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ghostface! hamzah x reader
description: hamzah had always been a sweetheart; flowers were always on the table, kisses were always exchanged, and love was always in the air of your abode. however, behind the sweetheart that you know and love, there's a much more sinister version that comes out at night.
mentions: nsfw!, a mix of degrating and praise, power kink..?, knife play..???, angst, blood, violence/murder (in a vigilante way since i rly doubt that hamzah would just be a cold blooded killer if he had to be one), hamzah's a little insane but so is the reader lowk, rape is mentioned once on the television from the news channel
hamzah was, and is, the perfect man.
you didn't know how to describe the way he treated you, yet, you knew that you had never been treated so well before. emotionally, he was always so supportive of you, as if he was the foundation of your passions, hobbies, and talents. throughout the long nights of being a college student, he was owl through the night, staying up with you as you did your essay by matching the energy you gave off and editing. if you were burnt out from working and studying, baths were run, completed with scented candles, snacks, and your favorite show. he knew exactly what you needed, whenever you needed it.
if you wanted anything of material origins, his card was yours. no matter how expensive anything you wanted was, he'd always find a way to give it to you, whether it was posting more or finding a side gig with his knowledge on technology. in fact, whenever you went out to grab food with friends or family, he insisted that you could use his card. hamzah trusted you with his life, so his credit card number was entered into your notes and virtual wallet. you never abused his money, in fact you still ran everything by him whenever you used his card; to which, he'd kiss you or pull you into a side hug and say, "of course, baby," in a voice softer than the clouds.
physically, hamzah knew how to please you. each night that you were pent up out of frustration or stress from the amount of work your professors gave you, hamzah worked his hands, hips, and tongue like a god. he left you shaking, panting, and begging for more as he somehow knew exactly what felt good for you or not. overall, he put your pleasure first in every single way.
so, you decided to give back to him tonight. he didn't do anything out of the usual, such as flowers on the table and cuddles in the morning before he has to work. you simply felt like giving back and rewarding him for how amazing of a boyfriend he was.
you were currently dolled up with the makeup that you remembered he likes; not too much so that you look completely different, but just enough to enhance the features that he fell in love with. though you were fully clothed, black, lacy lingerie adorned the curves and body that he worshipped. currently, you were making dinner: a pasta and chicken cutlet recipe that he said he'd marry you for the first time you made it for him. the air was cold with a breeze from the open window in front of you as you washed the remaining dishes. hamzah was coming home soon from working with martin and you wanted the place to be spotless, since you knew he'd insist on washing the dishes and cleaning up the kitchen after you cooked if it wasn't. the tv was on the news channel, yet, the new report that was currently live caught your attention. you listened from afar.
"channel 9, here, and this is theresa bell with breaking news about a killer on the loose."
your head turned towards the tv, brows furrowed in confusion. the area you and hamzah lived in was always safe, so news like this was shocking.
"local police departments have recently investigated a string of ominous murders in york, ontario. the victims, whose identities will not be released yet to the public to respect their families, were all wealthy males in the area. i have roger martel at the scene of the latest slaying, happening around twenty minutes ago on 15th street and houston. how is it over there, roger?"
the camera switched to a man in the city, seemingly freezing and focused.
"it is not good over here, theresa. local police are saying that the common string behind all three victims are that they were involved in scandals, such as infidelity, scamming, and even rape charges. i don't know about you, theresa, but it's possible that a vigilante is uprising in the streets of york, taking out rich, wealthy, and morally wrong criminals-"
you switched off the tv, slightly spooked about the resent spike in violence. you decided to text hamzah out of anxiety and fear.
9:04 pm | hi baby are you almost home?
9:04 pm | i just saw the news about the murders thats actually crazy af
9:04 pm | be safe while ur out there okay? dont get killed or else like ill be sad n shit
9:05 pm | Yeah i'll be hpme soon
9:05 pm | Dont worry ill be fine not thgat u care lol.... sighs...
9:05 pm | I might take a bit tho, gotta work a little more
9:06 pm | dont be out too late
9:05 pm | I lov u 2 pretty woman <3
about thirty minutes passed and you heard keys in the door handle, indicating that hamzah was home. getting up from the couch, you switched off the show that you were watching and walked towards the front door. red and blue were already meowing towards their father, rubbing themselves on his calves and feet. looking up at him, he gave you a charming smile and kissed you on the forehead as he engulfed you in a strong and secure hug. you noticed that he was carrying a seemingly heavy duffel bag.
"jeez, what'd you bring to martin's?" you chuckled.
he laughed, scratching his neck, "y'know.. just some props for the video we were filming."
your hand snaked higher onto his neck, rubbing his hand with your own. with slow movements, your lips found its way to his neck, kissing it softly, then biting it and sucking slightly. a small shiver exited his body at the mere wetness of your tongue.
you moved away from his neck, now looking up at him from in front of him.
"you're just such a good boyfriend.. thought i should repay you for how amazing you are."
your lips found its way to his, slightly opening to make room for your tongues to swirl together for mere moments. his big hands made it to your waist, as your hands made its way to his cheek and neck. you let go of his mouth, watching his lips chase after yours for a little. you laughed at how cute the moment was; how pure he was.
"i made the pasta you like while you were gone."
"oh my god- i have to tell you about the video i just filmed while we eat."
dinner was filled with meaningful conversations, inside jokes, and the scarfing down of the food you had just made. currently, hamzah was feeding red and blue with brown bits of kibble from the big bag in the pantry, crouched over stainless steel food bowls on the floor besides the front porch. you, on the other hand, decided to do the laundry. you knew that he enjoyed taking the time to feed his cats and play with them after a long day of being out.
you were about to start the washing machine, however, the duffel bag he carried seemed like it had clothes in it from the way it barely crumpled in on itself. it didn't seem too heavy, however, your boyfriend wasn't necessarily a weak man. you walked towards the bag in the hallway, picking it up by its handles. taking it into the laundry room, you opened it with a puzzled expression.
inside the bag was a long, midnight black robe. oddly, you felt a wetness excreting it with every subtle touch; whatever was making this dampened, the cloak was soaked in it. putting the fabric back into the bag and looking down at your palms, a shiver ran through the back of your spine as if ice was shot down your shirt.
your hand was now red with a slightly slimy, thin liquid.
telling yourself not to panic and that this was probably fake blood from a youtube video, doubt began to fill your mindset. the first thing that offputted you was the fact that it had a stench: a slightly metallic, copper like odor. ghostlike, the crimson substance on your hands were translucent with only a hint of opaqueness.
hamzah was a good person; the kind of man who carries you if you're simply too tired or lazy to walk. you trusted him.
however, unless the video he just filmed was butchering meat to make some sort of cooking channel, a pit grew in your stomach. the mere thought of it being anything else made you absolutely sick to your stomach. however, you shrugged it off as being paranoid because of the news channel from earlier, as you were easily spooked.
moving the robe out of the way, a mask appeared in the bag alongside it. its features were hauntingly creepy; a long, oval and screaming-esque mouth adorned the plastic with two black, colorness holes for eyes. it was white, however, stained slightly pink with splotches of the same liquid accessorizing it. you stood in fear and confusion; what was he doing behind your back?
"have you seen my duffel bag?" you heard him yell from afar.
"uh- no! i haven't!" you retorted, quickly shoving the clothes back into the bag and placing it back to where it was, then walking with a sense of urgency back to the laundry room.
he passed by the door as you opened the washing machine door, quickly wiping your hands on the singular towel inside. a bead of sweat dripped down your face as your hands shook as they attempted to press the buttons to start it.
"found it!" he yelled from afar, a couple minutes before he came into the laundry room where he found you with an odd expression on your face.
"huh? oh, yeah i'm fine. it's just a little- it's hot in here," you mentioned, wiping the bead of sweat off of your forehead.
your emotions of fear didn't subside by the time that he was fast asleep beside you. even after trying to relax, which consisted of using extra time on your skincare while a comedy played in the background, you still felt fear within your soul with each conversation he had with you.
the room was dark, only being illuminated by the nightlight on the nightstand beside you. with each rustle of the wind and trees, or each raccoon that snuck into a person's garbage can, you bit back a scream of terror. every little thing was freaking you out, almost as if there was a ghost tormenting your every move with anxiety and fear; as if he was the ghost that was haunting you.
you knew that curiousity killed the cat. you knew you should simply let go of it because the reason behind your findings probably isn't what you think it's because. it was a mere coincidence. it was a mere coincidence that he happened to be out when that man was murdered. it was a mere coincidence that he returned home with blood-stained clothes and a peculiar disguise. it was a mere coincidence that the two happened on the same night, around the same time. maybe, what you saw wasn't what you actually saw. you decided to find out for yourself. he was asleep, anyways.
getting up and making the most minimal amount of noise possible, you made your way back to the bag that he moved into your closet. the zipper was almost as loud as your heart rattling inside of your chest as you unzipped the bag, revealing the same sight as before. black is always black, no matter what color the substance is that stains it. you took a chance and pressed your hand onto the polyester, revealing a carbon copy of the same sight, and emotions, you felt while you were doing laundry. you felt the gut feeling sink into you like it was plunging into a mattress that was too soft.
"are you afraid of me now?"
you turned around, a shiver rushing up your spine once again, being met with the man that the bag of bloody clothes belonged to. you were too fearful to speak, let alone move. yet, you took into account his words: are you afraid of him now?
"no- no, of course not. why would i- i'm not afraid of you- not at all-"
he approached you with caution in his demeanor, "what do you think i did?"
his hand made its way to your cheek, rubbing it tenderly, "i think you do."
"hamzah, what did you do?" you asked, hesitant and fearful.
"i got home before you think i did, sweetheart," he mentioned with an eerie calmness in his voice, "what were you watching on tv?"
your breathing got deeper as his eyes looked down at you, waiting for a response that you were struggling to get out. his other hand found its way to your waist, snaking around it as if it was there forever.
"hm? are you gonna answer my question?"
you softened slightly at his touch, followed by a jolt of alertness, "i was watching the news."
"what'd you see on the news, baby?"
"the murders- i saw the murders, the ones in the city."
"now tell me," his grip tightened on your waist, "are you afraid of me, now?"
"you think i'd hurt you?"
you looked into his eyes with vulnerability plastered in your vision, "would you?"
he leaned down slowly before kissing your lips with a delicateness and softness that foiled the situation at hand. pulling away, he looked at you with pure adoration and fulfillment in his eyes, as you looked at him with a sense of susceptibility.
"no, baby. no, i wouldn't. do you trust me?"
"i don't-" you spoke out your thoughts to yourself as you realized that you were still slightly afraid, "i don't know."
the smirk on his face turned from soft to mischivious, almost like seeing him mid possession. you felt the warmth in his eyes slightly dissolve. only a shimmering glint of love and adoration was visible in his now, somehow, alluring and yearning eyes. you were a toy in his line of sight, as he was a collector wanting more and craving the mere thought of unpackaging and unboxing of a fresh set. a switch in him flipped: something more awakened, something more primal, something out of control.
"y'know, this is why i didn't want you to find out," he backed you into the wall behind you, "i knew you'd be too weak. i'm sorry- so sorry, my poor baby- so scared of me now. "
you never thought that you'd be mocked as if you were a deer in headlights by the same man that would kiss your injuries whenever you even bumped your hand somewhere; though, you also never thought the same man was capable of murder. hamzah was being cocky and scary. hamzah was being mean; he was being mean and, somehow, you liked it. however, a side of you wanted to prove him wrong. you didn't know if you should be afraid of him or not. while he killed people, you never thought he'd hurt you before the news came out of him being a murderer. so, as prey does when it's being hunted, you attempted to fight back.
"i'm not scared of you, hamzah."
taking his hand off of your waist, you watched him reach into his pocket, taking out a pocket-knife and flicking it upwards in a swift motion. the sight of it caused your blood to turn cold. were you going to die at the mercy of the one you loved? something about it seemed off. though you were attempting to fight back, you felt as if there was some truth to those words. all the messages, touches, and conversations spoken by him wouldn't have led to him also killing you. it was, quite literally, impossible for him to be the reason behind your death.
you watched as he got on his knees in front of you, looking up at you with a simultaneous mix of pleading and demanding eyes.
"take off your clothes, pretty."
you removed his t-shirt, revealing the lingerie you prepared for him earlier. you watched as his eyes shifted, watching you undress in front of him and realizing the surprise you had mentioned during dinner. you watched his breathing get heavier and heavier with the longer he stared at your curves; you watched him pant as he watched his girl reveal herself to him.
"do you trust me?" he asked, pleading.
"do whatever you want to me. i'm all yours, sweetheart."
taking the knife, he lightly grazed it onto the skin of your thighs with a touch so light that it didn't leave a single mark. taking his time, he chased after the knife with kisses, bites, and hickeys throughout your body, like a cat chasing a mouse. soft gasps echoed throughout the room from your surprise perversion; who knew that something so scary could also be so hot?
taking the knife, he cut the fabric off of your body and watched it fall onto the floor. the lace was now damaged, as well as the overall shape of it. however, somehow that was the least of your worries; in fact, it turned you on even more. naked and aroused, you locked eye contact with him from above him as he kissed your thighs, stomach, and hips with a softness that contradicted all of his actions throughout the night.
"you do trust me," he stated.
"of course i do, hamzah."
dropping the knife onto the floor and kicking it below the dresser drawer, he rushed to suck onto your neck like a vampire latching onto his victim. you felt his tongue swirl onto your neck as if you were a lollipop waiting to be licked. he moved up to your jaw, then your cheek, moving slowly towards your mouth. his tongue found its way to yours, dancing in harmony with each other: a familiar taste and ritual that you have done with him many times. he only let go for mere moments to instruct you on the next move.
his hands caught your thighs simultaneously as your strattled his waist. your back was still to the wall, being pushed farther into it as your kiss deepened. your hands made it down to his pants, pushing them down and revealing him in his boxers. similar to his actions earlier, you let go to pull his shirt above his head and off of him completely, leaving him in boxers. you tugged at them, moving them as far downwards as they could go from your position, to his knees.
your language startled him slightly; you had never been so vulgar, especially in bed before. you weren't a saint; obviously, he'd heard you curse numerous times during exam season and when telling him stories of people at your work. however, they were never directed towards him before. you felt him immediately get hard at your words.
"fuck me- baby, please," you begged and pleaded, "i need it. i need it so bad- so fucking bad."
"can you take it, sweetheart?"
"yes- yes, i can take it. please, just fuck me already- please."
wasting no time, he inserted himself into you without leaving any second for you to adjust. you felt him inside of you so deeply that you saw stars with each stroke; hamzah had always pleasured you with bliss, however, this time had you begging for your life. his strokes got sloppier and sloppier as time went on, the sound of skin slapping together and moans echoed throughout the room.
at one point, you even screamed screams of pleasure; specifically, screams of his name that made him go even more insane than he already was. with no warning, he felt you clench onto him in a pulsing motion. he made you finish within mere minutes. though he felt you clench onto him, he kept on going at the same pace, fast and rough, until you felt him release inside of you.
he carried you to your bed before you both laid there, sweaty and panting. you noticed that he was zoned out, fixated on the ceiling with a worried expression on his face.
you came closer to him, reassuringly putting his head on your chest, "you seem out of it, baby, what's on your mind?"
"they were bad people," he admitted as you stroked his cheek, "rapists, sex traffickers, scammers. i only killed them because they weren't doing any good in the world."
"if you knew they were horrible human beings, why do you seem upset over it?"
he looked up into your eyes with truth and mesmerization, "i don't want you to think of me any different. i don't want you to leave me."
kissing his forehead, you reciprocated the look he gave you, "they were bad people. i feel like you're doing the good in the world by getting rid of them. i know it's unethical, but sometimes the solutions to certain problems are."
"but i'm not anymore. now, i know why you did what you did."
"i thought you'd think i was crazy."
"ouch," he gasped, fake offended.
"i won't be mad as long as you promise me one thing. one thing is all i ask for."
"anything. what is it, sweetheart?"
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