, you perked up as soon as I started fiddling with my belt buckle, huh buttercup? Don’t get too excited, that little heart might burst and we haven’t even been able to watch any scary movies together yet.” Ghostface teases, shuffling back so his pants can fall to the floor.

You weren’t touching yet, but you still whine. His eyes must be crinkling under the mask because he giggles and climbs back up your body to hover above your face. He boops the tip of your nose with his knife, the edge gently scrapes against your chubby cheek and your jawline as he drags it along the contours of your face. Mapping it out so he knows which cuts to make without making you too ugly, as long as your holes can tighten enough to hug something, he doesn’t mind.

“Are you scared? Aw, I hope so, it’s only gonna make you tighter, you might even bleed without me having to give you a single cut.” He laughs when you pout at that, dragging the tip of his blade under your shirt before cutting it off and doing the same to your bra, a lacey thing you may or may not have bought specifically for this occasion. Blood red and now in tatters on your daddy’s bedroom floor, hopefully you can pick it up later before he comes home if you’re still alive.

“Mmh, don’t hurt me, please, I’m doing what you want aren’t I? I’m being good for you, that’s all I want, just wanna be good for you so fuckin’ bad.” You plead, gasping as he cuts away your mini skirt too.

And you do, it’s why you want your boyfriend to let go and carve you up as if all you’re good for is to be a monument to how much you adore him. You love him like this, slipping into the role of a guiltless killer who just might snuff the life out of you no matter how stellar your pussy game is, and you’ll love him afterwards when he needs round 3 (because you want one round with him in your pussy and one in your ass) to be gentle and sweet, his hung skinny boy cock stealing the breath out of you even when his strokes are languid and honey fueled.

“I know you do, I wouldn’t be giving you a chance to live otherwise, you whore. You’re just a sweet girl who got tripped up as soon as it was looking like you were gonna get dick, right? Doesn’t matter what happens after, don’t sweat it, you’re gonna get everything you want.”

You mewl, and your eyes flutter shut as he pushes your clothes off of your body. His knife’s blade shocks you a little when he drags it along your skin, making a path towards your dripping pussy. Your clit throbs in anticipation, Ghostface’s cloak shifts as his shoulders slightly shake from laughter.

“Greedy girl, I'm gonna put it in okay? Feel free to cry and scream all you want, I'd prefer it actually.” Is all the warning you get before he positions the black knife handle in front of your pussy, and starts pushing it in.

You whine at the stretch, and he doesn’t give you any time to adjust beyond that, slamming it in until the blade is just outside your hole. He grunts in pain, wrapping his hand around the sharp edges, his gloves are too thick for his skin to be sliced through, but you notice his cock twitch under his cloak.

You gush around the hilt of the knife, feeling too dizzy to look down at where it disappears into your body. It doesn’t do anything but split you in two, there’s no special spot it hits and the smooth bumpy ridges are too slight to provide any stimulation. It’s the brutality of the act that turns you on, a masked man looming above you as he plunges his knife into you, stabbing you from the inside.

The blade makes itself known every so often, poking your folds, imitations of sharp pecks as Ghostface thrusts the hilt inside your sopping wet pussy. The mess on your daddy’s sheets takes on more fluid, growing into a small puddle, you’re so embarrassed and your heart is beating faster than a hummingbirds as you stare up into the eyes of his mask. Black sinkholes surrounded by bright white, elongated and macabre, you clench around the handle. This could be the last sight you ever see, a ghostly specter getting off on desecrating your body and settling you on fire with your own shame.

You drool at his long fingers, curled so tightly around the blade, he must be in tremendous pain. Your clit jumps, listening for muffled pained groans held behind clenched teeth. It’s not your own suffering that gets you going apparently, this deranged man’s desperation to make you cum from being hurt that he ends up getting off on hurting himself is all you care about. Your daddy would forgive you, you just couldn’t help sniffing after a big soon to be bloody cock, maybe if you’re left alone afterwards he can put you back together. Kiss your wounds and gently guide you through a soft orgasm, a pink frothy ring permanently tied around the base of his cock.

“Is this knife a good enough dildo for you?” Ghostface sneers, he can tell that you’ve started to drift off, getting so caught up in the moment you can’t even be present enough to ride it out. “This pussy’s so tight I can't fit anymore of it in, guess you’ve been a good whore, I’m sorry I can't cut up your insides, carve them up like my special little pumpkin. Round and sweet and so fucking easy to squash into gooey pulp.”

You whimper and rock your hips down, desperate for the blade to somehow slip inside and absolutely mess you up. You want to bleed out around his cock and stare up into the eyes of his mask as you shatter around him, sharing the experience of cumming together while the light leaves your eyes. You don’t even know what he’d do, if he’d pull out right away and leave a sea of blood and other bodily fluids surrounding your corpse, if he’d snap a pic or two before sauntering right out the front door, whistling an old timey love song as he runs through his options for what to watch when he gets home.

Or maybe he’d stay, jostle his softening cock inside of you, softly bouncing your cooling body until it becomes too stiff. If he’d tear up just a little behind the mask and brush the gaping long oval shaped mouth over the lips on your face, your first kiss, only in death. He’d die someday and pull you down to hell so he can tell you his name and do this all over again, kissing the sweat off your philtrum and huffing the sulfur and brimstone from your bush.

“That’s it, clench on my knife handle, I know that’s what you’re after, but you’re still drooling… don’t tell me you want my cock now? We were just getting started…”

“I- I want your cock, so bad please, I wanna cum on it, wanna make you feel so good you’ll come back to finish me off later.” You beg and play with your tits, rolling your nipples in between your fingers so you’ll be even wetter.

You want it to be amazing for him, to be enveloped in so much liquid he’d only have to close his eyes and imagine it was your blood. You hear a groan coming from above you and you smile, “It’ll be so good, you can keep pretending you’ve killed me so we can do this again and again and again and again. I can be your perfect murder victim, a toy that never breaks for good, your cumsock. Please, Mr. Ghostface, we can even make a movie together if you want.”

Amateur porn, snuff, erotic-sleazy-trashy slasher gore porn, cheap horror, you’d do it all.

“God, you really are such a freaking freak. I thought I told you I wouldn't make a decision until I've ruined every one of your holes for anybody else. I guess this can be your audition, you wanna be my little star so bad then you can prove that you can handle what that’s really gonna be like. Gonna rough you up and leave you scraped raw, bully this pussy with my dick and choke you out when it’s time for bed.”

Your clit throbs painfully, and you almost cum on the now uncomfortable chafing material of his knife’s handle when he abruptly yanks it out, leaving your hole hungry and empty. More wetness dribbles out, some of it falling right on the black hilt and into the grooves, staining it in a way, you hope he sniffs it and jerks off while he kills some less lucky girl later.

He drops the knife right by your hip, and you wince as it knicks you. Ghostface braces himself on either side of your head and reaches down to ruck up his cloak, clumsily unbuttoning his pants with one hand and freeing his rock hard cock. You don’t get to marvel at it, to live with the knowledge that you know what the infamous serial killer terrorizing your town’s penis looks like. He doesn’t allow you any prep time now either, you’re not empty for long before he’s impatiently thrusting his bare cock in your puffy pussy.

It makes the most sickening squelch when his balls swing to hit your ass, like an organ you forgot existed just burst.

He gets so excited that he smacks you clean across the face, panting like a rabid dog mounting his prey.

“Fuck, virgins have the best pussies. Does this hurt, my fat fucking dick breaking you down into nothing? You look like you’re gonna cry, baby, it’s okay. You’ll like it soon, or not, this isn’t about what you want anyway, right? This is what you wanted, opening the door for a stranger only to get destroyed by his raw cock in your daddy’s bed.”

You’re still reeling from the slap but you have enough sense to nod, sobbing as his thrusts become harsher, sending you up the bed and spreading the burn of his length forcing itself to fit all throughout your abused body.

The smell of sex is going to take forever to come out, seeping through the walls and into the foundations of the house, an invisible scarlet letter for his future starlet.

Spencer’s phone beeps hours later, once, then twice, then a few more times before it falls silent.

I let you play without me this one time, don’t forget that.

Make sure to bring her room temperature water. Cold water gives her headaches. Two painkillers, not four unless she asks, she gets dizzy otherwise.

Take a shower if you’re feeling up to it, she’ll get fussy if she’s sticky and you’ll get fussy if she’s fussy.

Send me the video, last one on this floor of the bulding by now. Gideon went home an hour ago. I want pictures of you in the costume too.

Love you both, I’ll do my best to be home sometime tomorrow. No cockwarming if she’s too fucked out, just slip a plug in. You know her favorites, don’t get smug if she picks the pink heart shaped one again.

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exhaslo · 1 year ago

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Ghostface!Miguel x Reader PT.2

Part 1

Warning: Minors DNI, Smut, unprotected sex, masturbation', phone sex creampie, dirty talk and probably a bunch more.

A soft groan escaped your lips as you started to come to. Your head was pounding as you fluttered your eyes open. Before you was an unfamiliar ceiling. Trying to recall what had happened before you collapsed, you gasped and immediately checked your body. Clothes were still on and there were no stab wounds. You were alive, but for how long?

From what you recalled, you were drugged. Ghostface appeared and killed the two men who tried to take you away. This had to be his place. Why would Ghostface take you here? Was it to kill you? Realizing that you were not tied down in anyway, you quietly tried to find an exit. You needed to leave!

The only exit was either the bedroom door, or the window. Checking the window first, you gasped. You were in the top floor of an extremely tall apartment complex. You flinched as your phone buzzed, revealing it to be the unknown number.

"I-I know who you are now," You stuttered.

"Who?"

"G-Ghostface."

"Correct."

"And...I'm in one of your rooms...Waiting for you to kill me, right?" Tears were threatening to spill.

"Wrong." Ghostface said with a chuckle, "Why would I kill someone I just saved? I want something else."

You shuddered, looking around the room and noticed a camera, "What do you want?"

"I want you to touch yourself."

"T-Touch-Why?!"

"I want a different kind of relief. Lay on the bed and start, before I go out and kill someone close to you."

You whimpered lowly as you did as he said. At least he wasn't going to kill you, but for him to watch you masterbate? Your face was turning a million shades of red. You laid on the bed and slowly took off your costume. You had to do this, or someone else was going to die.

You started with your breasts, giving them a good massage as you thought of Miguel touching you. You just had to pretend that you were at home with no camera recording this. Once the thought left your mind, you returned to your pleasure. You groped and pinched your nipples, moving your hips as you thought of Miguel grinding you.

"Miguel," You whispered under your breathe.

"..."

Your fingers slid down to your clit, rubbing it in circular motion. Soft and quiet whimpers escaped your lips as you kept rubbing. Your legs spreading as you whimpered at your approaching orgasm. Quickly, you moved your fingers from your clit to your dripping hole, pumping them inside.

"Miguel~"

"Fuck," Ghostface whispered over the phone, bringing you back to your senses, "Don't stop now. Cum for me."

You bit your lower lip, unable to stop. You had literally forgotten about Ghostface until he spoke. You were surprised that he wasn't mad about you calling out another man's name. Gasping, you flinched as you fasten your pace, cumming against your fingers.

Right as you took a moment to catch your breathe, Ghostface entered the room. You yelped, about to sit up, but was pushed back down. You cried out as he entered two fingers inside your drenched hole, pumping them in faster and harder than your fingers. Tears rolled down your face as his fingers stretched you out wide.

"A-Ah~ W-Wait-" You tried to beg. Ghostface removed his mask, revealing it to be Miguel,

"How can I wait after watching you cum to thoughts of me, amor? I can't stop now." He groaned lowly, taking your breast in his mouth.

"M-Miguel?! Y-You're Ghostface?!" You barked, trembling against him as you rode his hand, "W-Why didn't you say something sooner! I was terrified!"

"Oh? Hey, (Y/N), I'm the murderous Ghostface and I dream of fucking you every night to relieve my stress. How does that sound?" Miguel asked as he curled his fingers inside your tight, gummy walls.

"Ah~ M-Mig~" You cam against his hand, panting heavily from your second orgasm, "Y-You...make a....wait...You wanted to-"

"I'm going to fuck you right here and now. You're going to be a good girl and ride my dick as many times as I make you."

You bit your lower lip as you watched him whip out his large cock from his cloak. He spread your legs over his shoulders, rubbing his tip against your folds. You shuddered in anticipation, whimpering as he pressed himself inside, stretching you out even more.

"Mig, it...t-too big."

"I said be a good girl."

Miguel slapped your thigh, waking you shake. He brought his lips to your neck, sucking against it, making as many marks as possible. You whined from the gesture, your hips rising slightly. Miguel was entering you slowly. His dick was so deep inside you that you nearly felt like cumming again from the intrusion. You gasped, your vision getting blurry as his tip started to poke you inside.

"A perfect fit." Miguel said with a smirk.

This was something you could only dream about. Your pussy was throbbing against Miguel's dick, giving him a place inside you. Right as you were about to get used to his size, Miguel pulled out, only to slap himself inside you again. You moaned loudly as he hit your cervix, causing you to see stars.

"I'm going to fill you up, make sure you know who you belong too." Miguel grunted as he started to rut into your soaked pussy.

"Y-Yes! Yes, Miguel!" You cried out, becoming overwhelmed with pleasure.

You didn't even care about Miguel being Ghostface anymore. His dick was bullying your pussy so good that you were losing sense of reason. Moans and whimpers were the only thing coming out of your mouth as Miguel drew another orgasm out of you. He watched your face contort with pleasure, slowing putting his mask back on.

"You like my dick inside you right? Being fucked by the evil and blood thirsty Ghostface feel that good?" He chuckled darkly, watching your mouth make an 'o' as he hit right in your sweet spot, "Why don't I give instead of take for once? Here, drink up."

You gasped, arching your back as you felt him force his dick as deep inside you as possible. His hot semen flooding into your womb before he started to his charade of thrusts once more. You moaned his name, begging him to slow down.

"Hm? Can't understand you. So cock drunk from my dick. Look at your pussy, sucking me dry, begging for more. I'm not letting you go. You're going to be my trophy wife."

"Y-Yes...s'good...mhm~" You babbled, moving your hips in rhythm with his. Miguel licked his lips as he kept slapping his dick inside you, giving you another fill of his cum,

"Don't let a single drop escape. If you do, I'll have to punish you." Miguel hummed as he pulled out.

You whimpered, laying on his bed, exhausted. His cum seeping out of your pussy. You were fine with whatever punishment he was going to give you. Miguel said you were going to be his wife. He wouldn't kill you as long as you kept being his good girl.

"I'll be back. Still have a few people who need to learn a lesson," Miguel told you.

You hummed in response, slowly closing your eyes. You were trapped in Miguel's web. You could tell no one about his true self. You could tell no one that you were going to be the wife of the infamous Ghostface. All you could do, was wait like a good girl and be Miguel's dear stress reliever.

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara smut #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel spiderverse #spiderman 2099 #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel spiderman #atsv miguel

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bells-of-black-sunday · 1 year ago

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Danny hums contentedly listening to the the ducks and Robin's sweet voice. "I know I don't, but I want to anyway." He laces his fingers with his pressing their bands together as he glanced at the water again. How did he even deserve this? There was nothing special about him and he wasn't going to lie to himself and pretend like his fiancé was in love with Danny Johnson and not the Ghost Face- ah well. There's not much to Danny Johnson anyway.

He was happy at the very least. Laying there in the sun, he wouldn't have to pretend to date people anymore. He had someone who wanted to spend the rest of his life with him. someone who was prepared to pack up and move at a moments notice-- not that they'd have to with the strangle hold over the police force a woman like Eve had but... he was still prepared for it.

His dad would be proud, "What do you want to do after this?"

"Mmm~ You like it?" Robin brightly smiled towards his fiance, the word bouncing around in his head as he leaned closer to Danny in order to gaze down at the camera from the same angle. He cleared his throat and tapped the top of it twice with a smirk, "It has a nightmode, and it also is considered one of the top brands on the market, so you'll have the highest quality photos for your work, and play, haha!" He finally leaned away as Danny glanced down to the card, unable to hold his smile back, "I'll show you the ropes in the next few days, its an easy process--"

His brow quirked when Danny thanked him, about to speak before he was swept into a kiss, one that had his eyes closing and his breath hitching. Robin just about melted into Danny's arms as they kiss, his heart fluttering wildly in his chest - ready to explode as his fiance pulled away slowly. Hell, Robin even leaned in for one more sweet kiss, as if he was unable to resist being apart from his lover for even one moment.

A lazy smile curled onto his lips as he laid beside his lover and put his hands behind his head with a coo, "You don't have to do any of that, you saying yes was a gift enough, trust me on that one."

#ic #just a man and his camera (ghostface)#verse; modern #/the proposal #theyre so dumb and stupidly in love-

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jenoslutie · 1 year ago

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phone fuck me | l.jn

❥ Synopsis: Another night of you signing onto the website you find yourself on way too often, You decide maybe todays the day to take on the highest rated slasher on the website, Ghostface.

❥ Pairing: Ghostface roleplayer!Jeno x Reader

❥ Genre: Smut, Phone sex, Sex hotline (kinda),

❥ Warnings: Ghostface Jeno, Phone sex, Webcam sex, usage of toys, mutual masturbation, mentions of knives, jeno mentions using knife on readers throat!!!!!, lmk if i missed anything else oh and SURPRISE AT THE END?

❥ Word Count: 1.4k

“Hello?” The sound of shuffling is all you could hear from the other line as you stare at the black screen, waiting for when you’ll see someone. Someone you paid to see. But before you could complain any longer, the screen lit up and before you was Ghostface. Well, someone dressed as Ghostface.

“Oh sorry, Miss Y/N. I didn’t mean to keep you waiting.” There you heard it. The voice of none other than the voice from all the Scream movies you’ve watched. There was no denying the voice alone sent tingles through your spine. “That’s okay..” You replied quietly, already feeling nervous from only hearing his voice.

“Can I ask you a question Miss Y/N?” The man asked to which you hummed in response. “Why’d you choose 1-800-SLASHERS? More specifically, why Ghostface?” It was safe to say the question caught you off guard, not expecting to be asked about why you’re here about to have phone sex with some random guy role playing as Ghostface. “Well” You started, trying to form the correct words in order to not embarrass yourself in front of Mr. Ghostface through the screen “You can say I’ve had a thing for Ghostface since forever” The man chuckled at your response.

“Can I ask you another question?” You realize that maybe he really enjoys getting to know his clients or maybe he’s just enjoying his time with you. “What’s your favorite Scream movie? Assuming you’ve watched all six of them” the question was too easy. There's obviously a right answer to that. “The first one duh! Tell me Billy and Stu weren’t easily the sexiest Ghostfaces in all of scream history.” The man chuckles at your response again, this time responding with something you definitely didn’t expect.

“So you’re telling me, you’re into taking two Ghostfaces at the same time? A spooky threesome maybe?” hearing that mixed with the incredibly sexy tone of the voice modulator he had went straight to ur pussy. Spooky threesome? With TWO Ghostfaces? A girl could only dream. You chuckled at that “A girl can dream” You repeated your thought for him to hear.

“Yeah? Why don’t you show me what you’re wearing and I’ll show you what I’m wearing? Hm? Show me that pretty body baby” You took a quick glance beside you, making sure there's nothing out of the ordinary around you besides the vibrator and dildo you had placed beside you. Once you made sure your surroundings were clear, you were quick to turn your camera on, angling it right under your face so it wasn’t in the view. You weren’t wearing anything particularly sexy as one would call it, just a pink lacy camisole paired with some pajama shorts but the quiet mumble of “fuck” that you heard from the other line could prove you wrong. You frowned at the lack of response from his side. “What about your end of the deal? Aren’t you going to show me?” Immediately, his camera turned on and you were gaped. The only thing he was wearing was a Ghostface mask. His toned chest and jacked arms were where your attention was at. You saw the sexy drop of his v-line, he looked like a greek god to say the least.

“Like what you see?” He chuckled, rubbing a hand across his defined chest. You hummed in response, scooting further back from your computer so he can see your legs as well. “Can you take off those shorts for me baby? I wanna see what i'm working with” You were quick to oblige, sliding the flimsy silk shorts off your body and throwing them aside. Far too excited to see where this is headed. You’re almost thankful you chose to ditch the underwear tonight, allowing you to spread your legs open for the mysterious Ghostface man to see your glistening folds. “Fuck baby, pussy’s so gorgeous” You see him throw his head back, his right hand sliding down somewhere under the view of the camera, using his left hand to push the camera back so his grey basketball shorts were also in the view, you didnt miss the way his right hand was stuffed inside his shorts, stroking his hard cock.

“God I want your cock so bad” You whined, bringing your hand down to your pussy, spreading your folds open so he can see how fucking wet you were for him. “Yeah? You want to be here with me while I make you fall apart on my cock. Hold my pretty knife to your throat and see how pretty you look when you're all scared and turned on for me? You want that baby?” You could only moan as you nodded your head yes.

“Fuck. Please, I need it so bad.” You rasped, feeling your arousal dripping down onto your sheets.

“Go for it baby, show me how nasty you can get for me” you didn't need to be told twice, immediately reaching for your vibrator bringing it to your clit, feeling the intense vibrations coursing through your body all the way down to your toes. “Don’t forget to tell me when you’re close, angel, I can't wait to hear you scream.” you could almost hear the smirk in his voice which sounded even sexier paired with the voice modulator.

“Fuck, I wish that was me making you moan like that.” The man groaned, throwing his head back giving you a view of his adams adam bopping as he swallowed. “I wish it was you too, making me feel this good.” You hum, angling your hips to give him a better angle. “Fuck, I’m gonna come,” You whine, feeling your high approaching faster than usual. “Hold it.” He commands.

That fucker. You’d mentally curse him if it weren't for how turned on you were right now, you’d do anything the man wanted and more. But still, you oblige, putting down your vibrator to give your poor swollen pussy a break until he speaks again.

“Use your pretty dildo baby, ride it like you’d ride me if I were there. So needy and desperate to get me off or maybe I’ll slit your pretty throat with my knife. You want that?” You were too turned on to realize that you never actually told him that you had any toys with you. So you oblige, picking up your dildo and turning around so your back was facing him. Aligning the head of the dildo to your cunt before sinking down on it with a loud moan. You could hear his groans getting louder from your computer, making you even more desperate to show him how good you are for him. Bouncing harder than ever, making sure he could see your arousal dripping down the dildo, covering it in your juices.

“That’s it baby, ride that while you wish it was my cock stretching you out so good” The man groaned, feeling his release approaching him harder than he’d like to admit. There was only one thing missing though.

“I'm so close, fuck, cmon baby moan my name, say its Jeno who you wish it would be making you so nasty and desperate” And you oblige, moaning out his name loud enough for everyone in the neighborhood to hear and you heard him moan out loud at that, turning your head to see him fall apart all over himself, his head lolling back as white spurts of his cum landed on his chest, some even getting on his mask but that was a problem for future him.

“Jeno! I’m so close. Fuck, Can i cum please? I’ve been so good I need it so bad” You could feel tears rolling down your cheeks as the pleasure felt too much to be edged again but to your luck the man you now knew as Jeno, hummed in approval.

“Cum for me baby, show me how pretty you look when you cum for me” There was something different, he had taken off the voice modulator and his voice alone sent you over the edge, his deep voice mixed with the raspiness of it had you moaning out his name like no tomorrow. Feeling your orgasm all over your body, your body buzzing from the aftermath of the strong orgasm Jeno had just given you through a screen.

“Fuck. that was-” You were cut off by a DING! Sound from your computer, similar to the one you heard when you joined the call. The camera loaded on to see another Ghostface?

“I heard someone wanted to be in a sequel?”

HELLO!!!! here is the Jeno fic for the 1-800-SLASHERS collab! the sequel, written by @jasminexox5 is linked aswell! i hope this fulfilled ur ghostface jeno fantasies as much as it could! feedback and comments are appreciated!

#nct smut #1-800-SLASHERS collab #jeno smut #nct dream smut #nct imagines #nct 00 line smut #nct dream #jenoslutie

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fishyvamp · 2 months ago

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Pick Danny up and twirl him around like the pretty princess he is 🩷

Also

Danny: Baby it's cute, it really is but... you can't keep the bow on

S/O: Whyg not :((

Danny: People are supposed to think there's one of us. They won't think there's one of us, if one of us has a cute little accesory on

S/O: We'll murder 'em

Danny: ...

Danny: Yeah I can't really argue with that

Danny didn't know why he decided to add a partner, maybe because he was bored, but he finally found someone who matched his freak and his appreciation for the design. you looked so cute your face all scrunched up as you poured over your newest victim's routine. Someone simple, a superintendent for the local school district.

Danny had insisted that he was too big of a target and mundane enough, but somehow with those puppy dog eyes and whining. (not to mention providing evidence that the people were mostly neutral about him, and pointing out that even those in power need to be reminded they're not safe from Ghostface.) you got him to cave. pretty basic routine honestly, but that just makes it all the easier. 3 kills, move on, two were already taken care of, and it was time for the grand final.

Danny came up from behind resting his chin on your head when his eyes fell upon your mask. decorated with a pink bow. It was adorable honestly. He reached out grabbed the mask and flipped it around to study it. "Baby, I know you might think that's cute, but we're selling a story here. We're supposed to be scary and a bow doesn't fit that design." You lean back in your chair a smirk on your face as you fold your arms.

"And what's more terrifying to a fragile man than to be murdered by someone in a pretty bow. getting all covered in his blood" You chuckled loudly. Danny set the mask down softly turning to face you slowly. "It doesn't follow the design." his eyes narrow the closer he gets. crowding into your space. "The design is whatever we want sweetie." you stand up grin still plastered on your face as you feel his posture faltering as he leans into the desk pinned between your arms. leaning in close you whisper into his ear, "Think about it, you think the killer is some strong powerful muscular man, that's how he overpowers everyone, but then just for you he shows up at your house giggling, laughing, skipping practically with a pretty pink bow hot glued to his mask as guts you like a fish on camera."

Danny swallows thickly nodding his head, "Yeah," his throat dry as all he can think about is how incredibly hot you are right now and how he just wants to feel you on top of him, he nods, "The bow can stay." you grab his face forcing him to look you in the eye, "good boy." you growl lowly eyes half-lidded.

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bells-of-black-sunday · 1 year ago

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"Manipulate, mansplain, manwhore-"

#ic #just a man and his camera (ghostface)#/crack #I spent a long time talking about character development w/ Egg last night- i wanna WRITE #let me get to things

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sturnlsstuff · 2 months ago

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GHOSTFACE!MATT x SWEET!READER — HEADCANONS !

ghostface!matt who. . . takes a picture of you when you don't look and have it on his lockscreen ever since.

ghostface!matt who. . . kills every man that has interest in you.

ghostface!matt who. . . is shy without his mask.

ghostface!matt who. . . almost never stays overnight at your place, scared of attachment.

ghostface!matt who. . . has trust issues, constantly worrying you'll betray him.

ghostface!matt who. . . always knows what you're doing, where you are and with who.

ghostface!matt who. . . gets pissed off fast, but afterwards makes sure he didn't hurt you.

ghostface!matt who. . . wants you to be safe so he always is near, no matter where you're going.

ghostface!matt who. . . makes sure you know how obsessed with you he is.

ghostface!matt who. . . loves to compliment you and watching you blush.

ghostface!matt who. . . always calls you sweetheart or sweetie.

~~~ ❦ ~

ghostface!matt who. . . always praises you.

ghostface!matt who. . . has a camera in your bathroom.

ghostface!matt who. . . loves eating you out, saying you taste like a candy.

ghostface!matt who. . . prefers to fuck you with his mask on.

ghostface!matt who's. . . favorite positions are missionary and cowgirl.

ghostface!matt who. . . is rough in bed, enjoying seeing you being sore the next day.

ghostface!matt who. . . moans when he goes down on you.

ghostface!matt who. . . prefers to be on top, loving the control he has over you.

ghostface!matt who. . . steals your underwear.

ghostface!matt who. . . jerks off to your pictures or while watching you on the camera.

ghostface!matt who. . . gets hard just by the smallest of your touch.

ghostface!matt w/o the mask who. . . whimpers.

ghostface!matt w/o the mask who. . . loves watching you choking on his dick.

ghostface!matt w/o the mask who. . . gets flustered when you ride him.

sweet!reader who. . . seems innocent but can be a brat.

sweet!reader who. . . loves bows, but her favorite color is black.

sweet!reader who. . . loves to cuddle but is afraid to ask for it.

sweet!reader who. . . constantly blushes.

sweet!reader who. . . secretly enjoys the attention ghostface!matt is giving her.

sweet!reader who. . . takes a lot of pictures and loves looking at them when ghostface!matt isn't near.

sweet!reader who. . . is really brave even if doesn't look like it.

sweet!reader who. . . always talks back to ghostface!matt, making him lose his mind.

sweet!reader who. . . talks about one boy to her friends all the time, but never reveals his identity.

~~~ ❦ ~

sweet!reader who. . . has a lot of crazy, secret fantasies that ghostface!matt isn't scared to make reality.

sweet!reader who. . . gets turned on by seeing matt in his mask.

sweet!reader who. . . has a praise and knife kink.

sweet!reader who. . . loves sucking ghostface!matt's dick.

sweet!reader who. . . is flustered by how fast she can make ghostface!matt hard.

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#matt sturniolo #sturnlsstuff ❦ [ghostface!matt]#ghostface!matt x sweet!reader #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo smut #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo x fem reader #matt sturniolo x fem reader #matt sturniolo x you #matt sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo headcanon #ghostface!matt headcanon

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webism · 2 months ago

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Because Ive had a few questions about the other routes and whether theyll follow the same plot as Nanamis, heres a short summary of each route:

under cut in case you dont want them spoiled

You and Gojo are dating, he takes you to an state of the Gojo clan that happens to be in the middle of nowhere. He challenges you to a race through the giant hedge maze in the garden: if he catches you before you reach the middle, 'your body is his'.

You and Geto just had a one night stand, the man you wake up to is a lot less sweet than the man you fucked the night before—turns out, this hookup wasn't random, and he's had eyes on you for a while.

Your boyfriend Ino asks you to bring him back his USB stick of scary movies for a halloween date night he has planned. Upon arriving to his apartment you find it a bloody mess and assume he's fallen victim to the psycho iller terrorising the city.

Your lawyer, Higuruma, is sick of defending those that don't deserve freedom—he puts you on trial of sorts, makes you plead innocent or guilty. You'll receive punishment for your crimes or compensation for your false imprisonment.

Your ex boyfriend Shiu doesn't like the fact you're having rebound sex with new people. So the last man to touch you ends up with his hands cut off and delivered to your front doorstep by a man in a mask that you swear is familiar...

You've been stalked mercilessly by Sukuna for the past few months, with little the police have been able to do about it, you find yourself face-to-face with your stalker one evening when he decides he'd like to play a game of hide and seek in the woods that surround your house.

You and Shoko go shopping for halloween costumes with plans of having a sexy ghostface x victim photoshoot. When you get home and change into your outfit, you realise Shoko already has one of her own.

Your best friend Choso has been getting just a little too clingy as of late. When you're too busy touching yourself to answer his texts, he's thankful for the cameras he set up in your house when he realises it's his name you moan when you cum.

You're bored one night and horribly horny so you sign up to a 'sext-a-stranger' website and match with a very beautiful Yuki, who as well as making you cum harder than ever before through a computer screen, also teaches you why you shouldn't talk to strangers online.

You're the only child of a very important business mogul and a very pent up Toji holds you for ransom money—however, your proof of life tape turns into something a little more x rated.

You, Gojo, and Geto go on a trip out to the woods to stay in a cabin and fulfil your wood-life se tape fantasies. you realise a little too late, however, that these two men were going for a more... 'livestreamed as they chase you through the woods, first to find and catch you fucks you' type deal.

Your boyfriend Ino takes you on a date to an abandoned haunted carnival, where in the house of mirrors you learn just how well Nanami has been teaching him about fear play. He's even offered to give his student a live demonstration.

Yuki accuses you of flirting with her boyfriend, Choso, at a halloween house party. Subsequently that night you're cornered by a blonde in a ghostface mask, and joined soon after by her eager other-half.

Toji & Shiu's route is still being decided on :)

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doctorbitchcrxft · 2 months ago

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Ghostfacers | Supernatural Series Rewrite | Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Warnings: reader's a little traumatized by this one, angst, canon violence, canon gore, slightly NSFW (MDNI 18+ ONLY)

Word Count: 6023

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“Do we have to do this?” you asked Dean.

“Unfortunately, yeah,” he replied.

You, Dean, and Sam were heading toward the lair of “the Ghostfacers,” as they had dubbed themselves; otherwise known as the “mooks”— Dean’s words, not yours— you’d met at the Hell House in Texas.

After exchanging some awkward “hello”s with them, you settled into lawn chairs in the Ghostfacers’ “office,” otherwise known as Ed’s parents’ garage.

You and Dean had been to Batman Begins in theaters a few months prior, and from that experience, you knew neither of you would be capable of silence during this viewing of the Ghostfacers’ documentary.

With Dean on your right, Sam to your left, and the Ghostfacers sitting in front of you, you turned your attention to the projector one of them had set up and aimed at the garage door.

***

The screen faded in on Harry and Ed sitting in fancy chairs holding glasses of brandy and wearing suits.

“Hello. I am Harry Spengler”

“And I am Ed Zeddmore. Now if you have received this tape, you must be some sort of bigwig network executive. Well, today is your lucky day, mister.”

“Because the unsolicited pilot you are about to watch is the bold new future of ‘reality TV’,” Harry continued.

Ed hummed. “We know you've had it hard during the crippling writer's strike.”

“Lazy fat cats.”

“Who needs writers when you've got guys like us?”

Harry reached for a cheap dimmer switch.

***

“Why wouldn’t they edit that out?” you whispered to Dean.

“Skill issue,” Dean replied, smirking.

***

Ed appeared on-screen, voice carrying loudly through the basement once more. “Our team faced horrible horrors to bring you the footage that will change your world forever. So strap in for the scariest hour in the history of television.”

Harry stupidly continued, “In the history of your life…”

“Strap in for…”

“Ghostfacers!” Harry and Ed disjointedly exclaimed together.

Then, a horrific theme song started playing over the introduction to each of the Ghostfacers, and, to your surprise, Sam was introduced as well. The man in question went white when his face appeared on screen.

You snickered, but your laughter didn’t last long when you appeared next. Your name flashed across the screen in bold white letters while they played a clip of you pointing your finger in Harry’s face and yelling at him. Dean laughed at you, but again, his laughter was short-lived when he was introduced flipping off the camera, his finger censored by a weird drawing of a skull.

You turned to him smirking, and he jokingly rolled his eyes at you.

***

“You know,” Ed began, western music playing in the background of a shot of him and Harry walking forward, “it can get kind of hard balancing our daytime careers with our nighttime missions.”

“Yeah, but Ed and I pretty much call the shots at the Kinko's where we work, so we can usually pretty much get off by six every night?” Harry chimed in.

***

You shot a look at Dean.

***

The video continued. “Yeah, six o'clock. It used to be just, you know, you and I taking on the cases— just Harry and me.”

“Two lone wolves,” Harry added, his face appearing on-screen again.

“And two lone wolves need, uh… other wolves,” Ed finished.

***

“I can’t tell if I find their remarkable stupidity endearing or not,” you whispered to Dean.

***

“Morning, 'facers,” on-screen Ed announced.

“It's seven p.m., dude,” Spruce chimed in from behind the camera.

“It's morning to a Ghostfacer,” Harry said. “Corbett, what do we got, buddy?”

“Oh, I'm just putting up some of the—”

Ed cut Corbett off. “Yeah, this has got to go up here. That's got to go here. got to see the whole field. Markers, eraser— good job.”

Then, the video cut to Corbett introducing himself. “I first saw Ed putting up flyers down at the— the outlet mall in Scogan, so I- I read one, and I thought to myself, ‘huh. Where do ghosts come from?’ And now here I am.” He smiled awkwardly.

“Ed, your sister's abusing staff,” Harry said, appearing back on screen.

“That's adopted sister, thank you very much,” Ed replied.

It then cut to Maggie, the sister in question. “Ed has been obsessed with the supernatural since we were kids, y’know, and then he meets Harry at computer camp. And love at first geek.”

***

“I genuinely do enjoy her,” you whispered to Dean.

“What, you got a crush?” he whispered back.

“Hell, no. Harry can have her,” you said, nudging his cheek with your nose playfully.

***

“Spruce here.” He’d turned the camera around on himself. “What up, playa?” It then cut to him driving a cart picking up golf balls. “I am fifteen-sixteenths Jew, one-sixteenth Cherokee. My grandfather is a mohel, my great-grandfather was a tallis maker, and my great-great-grandfather was a degenerate gambler and had a peyote addiction.”

It cut back to the interior of the garage.

“Okay, people,” asserted Ed. “Let's cut the chatter and get on a mission. Okay? Morton house. One of our big fish. Alright, we all know the legend. Every four years, supposedly, this becomes the most haunted place in America.”

“The leap year ghost, some call it,” Harry added. “The ghost returns at midnight just as February 29th begins.”

“And no one has ever stayed the night, right?” Maggie chimed in.

Harry nodded. “Yeah, well, every testimony that we dug up, every eyewitness has cut and run well before midnight.”

“Well, that's all about to change, baby,” Ed commented.

Harry nodded proudly beside Ed. “Absolutely true, Ed. Absolutely true.”

***

Dean leaned down to you. “You think they’ve ever fucked?”

“Oh, definitely,” you answered.

***

Corbett handed Ed a coffee. “Mmm. That's good,” Ed told Harry. “It's French vanilla, 'cause the other day, you said how much you liked it, so…” Corbett cut his own rambling off.

“Thank you.”

“You are welcome.”

Then, Harry appeared in the driver’s seat of his car. “I like Corbett. I do. Shows up early, does his job, lot of good hustle out—” Suddenly, Corbett knocked on the window of the car and waved.

Harry awkwardly waved back. “I think he's got the hots for Ed, and that could spell trouble for the whole team.”

The camera cut back to Corbett. “Ed's kind of the more rugged, with that really golden… beautiful sort of beard. Definitely nice. Uh, and Harry's nice.”

While the antics on-screen continued, you reflected on how you’d ended up in this situation.

***

Coincidentally, Dean had always had an interest in busting up the Morton house. According to him, it was your “Grand Canyon” as Dean called it; whatever that meant. And with Dean running out of time, you and Sam were eager to appease him.

When you looked back at the screen, the Ghostfacers had broken into the Morton House, as had you and the Winchesters.

You remembered seeing the van Harry and Ed had driven their friends to the house in as you approached the house with Sam and Dean. From there, you and the brothers were as silent as possible while moving into the house.

***

Either Corbett or Ed had a camera on their head when you confronted them upon your entrance into the house.

“This is spooky, man. This place…” Ed trailed off.

Three flashlights appeared on screen with the three of you in shadow.

“Freeze!” Dean demanded. “Police officers! Don’t move! Let's see some identification.”

Corbett began to panic while you and the brothers confronted them. ““What— are we under— under arrest?”

“We are unarmed!” Ed squeaked.

“Oh, god,” Corbett mumbled, handing his wallet to you.

For the first time, your face was visible on-screen. “What’s with the get-up, Mr…” you trailed off, reading the I.D. in his wallet, “Corbett?”

“I know you,” said Ed.

Apparently, you’d recognized him at the same time. Still, you chose to keep up the act. “Yeah, sure. Lemme see your I.D.”

“Yeah, ho—” Ed snorted. “Whoa, hold on a second. I know all three of you guys. Yeah!”

“What?” Corbett asked.

“Holy shit!” Sam cursed.

Dean hadn’t caught on by that point. “What?”

“West Texas,” you rolled your eyes. “The Hell House. These fuckers almost got us killed.”

“Yeah, the hellhounds or something?” Sam remembered.

“Fuck me,” Dean sighed.

***

Pulling your eyes from the screen, you turned to Dean. “You’ve got a face for camera. Anybody ever tell you that?”

A chuckle rumbled deep in Dean’s chest while the interaction continued on-screen.

***

Ed had informed his friend Corbett that the three of you weren’t cops.

Dean was asking Ed where Harry was.

“He's running around, chasing ghosts,” Ed had told him.

“Okay, well, listen, you and Rambo need to get your girlfriends and get out of here,” Dean grumbled.

“Alright, listen here, chisel chest, okay?”

You snorted at Ed’s comment, both in the video and while watching it.

“We were here first. We've already set up base camp. We beat you.” On-screen Dean rolled his eyes, mockingly telling you, “They were here first.” He grabbed Ed’s shoulder.

Ed’s face paled, and he said, “Oh, god.”

***

You smiled proudly at your boyfriend as you watched the video.

***

“Where's your partner?” Dean growled in Ed’s face.

***

Dean leaned over to whisper to you as the video continued, “You look a little uncomfortable, sweetheart, you okay?”

He had obviously noticed the way you pressed your thighs together. “Fuck you,” you whispered in response. You turned your attention back to the video.

***

Spruce, Maggie, and Harry were poking around somewhere in the Morton House. They’d stumbled across the first of the death echoes you’d encountered that night.

Back in the living room, Dean was interrogating Ed. “What are you doing in the Morton House, Ed— on leap year— what are you thinking?”

“We're here to spend the night, okay? It's for our TV show,” Ed scoffed.

Sam’s eyebrows shot up as the camera turned to him. “What? Great. Perfect.”

“Yeah, nobody's ever spent the night before,” Corbett replied from behind the camera.

“Uh, actually, yeah, they have,” you said.

“Well, princess, we’ve never heard of them,” Harry replied.

“Don’t call me that!” you snapped, stepping up to him. “The ones that have, haven’t lived to talk about it!”

Ed shrank away from you. “Oh, come on, I don't believe you.”

*** Dean leaned down to your ear. “Can you yell at me like that?”

You shoved his head away from yours, cheeks burning.

***

“Look: missing-persons reports going back almost half a century.” Sam was showing Ed the research on the house you’d gathered. “John Graham stayed on a dare— gone. Julie Wilkerson— gone. There are tons more. All of them came to just stay the night through, always on a leap year. The only body they ever found was the last owner, Freeman Daggett.”

“These look legit,” said Ed.

“That’s because they are, dimwit,” you told him.

Sam kept going. “Look, Ed, we ain't got much time here, buddy. Starting at midnight, your friends are going to die.”

Harry, Maggie, and Spruce ran into the living room screaming about the apparition they saw in their bizarre ghost-classifying nomenclature.

“Hey, aren't those the dickheads from Texas?” Harry asked Ed, suddenly noticing the three of you were in the room.

“Alright, let's have this reunion across the street, guys,” Dean encouraged dryly.

Harry spoke over Dean as he continued to urge them outside. “Crap. What are you guys doing here?”

Maggie pulled up footage on her laptop of the apparition which you began to pay attention to. It was of a man in a sharp, 1920s-style suit, who then got blown away by an invisible gun shot.

You lightly hit Dean’s arm to get him to walk away from the group, and Spruce followed the three of you walking off with his camera. “Death echo, guys,” you said.

“Think we’re off on this?” Sam asked.

“Yeah, but what's it doing here? Did anybody get shot here?” Dean replied.

“No, not that we could find,” you told him.

“What’s a death echo?” Spruce piped up from behind the camera.

You sighed and turned to him. “Look, there’s a real problem here. But that ghost ain’t it.”

“What's a death echo?” Spruce repeated.

Dean was clearly exasperated. “Echoes are trapped in a loop, okay? They keep replaying how they died over and over and over again; usually in the place where they were ganked. It's about as dangerous as a scary movie.”

“So the echo’s not our goon,” you added. “Something else is, though.”

“You're right,” Dean nodded. “Alright, we need to get out of here, guys. Come on. Let's go. Let's go. Let's go. Pack it up.”

You helped the boys shove the Ghostfacers toward the door despite their rising protests.

“Wait! Wait!” Ed shouted. “Where's Corbett?”

***

“Oh, this poor bastard,” you whispered to Dean, who shot you an empathetic look.

***

The camera then cut to the feed rolling on the camera attached to Corbett’s head.

“I wish to communicate with the restless spirits here,” Corbett’s voice carried through the upstairs room. Then, the camera and the lights flickered. Corbett switched on his night vision. As soon as he flipped the camera around to himself, a ghostly, looming figure appeared behind him.

The camera cut back to the living room.

***

“That’s not a bad editing choice,” Dean told you.

You slapped him lightly, knowing poor Corbett’s fate.

***

“No man left behind,” Ed was saying on the screen.

Suddenly, Corbett’s scream echoed through the speakers in the garage. You shut your eyes and squeezed Dean’s hand, knowing the unfortunate fate Corbett had suffered.

Ed’s face appeared on screen when you reopened your eyes. “That was Corbett.”

The Ghostfacers were making a run for the second floor while you and the Winchesters protested.

“Guys!” Sam called. “Fuck!”

The camera cut to the remaining Ghostfacers searching for their friend among harrowing screams.

Spruce caught sight of you searching for the missing man. “Corbett!” you called.

“Help me!” Came his anguished reply.

The Winchesters took Spruce and began shoving him down the stairs with the rest of his group, the camera leaving you behind.

Dean made Spruce turn the camera off, which you thought was funny to watch back.

Back in the living room of the Morton House, the group was panicked. They tried to search all of the camera angles while Spruce turned his camera to you and the WInchesters bickering in the corner.

“Well, it’s 12:04, Dean,” Sam told his brother. “You good? You happy?”

“Yeah, I am happy,” Dean grumbled.

Sam continued his mockery. “ ‘Let's go hunt the Morton house,’ you said, ‘it's our Grand Canyon’.”

“Sam, I don’t wanna hear this,” Dean responded.

“You got two months left, Dean. Instead, we're gonna die tonight.”

“Lay off him, Sam,” you grunted as you picked up a chair and smashed it against the sealed front door as hard as you could.

“Whoa!” Spruce cried. “What the hell is going on, guys?”

“Every door, every window, every fucking exit of this house— they’re all sealed,” you announced to the room.

“Wh— Why are they sealed?” Maggie asked you.

Dean took over the explanation. “It's a supernatural lockdown, okay? Whatever took Corbett doesn't want us to leave, and it's no death echo. This is a bad motherfucker, and it wants us scared.”

“Or it just wants us,” Maggie suggested.

The EMF detector somewhere off screen went wild. The camera flickered, and Harry slid up to Maggie to hold her hand.

“Uh, guys, the camera's fritzing again,” Spruce told the group.

“Whoa. Whoa. Guys, the EMF's starting to spike. This is a big one!” Harry said.

“Everybody, stay close. There's something coming,” Sam instructed.

Another apparition appeared before the camera.

“That’s not the same echo!” you noted off-camera.

“Multiple echoes? What the hell's going on?” Dean’s frustrated grumbling came from behind the camera.

“Beats me,” Sam replied.

“Hey!” you cried, waving your arms in front of the echo’s face, form visible on-camera. “Hey, man, you’re dead! Hello!”

“What’s she doing?” Harry asked the Winchesters from behind the camera.

“It's rare, but sometimes you can shock an echo out of its loop if you can talk to the part of the ghost that's still human, but usually you have to have some kind of connection to the deceased,” Sam explained.

“You’re dead, man! Time’s up! Cross the veil, or whatever!”

The apparition flickered and turned around while the screen flickered.

“You guys hear that?” Harry whispered into the microphone.

You kept yelling at the ghost. “Yo, dude!” You jumped in front of it again. “You’re so very dead! Super dead! Wake up!” Suddenly a bright light appeared on the apparition’s stomach, and a train horn approached. It seemed as if the train hit the man as he flew backwards and disappeared.

You had cowered and covered your eyes to avoid potentially being hit by whatever was heading for the death echo.

“Where the hell did it go?” Harry asked.

The camera cut to footage of the outside of the Morton House.

***

“This is getting kinda painful,” Dean whispered to you.

“Absolutely,” you replied.

***

Back on screen, the group was following you, Sam, and Dean with the camera as you peeked around upstairs.

“Dude, there's no records of any of this here,” Dean grumbled. “No one got shot here. Obviously, no one got run over by a fuckin’ train.”

“Stay close,” you ordered the group.

“Did the echoes take Corbett?” Maggie asked from behind the camera.

“Yes. No. I don't know,” Dean huffed. “We don't know what's doing what here; that's what we're trying to figure out, okay?”

“Okay, look, um, death echoes are ghosts, okay?” Sam was now close to the camera and talking into it. “Now, ghosts, they usually haunt places where they lived or where they died.”

“Except these mooks didn't live or die here,” Dean added from a few feet ahead.

“So, what are they doing here?” Maggie asked. “Hey, give the lady a cigar.” Dean turned to the camera. “Alright, seriously, does looking at this nightmare through that camera make you feel better or something? I mean…” He trailed off, frustrated.

A string of disjointed replies ended in, “Uh, yeah. I think so.”

The smirk on Dean’s face faded. “Oh.” He kept walking forward. He led the group into a room where deer heads and kills of Freeman Daggett hung on the walls.

“Freeman Daggett, house's last owner, officially commended for twenty years of fine service at the Gamble General Hospital.” The camera turned to Sam, holding a broken frame with a certificate inside he’d just read from.

“He was a doctor?” you asked.

“Janitor,” Sam replied.

“This looks like his den. When'd you say he died— '64?” Dean chimed in.

“Yeah, heart attack,” you nodded.

“What are these, c-rations?” Maggie’s hand came out from behind the camera to point at a few objects around the room.

“Yeah, army-issued, three squares; like a lifetime supply,” Dean noted.

“God, is that all he ate?” You could almost see Maggie grimacing behind the camera.

“One-stop shopping,” Dean quipped.

***

“Hey,” Dean whispered as you continued watching, “this ‘Dean’ guy’s pretty funny.”

You rolled your eyes. “Egomaniac.”

***

You turned your attention back to the screen as Ed came into view. “Oh, come on, guys. This is ridiculous. I mean, how the hell is this supposed to find Corbett, huh? We should be digging up the fuckin’ floorboards right now.”

Maggie panned over to Sam. “Huh. ‘Survival Under Atomic Attack’.” He was holding a dusty pamphlet. “An optimist.”

Dean pried the safe open in the corner of the camera’s view. “Crap. Crap. Taxidermy. Okay. You said Daggett was a hospital janitor?”

You nodded.

“Ew,” he grimaced. “Got three toe tags here: one, death by gunshots, train accident, and suicide.”

“Oh, shit,” you sighed. “Well, hello, death echoes. Their bodies ‘ve gotta be somewhere in the house, then.”

“Daggett brought the remains home from the morgue. To… play,” Dean explained to the camera.

A chorus of disgusted sounds came from around the room of the Morton House.

Maggie moved the camera across a mirror and clearly startled herself. Dean tried to herd her closer, and the camera landed on you and Dean standing next to Sam. Then, the camera flickered, and you were gone.

You grimaced watching what happened to you. The room the ghost had brought you to smelled horrific, the scene was grotesque, and being in that room with Corbett… it was almost too much for you. You squeezed Dean’s hand at the memory.

Back on the screen, Dean was frantically shouting your name. You almost smiled at the sentiment.

“Where'd she go?” Spruce asked from behind the other camera.

Dean picked up your dropped flashlight. “(Y/N)!” he yelled.

The camera cut again, and as soon as it picked up, Dean was yelling for you again. Sam was, too, and the rest of the group was yelling for you and Corbett.

The camera swung around to face Maggie and Harry.

“God, I am so scared. I'm so scared,” Maggie said. “It's gonna be okay. It's gonna be okay, Maggie.” Harry hugged her close to him before stooping to kiss her.

Then, the camera cut to Ed in a hallway.

***

Dean grumbled, “Sure, my girl’s missing, but cut to a fuckin’ love story.”

You kissed his cheek. “I’m back now. All good.”

***

On screen, Ed stumbled upon Maggie and Harry. He immediately flipped out. “My best friend... and my best sister. Are you banging my sister?!”

“No! No!” Harry shouted back.

“Hold my glasses,” Ed sneered.

“You got it,” Spruce said from behind the camera.

Ed jumped at Harry, albeit weakly, and the tussle carried on until Dean and Sam came to break it up.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” Dean roared. “Cut it out! We're down by two people. (Y/N)! Sweetheart, answer me!”

“(Y/N/N)!” Sam called. “(Y/N)!”

Their voices became distant while Spruce stayed with the group recovering from the fight.

Then, the camera cut to a night-vision camera on the table in the room you’d been brought to.

***

You squeezed Dean’s hand tighter.

***

The camera was lying awkwardly on the table across from Corbett.

“Corbett!” you whispered from off-screen. “Corbett, buddy, wake up!”

“It’s My Party” by Leslie Gore was playing statically in the background.

You remembered the table in front of you had been set with a cake, confetti, and party hats.

“(Y/N)?” Corbett whispered weakly.

“Corbett, hey, you gotta keep listening to my voice, okay? I'm right here. Stay awake,” you urged him.

Off-screen, the ghost murmured, “Don’t listen.” He picked up a knife and moved behind Corbett. “It stops hurting, so don't worry.”

“Corbett, stay with me,” you pleaded.

You knew at that point you were struggling against your restraints.

“Stay with me!” your voice came from off-screen. “I’m right here, Corbett! Oh, god— no, no!”

Daggett stabbed Corbett through the throat.

***

“I’m gonna fuckin’ kill these guys, I swear,” Dean muttered to you having watched you tear up as you relived the horror on-screen.

“Dean, it’s fine,” you whispered back. “I’m okay now.” You sniffed.

***

“Corbett! Where'd you guys go?” Harry called on-screen. “Dean, what are you doing?”

The camera pointed to Dean rummaging through Daggett’s belongings. “Okay, so Daggett was a cold war nut, okay? He was— he was an amateur taxidermist. He liked to slow dance with cadavers, and all he ate were c-rations, so what the hell are we looking for?!”

“Horrible little life,” Maggie commented.

“Dean, that’s it,” Sam realized.

Maggie turned the camera toward the younger brother.

“He was scared!” exclaimed Sam. He took off into another room.

Dean followed close behind.

Another camera closer to Corbett showed you on the opposite end of the table from him. On either side of you were two rotted corpses. The smell of that horrible room would never be erased from your mind.

“Get away from me,” you begged on-screen. You struggled even harder against your binds.

“This won't hurt,” Daggett sing-songed. “It's okay. It's okay. Relax. Relax.” He strapped a party hat onto your head.

The camera cut to Corbett, who was slumped over dead at the other end of the table.

***

“I swear, I’ll never forget what that looked like,” you whispered to Dean, referring to what Corbett’s corpse looked like six feet away from your face.

***

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Where are you going?” Maggie asked from behind the camera, the video having cut back to Dean and Sam.

“Guys like Daggett back then, the ones who were really scared of the Russians,” Sam explained, “they built bomb shelters.”

“I'm guessing he's got one. I'll bet you it's in the basement,” Dean added.

Suddenly, Dean and Sam were cut off from Harry, Ed, and Maggie while Spruce was with them.

Dean yelled from behind the door, “It wants to separate us! Ed! listen to me! There's some salt in my duffel. Make a circle and get inside.” The group did as they were told despite some minor miscommunications.

Spruce’s camera showed Sam and Dean running down the basement stairs.

The camera cut back to the Ghostfacers getting in the salt circle.

“Harry, listen— listen to me, okay? listen. If we don't die... it's totally okay if you, uh, do my sister,” Ed told Harry.

Maggie pushed Ed from behind her camera.

“Ow!”

The camera flickered again.

“Hey guys, hey guys, it's coming again,” Maggie said.

The group huddled together as the lights continued to flicker around the Morton House, but Corbett appeared in front of them. He was bloody, the wound gnarly and gushing.

“Oh,” Ed muttered. “Corbett.”

Cutting back to Spruce, he had a question for Sam. “Hey, can I ask you something?” “What?” Sam asked.

“Earlier, you said he has three months left?”

“Yeah,” Sam nodded. “A while ago—” Dean cut him off. “No, no, no. We’re not gonna whine about our fuckin’ problems to some shitty reality show. I’m gonna do my fuckin’ job.”

“Is it cancer?” Spruce asked after a moment.

“Shut up,” Dean growled.

“You hear that?” asked Sam, shushing Spruce and Dean.

The camera cut back to you.

“I've been waiting for some more friends. I get lonely. But you're coming to my party, aren't you?” Daggett asked you, his melodic voice haunting.

You were crying by this point and trying to get to the dagger in your jacket sleeve. “Dean, help me!” you screamed, voice raw.

Dean squeezed your hand and traced circles on it with his thumb.

“Is that music?” asked Spruce, the video returning to Dean and Sam.

“Yeah, it's coming from behind this wall,” said Sam.

Dean shoved a cabinet away from the wall single-handedly.

“Wow, you're strong,” Spruce commented.

Dean flipped the camera off.

***

You laughed, but your joy was soon cut off by the camera returning to you.

***

“You’ll stay a good, long time,” Daggett sang, tracing your chin with his hand.

Then, Dean burst through the door to the bomb shelter. “(Y/N)!” He shot at Daggett while Sam untied you.

You hugged Sam briefly before throwing yourself into Dean’s arms. He hugged you close to him and buried his face in your hair.

Spruce panned his camera around the room to reveal the other guests at the party and Corbett, the new addition.

“Oh, no, Corbett,” Spruce sighed.

Back in the living room, Ed, Harry, and Maggie were still in the salt ring. The group realized the poor man was now a death echo.

The camera cut back to you, Spruce, Sam, and Dean.

“What's this Daggett guy's problem anyway?” Spruce asked you.

“Loneliness,” you said.

“What, he's never heard of a Realdoll?” Dean scoffed.

“Shut up,” you snorted. “He’s the… Norman Bates, stuff-your-mother kind of lonely. He threw himself a party, and the corpses he stole were the only ones that would come. If he wasn’t so scary, I think I’d feel bad for him. Anyway, so, at midnight, he sealed them in the bomb shelter and O.D.’d on horse tranqs upstairs.”

“How do you know this?” Sam asked.

“He told me,” you replied.

“Jesus,” Sam murmured.

“Okay, so now that he's dead, what? Same song, different verse, trying to get people to come to his party?” Dean wondered aloud.

“Pretty much, yeah. Stay forever,” Sam nodded.

Spruce paused and pointed the camera down to Sam’s and Dean’s guns. “Are those real bullets?”

“It’s rock salt,” replied Dean.

In the living room, Harry was quietly singing the Ghostfacers theme song to himself. Corbett kept coming in and out of view.

“We gotta try and pull him out of his loop. We have to,” Ed mumbled, more to himself than the others.

Ed stood to face Corbett.

“Ed?” Harry asked.

“Corbett. Corbett, it’s— Oh, god.”

“Don't cross the line of salt,” Harry insisted.

“I gotta do it, Harry.” He hesitated but stepped over the line of salt. “Corbett, listen to me. Okay, I'm not gonna hurt you. Listen. Listen. Oh, god. Corbett. Oh.”

“Get back!” Harry told his friend.

Corbett started to flicker, and Ed quickly moved back into the circle.

***

“This is such crap, (Y/N), they’re profiting off this guy’s death,” Dean whispered.

“Cool it, okay? I’ll handle it,” you said.

***

On the video, Dean was trying to break down the basement door still separating you, the Winchesters, and Spruce from the others.

Sam turned to face the camera. “Seriously, you’re still shooting?”

“It makes him feel better. Don't ask,” Dean responded, out of breath.

The video continued to show the Ghostfacers trying to snap Corbett out of it by playing into the crush he had on Ed while you and the brothers were fending off Daggett in the basement.

Harry convinced Ed to pretend to be in love with Corbett to snap him out of it.

Hesitantly, Ed stepped out of the circle again. “Corbett, look. Hey, it's just Ed, buddy. It's just me. Hey, hey, Corbett, listen to me. Listen to me. I— You meant... Corbett, you meant a lot to the team. You meant— You meant a lot to me. You know, never back down. I remember that, Corbett. I- I remember that. I remember because I love you, Corbett. I really, truly love you.”

“Hey,” Corbett said. “Ed?”

“Yeah. Yeah, Corbett, it's…” Ed trailed off, surprised by what he’d been able to do. “Corbett, yeah, it's me. It's me. look at me. You got to help us, man. you have to help us, Corbett. Please. please. Please help us right now.”

The camera cut back to the basement where you and Sam were holding shotguns and Dean was continuing to try and break down the door. Suddenly, Daggett appeared behind Dean.

“Dean, look out!” you screamed, shooting at Dagget. You missed, and your gun clicked to let you know you were out of rocksalt. “Fuck!”

Dean went sailing past your head into the wall, followed by Sam, and then Daggett kept stalking forward to you and Spruce.

Suddenly, Corbett appeared behind Daggett. In a flash of blinding light, both spirits were gone.

Spruce turned the camera toward you running to Dean and Sam on the floor.

“You okay, guys?” you asked them, helping them sit up.

Dean picked himself up, dusted himself off, and shoved the camera to point toward the floor.

***

You laughed at his sourpuss attitude.

***

The epilogue showed you and the Winchesters bidding the others goodbye with Ed voicing over the background. “Leap year, February 29th, the Morton House. A tragic day. A day of souls bound in torment, of lives held in cruel balance. But the Ghostfacers, they did the best that they could.”

“We lost a beloved friend, but we gained new allies,” Harry continued.

It then cut to the two in their suits again.

“We know this much: that every day, including today, is a new beginning. We learned more than we can say in the brutal feat of the Morton House.”

***

Ed’s dramatic, phony voice was making you angry given the situation.

“You’re tense,” Dean whispered to you. “Relax.”

***

“You know, Corbett, we just— we just like to think that you're out there, watching over us,” Ed was saying back on-screen.

“As far as we're concerned, you're not an intern anymore. You have more than earned full Ghostfacer status. Plus, it would be cool to have a ghost on the team,” Harry added.

“And here we were thinking that, you know, we were teaching you and all this time you were teaching us, about heart, about dedication, and about how gay love can pierce through the veil of death and save the day. Thank you, Alan J. Corbett.”

“Go well into that starry night, young Turk. Go well,” Harry finished.

The camera cut to a clip of Corbett, and you were genuinely saddened for the sweet young man.

“Come on, Spruce, I gotta get all this stuff packed up!” he was saying to his friend.

“So, pack and talk!”

“I don't know what to say.”

“Say what comes to mind. This is one of our confessional moments, Corbett, so confess,” Spruce pressed. “What did you think was going to happen tonight? What do you think is going to happen on this trip?”

“I think tonight, I really do, I think all of our dreams are going to come true. Does that sound stupid?” Corbett smiled.

“Kind of does, yeah.”

“In Memory of Alan J. Corbett, 1985-2008 King of the Impossible,” flashed across the screen, and the video ended.

***

Genuinely, you and the WInchesters were stunned.

All of the Ghostfacers stood and turned toward you, prompting the three of you to stand as well.

“So, guys, what do you think? Are you alright?” Ed asked.

“You know, I kind of think it was half-awesome,” Dean nodded dryly.

You fought a smirk off your face at the thought of the snarky comment that was sure to follow.

“Half-awesome? That— that's full-on good, right?” Maggie rushed out happily.

Sam nodded and spoke evenly. “Yeah, um, I mean it's bizarre how you all are able to honor Corbett's memory while grossly exploiting the manner of his death. Well done.”

In the meantime, you discreetly left a backpack under the computer table. You knew Dean was the only one who’d caught sight of you and that he’d have some questions for you later.

“Corbett gave his life searching for the truth, and it's our job over here to share it with the world,” Ed told the two brothers.

“Right. Well, um, our experience, you know what you get when you show the world the truth?” Sam continued.

“A straitjacket. Or a punch in the face. Sometimes both,” Dean added.

“Oh come on, guys, don't be 'facer haters just because we happen to have gotten the footage of the century,” Harry protested.

“You got us there.” Dean held his hands up in surrender.

“Alright, c’mon, guys. We gotta hit the road,” you said, walking past the brothers toward the door.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, where you goin’, dollface? We didn’t really have much time to, uh, rekindle our connection,” Ed awkwardly flirted, chasing after you.

You scoffed. “ ‘Our connection’? What the fuck are you—”

Dean got between you and Ed. “We’re leaving now.”

Ed backed off immediately. “Yeah! Yeah, okay. You, uh—”

“Shut up already, will you?” Dean grumbled, leading you out of the door with a hand on the small of your back.

“Bye, guys,” Sam told them.

As Dean led you away from the house, Sam turned to you. “What’d you do? We clean?”

You stopped by the door of the Impala, smirking when you heard someone— possibly Ed— scream, “N0!” in the distance.

“Electromagnet. Every tape and hard drive they have is clean,” you grinned.

Sam mockingly sighed, “The world just isn't ready for the Ghostfacers,” as he ducked down into the car.

“It's too bad. I kinda liked the show,” Dean remarked, closing his door after settling in his car seat.

“It had its moments,” Sam noted.

“That theme song is abhorrent though,” you chimed in. “And a total ear worm.”

Dean chuckled. “Yeah, that’ll be stuck in my head for at least the next hundred miles.”

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