summary: you were excited for your annual tradition of binge watching horror movies with your boyfriend on halloween. he had other ideas, however.
pairing: reese wilkerson x fem!reader
wc: 2.5k
cw: smut, mask kink ?!, unprotected p in v, dirty talk, fingering (f!receiving), sliiiight hair pulling, sliiiight overstimulation, creampie, kinda breeding kink ???, not proofread i'm tired
author's note: SLASHER SUMMER IS IN FULL EFFECT !!!! this was so self indulgent i love halloween and scary movies, i think this is lowkey the dirtiest thing i've ever written sorry my demons came out. as always enjoy !!
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“trick or treat!”
you smiled at the children at your door, complimenting their costumes before dumping handfuls of candy in their bags. they gleefully thanked you before moving to the next house as you closed the door.
it was getting late, the time between kids coming to your door was increasing. all you wanted to do was cuddle with your boyfriend on the couch and watch horror movies until you couldn't physically stay awake any longer.
you were so excited for the perfect end to your favorite holiday.
you and reese liked to go all out for halloween. your tiny house was decorated to the nines, and you both loved to dress up for the occasion.
this particular halloween, you were dressed like a vampire and reese was dressed like ghostface.
you wore a red, velvet dress that fell to your mid thigh and had a neckline just low enough to leave your boyfriend staring and wanting more. your face was covered with a white foundation, heavy eye makeup, and wine-colored lip gloss.
besides the ghostface mask, reese was wearing a tight fitting black shirt that clung to his body in just the right way. he had been working out lately, and you could tell by the definition of his muscles that showed through the fabric.
matching with his shirt was a pair of dark colored sweatpants. whenever you opened the door for the kids, reese was in the background, carefully “stalking” you. for the kids who noticed, it freaked them out. many of them laughed, however, when reese would jump out while yelling “boo.”
you felt a pair of hands wrap around your waist. you felt the cold plastic of his mask tickle your ear.
“what’s your favorite scary movie?” reese asked, voice slightly muffled by the mask he had on.
you softly sighed as his hands started to travel up your ribcage, one of them holding a plastic knife that you didn't even notice until it was dragging against your costume.
“i know you want me to say scream because of your mask,” you hummed, a small smile appearing on your face. “but honestly? it might be evil dead.”
reese let out a defeated huff from behind the mask. you spun around to face him, placing your hands on his shoulder.
“i can’t even argue with that. evil dead’s pretty good,” he sighed. you placed a kiss to the cheek of his mask, leaving a dark red mark in your wake. you pulled away from him, and he placed his knife next to the candy bowl before grabbing a piece.
“you think that’s the last of them?” reese asked, popping the sugary sweet into his mouth.
“god, i hope so,” you answered. “i just wanna get started on our horror marathon.”
again, his hands found their way to your waist. he rubbed his thumbs against the velvet of your dress soothingly. you couldn’t tell because of the mask, but his eyes were focused on how well your tits looked in your dress.
reese had been holding back all night, but watching your figure move as you handed out candy to kids was doing something to him. he didn’t know if it was because of the costume or if it was just hormones.
all reese knew was that he needed you.
“i was thinking,” he said, tilting his head. “maybe we can skip the movies tonight.”
you scrunched your nose up at him. the movie binge was your favorite halloween tradition to share with him.
“what? why?” you asked, your red lips pulling into a frown. he pulled you closer to his body and leaned towards your ear.
“you look so damn good, i don’t think i’d be able to focus on a movie,” he whispered. he pulled your hips flush against his own, and you felt his already hard length through his pants. you bit your lip, running through the options in your mind.
your primal urges took over, and you turned off the porch light and locked the door. you started to reach for his mask, but reese grabbed your wrist.
“don’t,” he warned. you could practically see the lightbulb over his head before he spoke his next words.
“if you see who i am, i’ll have to kill you.”
you bit your lip and smiled, picking up what he was putting down.
“please don’t kill me, mr. ghostface,” you whined, pouting your lips and looking up at your masked boyfriend. “i wanna be in the sequel.”
reese felt his dick twitch at your words. he didn’t expect to get turned on by the simple roleplay so much, but he was so hard it was starting to hurt.
he quickly picked you up, placing you over his shoulder before grabbing the cheap knife. you playfully kicked your legs and softly hit his back as he walked into the bedroom. he tossed you onto the bed before he caged you in, holding the knife above your head.
“i guess i can spare you,” he said between soft chuckles, already laughing at his joke before he even said it. “but i am gonna murder this pussy.”
you tilted your head back and covered your face with your hands.
“that was so stupid,” you giggled. you jokingly tried to push him off you. even if you tried your hardest, reese was heavier than you.
“you love me,” he said. you couldn’t see through the mask, but you could hear the smile in his voice.
“i guess,” you scoffed, playfully rolling your eyes. “can we get back to what we were doing? i was getting turned on until you said that.”
he sat back on his knees, admiring your sprawled figure in front of him. he pushed the hem of your dress upwards, revealing the lacy black panties you were wearing under.
“what a nice surprise,” he cooed. “expecting someone?”
“maybe i was expecting you, mr. ghostface,” you answered, spreading your legs slowly. reese took the knife, lodging it under the waistband of your panties. you hissed softly at the cold plastic meeting your skin.
he angled the knife and pulled, using the prop to drag your panties down your legs. you gasped lightly when the cold air hit your folds.
“already so wet,” reese muttered while staring at your core. he reached out, gently prodding at your entrance with his fingers. he collected your arousal before sliding his fingers inside of you.
you moaned softly as he stretched you out with his digits.
“oh my god,” you whimpered, bucking your hips slightly against his hand.
“not god,” reese corrected, curling his fingers upwards. “ghostface.”
he took the plastic knife by the blade, pressing the cold handle on your clit. you gripped the sheets tightly at the added sensation. he started to twist the knife in small circles, pushing against your bundle of nerves in a way that was driving you crazy.
“i’m so close,” you whined, throwing your head backwards into the pillow and closing your eyes.
“look at me,” reese demanded. your eyes shot open as you stared at the mask man between your legs. “want you to look at me when you cum.”
your walls clenched around his fingers as you came undone. you tried your hardest to keep your gaze on reese as he ripped your orgasm from you. he pulled his fingers out of you and reached under his mask.
“what are you doing?” you panted.
“savoring the taste,” he replied, voice husky. you sat up, desperately trying to take your dress off as quickly as possible.
you needed reese, and you needed him now.
“woah, calm down, baby,” reese laughed. “we have all night.”
you managed to get the velvet fabric over your head, and you tossed the dress into some corner of the room. under your dress was a bra that matched your lacy panties. reese nearly came on the spot as he watched your tits spill out of the garment as you unclasped it.
he reached out, cupping his hands under your breasts and rubbing his thumbs over your nipples. you leaned into his touch, moaning out his name with a breathy whine. you winced when he removed his hands.
“not reese,” he said. his hands traveled to the waistband of his sweatpants, pulling them down and kicking them onto the floor. his boxers sported an obvious tent.
“i’m sorry, mr. ghostface,” you panted, looking at your boyfriend through your lashes. “you just remind me so much of someone i know.”
“i guess i can accept your apology,” he groaned, palming himself through his boxers. you crawled towards him seductively, reaching out towards his boxers.
“let me help you with that,” you offered, pulling his boxers down and freeing his cock from the restraint. you wrapped your hand around his length, slowly pumping him.
“tell me what you want,” you said, pouting your lips slightly. you tried to make out reese’s eyes from behind the mask, but you were too consumed by your own primal urges.
all you could see was the mask.
“i want to feel your insides,” he moaned, referencing the movie but with his own twist. you bit your lip excitedly, spinning around so your ass was facing him. you slid down on your chest slowly, raising your hips in his direction.
“then come get it,” you teased, shaking your hips at him. you heard shuffling before feeling reese’s tip poking at your entrance. you thought he would ease in, like he normally did.
but he slammed his hips against yours. you jolted forwards, a loud cry escaping your lips. he fucked into you at a brutal pace, gripping your hips for stability.
“pussy’s so fuckin’ tight,” he groaned. you reached for something—anything—to hold on to while he ravaged your insides. “it’s like it was made for me.”
“it was made for you,” you cried out. “it was made for your dick, ghostface.”
reese reached forwards, collecting your hair in a ponytail before giving it a tug. he pulled you backwards, arching your back as he leaned close to your ear. the cool plastic of his mask sent a chill down your spine.
“yeah? this perfect fucking cunt was made for me? what a lucky guy i am,” he muttered. he hoisted your hips upwards, giving himself deeper access. the new angle had you seeing stars, and if you weren’t drunk off your boyfriend’s cock, you would be certain that the neighbors could hear you.
he pounded into you faster as he leaned over, his chest pressing against your back. his hand snaked under your body, quickly finding your clit.
as expertly as he always was, reese rubbed at the bundle of nerves between your folds. his calloused fingers knew you better than yourself, and you were soon shaking beneath him.
“gonna cum,” you whimpered. he moved his fingers faster, thrusted even deeper—anything to bring you over the edge. reese needed to feel you spasming around his dick like he needed air to breathe.
“do it then,” he moaned. his thrusts were getting sloppy. “cum around my cock and i won’t kill you.”
with a choked sob, you clenched around him. your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your brain went fuzzy from the overwhelming feeling of your orgasm. it crashed through you harder than your first while you babbled out a string of nonsense.
reese didn’t stop.
he was desperately fucking into you, chasing his own release. you felt him twitch inside of you.
you turned around to face him, the white mask staring back at you. reese was still wearing the tight-fitting shirt that hugged his body perfectly. the sight alone was enough to make you soaked.
“where?” he groaned. you were so full of reese and still coming down from your second orgasm, but you needed more. you were so sensitive from your past two orgasms, you were already close to a third.
“inside,” you whimpered. “please cum inside me, ghostface.”
“fuck,” he grunted, snapping against you harder. he was pounding you so hard into the mattress, you were scared the bed would break. you desperately tried to meet his thrusts with your own hips.
“need it so bad,” you moaned. reese continued to lazily rub at your clit, too focused on chasing his own high. you reached down to guide his hand, to move it faster.
and then you were coming undone again.
you cried out reese’s name loudly, completely forgetting about whatever roleplay you two were engaged in. you coated his dick and abdomen in your juices as you shook and moaned like a woman possessed.
with a loud string of curses and a couple more thrusts, reese came deep inside of you. he pulled out, watching the mixture of his cum and your arousal seep out of you. without thinking, he scooped as much as he could with his fingers and pushed it back inside of you.
you panted, totally and utterly exhausted from the most mindbending fuck of your life. reese pulled off the mask, tossing it to the side. he collapsed next to you, breathing deeply as he tried to catch his breath.
you slowly turned to look at him. his face was flush and damp, his hair was flat, but he had the most loving smile on his face. he turned to meet your gaze.
“that was so fucking hot,” he panted. you let out a breathy laugh, rolling over so you were in his arms. he moved to spoon you, holding you close to his chest.
“i don’t know, i think the movie marathon would’ve been better,” you teased. reese placed a kiss to your hair, which was still slightly matted.
“the movies can’t fuck you like that,” he replied. you softly elbowed him. your eyes were heavy and your body was sore—all you wanted to do was sleep.
“reese,” you gently called. your voice was almost gone. he hummed in response.
“can you get my makeup remover wipes? i don’t want to sleep like this,” you requested. you felt the bed shift as he rolled out of it, running off to the bathroom. he returned with your makeup wipes, but also a glass of water.
he tenderly wiped at your face, removing the now ruined vampire look.
“y’know,” he commented, wiping off the mascara that streaked your cheeks. “you weren’t really in character.”
“what do you mean?” you scoffed and crossed your arms. reese smiled at you as he dabbed at your face.
“you didn’t really act like a vampire,” he teased. you rolled your eyes as he chuckled lightly. “but it’s okay. i love you either way.”
your lips pulled upwards against your will, and your face felt warm.
“i love you too,” you said, taking a sip of the water he brought you. once he finished cleaning off your makeup, he pressed a kiss to your nose and pulled you back into the bed with him.
you fell asleep that night in your boyfriend’s arms, not ghostface’s, as teenagers roamed the streets looking for the next house to egg and children dared each other to watch the scariest movie they knew.