Hello everybody!!! It’s been SOOOO long since I had posted something. If you are not aware, I used to post Daryl Dixon X Fem Readers but I believe I won’t be writing stuff like that anymore unfortunately. HOWEVER! I have grown up over the past 2 years since I started this tumbler and I had started to love dark romance novels!!!! I am currently reading Lights Out and it is AMAZING! It is the only one i’ve read so far, if you have any recommendations PLEASE let me know!!!
I LOVE FACELESS MEN OFF THE INTERNETTTT!!!!!
Ps. Imma start blogging about dark romance stuff now. It’s my new obsession 🤭
that scream blurb that you posting about Ghostface being unconscious and the reader testing to see if he’s hard…. you have to make the full fic now pleaseee omg it was so good
Every inch
1.4k / m!ghostface x f!reader / from blurb.
SEQUELS | Slasher masterlist
Warnings/notes: I8+ noncon (ghostface unconscious) somnophilia. Based on the car scene from Scream II, but it's modern day (cell phones exist). You can HC this as anyone but he's night walks coded if you read my other stuff.
Your skirt grazes his robe as you carefully stretch your right leg over the driver’s seat, trying not to touch him, trying not to wake him up. It’s tricky crawling over Ghostface to get out of the car. He smells faintly of weed and sweat. You’ve never been close enough to smell him before. You’ve never been close to him at all for more than a few seconds, always with his knife in hand. You hear him breathing behind the mask and assume he’s knocked out from the impact of the crash, but can't know for sure.
He could be pretending for his own amusement, planning to taunt you then stab you at any moment. You’re going to have to open that car door sooner or later - it’s the only one left you haven’t tried. It'll definitely make a noise. You hover there straddling him, delaying the inevitable. Straddling Ghostface, you think to yourself. Is this a nightmare?
You slowly lower yourself into his lap, throbbing at the possibilities of what might await you. Your heart pounds in your chest. You put your hands on the edge of the seat to pull your body closer and your heart nearly stops as your inner thigh softly nudges his hand. But he doesn’t wake up – or if he does, he doesn’t show it. Emboldened, you lower yourself a little more until your damp panties arrive at a warm bulge in his robe and your breath hitches. He’s only somewhat hard, but obviously packing. He still doesn’t move. His chest is rising and falling with his breaths. You know he’s alive. Unable to resist, you lower yourself a little more. You tilt your hips and gently grind yourself against his package.
What if the nightmare became a wet dream? It’s always turned you on, at least a little, but especially lately. It’s been harder and harder to separate arousal from fear. You’ve wondered if it was a sexual thing for him, the way he pursues you. Stabbing is penetrative after all. Does the thought of killing you turn him on? Would it turn him on to wake up to you straddling him? After all, he’s only a man. Why not, you think. This could be your best chance to find out. This might be the most power you’ll ever have in the situation. You’re turned on thinking about it. If you’re mere seconds from potential death, you have nothing to lose. Plus you're curious what's under all this, and it's too risky to lift up his mask.
Fuck it feels good, and the fact that it’s Ghostface, the one who’s been stalking you, killing your friends, trying to kill you - that gives you such a rush. The tables have turned. You’re on top of him now. You look around for his knife and it’s landed on the floorboard along with his voice changer. You reach down to grab it then quickly stab it into the back of the driver’s seat at an angle so you can grab it if you need to but he won’t know where it is. Then you return your crotch to his and a bolt of arousal slices through you when his hard package swells against you. Holy shit he's hung. You slowly roll your hips against him, grinding into him, trying not to be too aggressive, but it’s hard to control yourself.
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His breathing changes and your heart jumps to your throat. You wonder, Is Ghostface seduceable? It might be your best shot if you're already getting his dick wet when he wakes up. But there's always the chance he reacts violently, and now that you're up against him, it's clear you'd be no match for his strength.
Then you have a thought. You carefully lift his gloved hand, and he doesn’t react. You lift the dead weight of his heavy arm all the way above his mask, and he still just sits there, breathing. You pin both his hands above his head, between the metal pegs of the headrest. His hands are large and the two of them together barely fit through the gap. Then you slam down the headrest, pinning him there by his wrists.
His mask moves. He seems to look at you. Then a soft, low sigh. You lower your crotch again and he’s harder. You rub yourself against him slowly with your hands braced on the seat and have to stifle a moan in the shoulder of your dress as you grind against him and his cock swells even harder. A soft groan muffled by his mask makes you wetter.
You’re going to have to have him. This is your chance and you can’t resist it. Your inner thigh muscles begin to fatigue as you push yourself off his lap to hover again. You lift up his robe, exposing PJ pants. Strange and not at all imposing, but convenient. You arrange the robe behind his raging erection, then take a deep breath and pull down his waistband. His stiff member stands at attention. You cover it with your warmth before the cool air wakes him up. A stab of desire shoots through your core as your wet panties meet his hard cock. You rub yourself against him and your clit throbs. Your core aches to be filled.
You pull your panties to the side and nestle the swollen head of his cock at your entrance. Then you sink down and fail to suppress your gasp at the stretch. He moans but doesn’t move. Your body makes way for him as you slide down and sheathe him entirely with your cunt. His cock is nice and thick, it makes you feel so full. It’s crazy this cock has been under the robe the entire time. You wonder if you could just fuck from now on. If he’d agree not to kill you - that is, if the threat of it doesn't turn him on.
You rise up, then sink down on him again, his size making you grateful for your ample wetness. You lift and lower yourself and roll your hips into him. You try not to breathe too heavily as you feel it building in your lower belly. You start to ride him less restrained, unable to resist fucking yourself on his nice, hard cock.
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His mask begins to move as though confused, and he grunts as he tugs at his arms, unable to free them from the headrest. He’s groggy and weak. You’re not going to stop. You're too close to coming. You greedily keep filling yourself to the brim with him.
His mask looks right at you. “Always wanted this cock,” ghostface says weakly, making your heart race. “Knew it.” Then it echoes from the voice changer on the floorboard. Always wanted this cock. Knew it. He tugs at his hands more violently, then gives up.
“Nasty girl,” he says, voice getting stronger. Nasty Girl.
He thrusts his hips up powerfully and you moan uninhibited. He thrashes his arms and stabs upward with his cock, bouncing you on his lap with the power of his hips. Your whole body tingles and tenses, then you bite your own arm as your walls clamp down around him. You come on his dick, then pull yourself off and he groans in frustration but has no way of getting you back.
You open the car door and you’re torn about whether to make him come or leave him with blue balls. You decide to jerk him off as a power move. You kneel into the open door frame of the car. You wrap your hand around his girth and fuck his fist. “All ya had to do was ask,” he says. All you had to do was ask. You grab the voice changer and throw it down the street. Now he's nothing but a man with his dick in your hand.
“Woulda given you every inch," he says. Maybe every inch of his blade. He nods down to his crotch. "Now you know." His voice is coming back to full strength, smooth and low. It's a voice you can't quite place.
You know you should stab him while you have him tied down, but you're thinking with the wrong head now, unable to bear the thought of this cock going to waste. You slow your hand way down and edge him mercilessly. His big, stiff cock twitches in your hand and you can tell he's dying for more.
You take your phone out of your bra and take a short video of him trying not to whimper, dick sprouting out of his unimposing pajama pants. Then you finish him off and take a dick pic selfie with cum all over his robe. You take the knife out of the back of the seat and leave him stuck in the car.
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2025 edit: I now have a Michael Myers fic with a similar situation: Wreck ✨
Thank you so much for reading and engaging. Even if you're reading this way later I would love to know your thoughts in a comment! Knowing what you liked helps me write more. 🖤🖤
SYNOPSIS → After a long day of stalking you, his Valentine—Ghostface captures the infamous porn star, Soft Angel, and you're going to be the star of his porno.
PART ONE → Face Of An Angel
WORDS → (3.4k words)
CONTENT WARNING: 18+ ONLY → this porno contains mature themes, graphic content, and disturbing imagery. Viewer deception is strongly advised. Specific warnings include › pornstar!reader, dubcon, yandere!ghostface, blackmail, power play, porn addict!ghostface, porn mentioned, obsessive!ghostface, love struck!ghostface, hyperfem!reader, soft angel porn name, obsessive thoughts, face fucking, knife play, violent threats, voyeurism, ownership obsession, possessive!ghostface, yandere themes, forced porno!
AUTHOR’S NOTE → enjoy the porno my perverted angels <3 @babysbreathbabes @tooloudarts @dollfacemay @love-me-satoru @smoooth-buttercup @taylormarieee @loveryoushouldcomeoverr
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꧁ᬊᬁ LOVESICK ANONYMOUS ᬊ᭄꧂
"You look so dolled up for me, angel. The face of an angel and the body of a porn star."
Your heartbeat pounds like a dove trying to escape her cage once again as you read that message. Your eyes scanned around the room, searching for the masked man.
Your cunt started to throb once again, drenching those delicate pink panties that he so adores when you wear them during your livestreams.
꧁ᬊᬁ LOVESICK ANONYMOUS ᬊ᭄꧂
“Are those pink panties meant just for me, my doll?”
His text arrives, each word laced with a seductive intoxication that wraps around your pretty body.
Your eyes look down at your phone once again, reading the pink glowing screen that shows more messages from him. He wouldn't stop messaging you. It was valentine's day and he wanted to slowly consume you.
꧁ᬊᬁ LOVESICK ANONYMOUS ᬊ᭄꧂
“I think we can have some fun today, doll. I fantasized about you all night long. Let's do something special today, something that I've been thinking about for months.”
Your heart stops as you think about the vile things he could have planned for you, yet your cunt yet you couldn't deny that the thought of being his trapped victim once again excited you as much as it scared you.
You kept choosing to not respond, pissing him off and making him lose his patience. You put your phone back in the pocket of your short skirt. You tried to concentrate on the boring lecture but messages overflowed the screen of your laptop, love sick threats and confessions from him.
He was like a fucking virus, a lovestruck ghost that kept haunting you. The lovesick attention made your heart throb, maybe this was just real romance.
Your gaze wanders once more as you hear a gentle knock on the classroom door. A student enters, carrying a stack of anonymous love letters in celebration of Valentine's Day. You find yourself holding your breath as the student approaches, their smile widening at the sight of the numerous letters you have received. An overwhelming wave of surprise washes over you—your lovesick admirer has penned an astonishing number of letters for you. Your cheeks flush with warmth as the chatter of your classmates fills the air, all gossiping about the amount you received.
"Wow, you must have a stalker," the student who delivered the letters quips, their tone lighthearted. You respond with a soft, feigned laugh that betrays a deeper sense of anxiety lurking beneath the surface.
You open your lovesick letters one by one, reading the obsessive writing. The pink letters were filled with rape threats, heartfelt love confessions and numerous of photos of your sleeping pretty face at night. It felt like he had twisted a knife in you once again.
You feel violated as you look at the photos of him in that infamous mask, that same mask he wore when he violated you and murdered your friends. In the photos, he posed next to your sleeping face, pulling your hair and forcing you to take a selfie as you lay unconscious.
But the next photo made you feel sick to your stomach, a picture of him holding his big cock against your sleeping face, the pink tip of his cock kissing your slightly parted plump lips.
You feel completely violated as you feel your body freeze. Why did your heart flutter at that? The thought of his dick being that close to your lips, the haunting reality of his invasion during the night, sends shivers through your heart, both trembling and fluttering in confusion.
Your eyes gaze upon one of his love letters and you read the bone chilling words.
“From the moment I stabbed you with my knife was the moment I knew that I wanted those pretty pathetic eyes to be mine. I stained your pretty body and I let you go. I couldn't seem to get you off my mind after that moment. I watched you from that very moment and stained you ever since.
You're my little trapped dove, you entered my cage the moment you started your little porn blog. That only fueled my obsession with you, I've been in your walls ever since. I've been watching you everyday, spoiling my little angel with gifts and money.
I want to film you. I want to hurt you. I want to love you. I want to hear you scream. I just want to make you mine. Keep being a good little slut for me like you've always been, and maybe I won't mutilate you by the time I'm done with you, soft angel. Love, your lovesick anonymous.”
Your face goes pale as your soft eyes tremble, you feel trapped as you read the letter. He had completely owned you. He always had.
The lecture is over and you're glued to your seat, your eyes trembling as you feel like a prey waiting to be mauled if you go back to your dorm room.
As you exit the classroom, an unsettling sensation washes over you; his predatory aura seems to envelop you once more, relentlessly pursuing your every step. You can’t shake the feeling of being his helpless prey, hunted by a relentless predator. Your legs quiver as you fasten your pace, the delicate pink heels of your shoes trembling with each hurried step.
You feel paranoid, your wide eyes trembling as you see someone hunting you down in the crowd of people. You try to get someone's attention but no one looks at you.
Your heart races uncontrollably as you catch sight of him, donning that mask—the very mask that has haunted your dreams—drawing closer with each passing moment as you sprint back toward your dorm room.
You reached your building and it was completely empty, everyone else was occupied with their classes. A surge of fear coursed through you as he pursued you to the room, seizing your hair with a rough grip and overpowering you as he secured the door behind you. Painful memories surged forth, causing your breath to quicken as he pinned you down.
It was him. It was him with a knife pressed against your throat, he compelled you into a kiss that was both sweet and long overdue. You whimpered, instinctively attempting to resist him, your teeth grazing his lip, but he retaliated with a fiercer bite. His obsession was palpable; he raised his mask slightly, forcing his tongue into your mouth, groaning at the taste of your soft tongue. The sensation was overwhelming, leaving you feeling violated and powerless.
He then pulls away from your soft trembling body, “Happy Valentine's Day, my doll."
He found himself unable to pull his hands away from your trembling form, the scent of your fear intoxicating him. For what felt like an eternity, he had obsessively yearned for you. His gloved hands tightened around you, a clear indication that he had no intention of releasing you.
He was determined to compel you to love him, to cherish the way he violently yearned for you. His desire was to possess you, to leave an indelible mark upon you.
You tremble and feel the urge to run away but you can't move your body. The sight of him with that same exact knife that took your friend's life, it made you sick to your stomach.
He reveled in your broken expression, akin to a deer caught in the headlights, and seized you roughly, drawing you closer. In a low, intimate whisper, he remarked, “You truly live up to your name when you tremble like that, soft angel.” With a sinister grace, he traced the razor-sharp blade—the same one that had inflicted pain upon you long ago—along your cleavage.
Your body quivered under his touch, reduced to a mere plaything in his hands, as he manipulated you like a lifeless doll.
“N-No! Stop!” You screamed but your voice was muffled against his rough hand. He lets out a sadistic chuckle as he looks at your old scar, the one he created. You had attempted to cover it up with the soft angel tattoo, which made him extremely jealous.
He then pressed the knife against your skin, locking his gaze with yours as he etched his mark upon your soft angel tattoo. Once again, he branded you, tainting your body anew. Painful memories surged, leaving you feeling utterly defeated as you collapsed into his awaiting arms once more.
He had carved his name into you, the brand on your infamous tattoo, replacing your identity. You felt completely owned by him. He then bent down and overwhelmed you with his perverted hands as he manhandled you into the bed. You feel the blood dripping down your body as he lays you down on the bed.
With a subtle lift of his mask, he revealed his lips to you, crashing them against yours with a fervor that claimed your mouth as his own. “You belong to me.” he repeated, his grip tightening around your throat while his lips wandered across your soft body.
“You look so pretty to me, doll. Such a good little doll for me, making me feel fucking lovesick for you.” He said with his predatory voice, sending a shiver down your spine. His hands roamed around your doll-like outfit, he feels a sense of ownership as he sees the outfit you put on specifically for him.
He then raised his sharp knife to your pretty face and threatened you, “Now be a good porn star and sit on your chair, or I'll stab you again.”
You quickly sit on your pink streaming chair trembling at his threat. He was so sweet to you.
You tremble as you wait for his next command. He goes on your computer and clicks on your porn blog, thousands of people already lining up in your live queue that he set up an hour before.
He looks at you, “My sweet angel, put your hands behind your back, let's give your fans a well deserved Valentine's gift.” He said as he tied your pretty body to the chair, binding you and completely restraining your naked body.
You were extremely vulnerable with him, your wet holes exposed to him and the ready webcam in front of you.
The pink restraints and ropes traveled along your bambi body, your body helpless as your predator’s eyes roamed around your blood stained body. His hands tied your weak ankles covered in the dripping blood to your chair, making sure you can't escape him.
“I've always fantasized about this very moment, the moment where I have my little angel trapped and vulnerable, easier to violate and break.”
Your eyes tremble as you look up at him as you finally speak, “Please be gentle, Mr Ghostface.”
He lets out a dark chuckle and caresses your glossy lips, “I'll be gentle as long as you're a good doll for me.”
Before he gags you, he gives you a rough passionate kiss, ruining your lipgloss as he claimed you. He pulled your infamous pink mask over your face, hiding your identity as you were both wearing infamous masks. He stared into your eyes so sweetly, caressing your masked face as he took time to cherish this long awaited moment.
“Are you ready, soft angel?”
「 Press Start 」
“Happy Valentine's Day” He says darkly as the chat starts to load. He forces you to face the webcam, spinning the chair and forcing your mouth open with a spider gag.
The chat was excited to see you violated on camera by who they assumed was just a porn actor. He groped your perfect round tits as he watched people join the live. What the chat didn't expect to see was the infamous Ghostface on their screen along with their tied up angel.
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♡ ︎ ChristianJay44 » you look so pretty tied up
♡ ︎ taintbj » soft angel has her first guest?
♡ ︎ icky_brat » ghostface??
♡ ︎ martindilf » I see you've got a Valentine.
♡ ︎SoftLover » is she bleeding?
♡ ︎maxxdirector » is ghostface going to make her his next stabbing victim? i'm looking forward to that
♡ ︎Brat_Tamer » fucking slut
♡ ︎psychokiller88 » pathetic little angel, getting fucked by a serial killer?
The chat erupted with excitement, thousands flocking to witness your first guest, the notorious serial killer. Your face flushed a deep pink, mirroring the hue of your mask. A wave of shame washed over you as you felt utterly exposed, the audience bearing witness to their infamous porn star, the soft angel, surrendering her virginity to a psychopath.
Everyone thought you were truly pathetic yet they couldn't stop watching. You were gagged and forced to stare at the camera, your wide heart eyes making the chat fall in love with your Valentine's gift for them.
The mask man behind you caressed your tied up body as you trembled in your seat. He traced the pink ropes with the tip of his sharp knife causing your body to flinch with each sharp touch. It felt so fucking thrilling for you. His trapped little angel at his mercy, broadcasted on your soft porn blog.
With his dark guttural voice he spoke to your fans, “Welcome to the stream everyone, doesn't our soft angel look so pretty today? Doesn't she have the body of a porn star?”
He then roughly pulled your hair, “Today I have planned a beloved valentine's gift for her fans.”
Your chat flooded with mixed reactions, some of your loyal admirers felt a twinge of jealousy, while others were undeniably captivated, their sweet donations pouring in relentlessly.
You gaze up at him with wide, trembling eyes, silently pleading for gentleness as he asserts his claim over your body, yet his firm grip on your hair instills a sense of fear. He perceives your quivering state, a smirk playing beneath his mask—a mask you utterly despise. “It’s alright, my sweet doll. I promise to be gentle, just continue to look lovely for the camera,” He says, fixing your pink ribbons in your nicely done braids that he'll use as handles.
He gently tilted your head slightly towards the camera, positioning you perfectly to be his plaything, making you look like his doll for the camera. Your mouth was forced open with the gag, you were reduced to a sex doll for him, and you loved it.
His member was large and veined, the tip brushing against your full lips. You were angelic, your eyes gently yielding to your captor, a submissive look that stirred his obsession even more deeply within him.
Your pretty pink blow job lips stretched obscenely around his thick cock, tears leaking from your eyes as he forced himself deeper, using your mouth like a cheap fuck toy. your tongue feels repulsed as you let the man who killed your friends use you like this, yet your cunt couldn't stop throbbing at the sweet way he treated you.
He used your head gently, gripping it possessively as he fucked your soft throat. He fantasized about this moment for so long, his fantasies could never truly compare to reality though. He felt so pleased as he used you like this, he thought you were so fucking pathetic, but you were his pathetic little angel.
You were completely helpless, your mouth forced open as he used you so sweetly in front of thousands. He caressed your cunt gently, his arousal growing as he felt how drenched you are. He gripped your hair and leaned in, his dark sinister voice sending a cold chill down your delicate spine, “You’re so fucking wet, you're enjoying this so much.”
And fuck, he was right. You were enjoying this so much. Your face was flustered as you were broadcasted live, showing everyone how much of a slut you were. You glanced at your screen and saw the amount of people watching the live, your glass heart shattered.
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♡ Oldperv » overfill her mouth with cum
♡ Fauxxx4 » she's a fucking slut, look at the way she's enjoying this
♡ Dsxirex » fuckkk
♡ Bunnny25 » never take that gag off of her
♡ Wolfsbane » the hottest thing I've ever watched
♡ LittleAngel33 » she looks so helpless
♡ Red lights_728 » fucking pathetic
♡ Sluttyporn » fuck her mouth harder
The masked man saw the amount of people watching your live and let out a dark chuckle, tightening his grip on your braided hair as he fucked your mouth, “How do you feel about thousands of your fans watching me fuck your pretty mouth?”
Your heart trembles as you stare at the webcam like a helpless victim. The amount of people watching you being defiled by your attacker made your heart shatter. Your wide trembling eyes only made him fuck your mouth harder. “You have no idea how much I love your pretty eyes, you look like an angel when they tremble like that.”
He then violently gripped your aching throat and forced his cock deeper into your pretty mouth. You let out a loud gag that made your face flushed under your mask. You whimper around his cock as he obsessively thrusted into your mouth. He'd been craving your mouth for so long, the feeling of being inside of you made his heart beat violently over you. He loved the way you couldn't resist his cock, he could feel your tongue wrapping around his cock trying to pleasure him as he assaulted your mouth, it made him fall in love with how pathetic you were.
His dark obsessive eyes beneath that mask made you sick. You hated how he knew how pathetic you were for him. You belonged to him, even if you denied it, your body could never forget his stain on you.
He then quickly grabbed his knife and held it to your soft throat, “You belong to me.”
He was insane and consumed with obsession, fucking your forced open mouth with increasing intensity. He made sure to get you on camera, gagging and struggling to take his big cock as your plump lips wrapped around his cock.
Your delicate glass heart raced as he humiliated you before thousands of your viewers. Tears threatened to spill from your trembling eyes, for he was not as gentle as he had promised; yet, he tenderly wiped them away, leaving your heart in a tumult of conflicting emotions. You looked like a broken little dove and he reveled in that.
The way he gently caressed your masked face as he violated you made your heart flutter, you felt so filthy for loving the way he violated you. You could feel your heart racing faster with each violent thrust, you could feel your cunt matching its rhythm.
He could feel the way your filthy body is reacting to your defilement, he could tell that you were enjoying this. He lets out a dark psychotic chuckle, “Did I break you already, pretty little dove?”
He then started to roughly rub his boot into your drenched cunt, making you drool on his cock more as he obsessively desired to defile your angelic body even more.
“You're enjoying this so much. I think I'm falling deeper in love with you.”
With one last violent thrust, he overfilled your pretty mouth with his cum, staining your lips and forcing you to open your mouth to the fans.
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♡ Drugged Brat » fuck..her mouth is overfilling with cum
♡ Mollymydrinnk » fucking cumslut
♡ Tamer61 » never stop
♡ Anonymous_Reaper » she was born to be used like that
♡ Yourstalker » make her cry more
♡ daddyslittleslut » she's so pretty when she cries
♡ Chainedx91 » fuck her overfilling mouth
♡ DerrangedIndividual » getting fucked by a serial killer in front of thousands, the perfect valentine's date
You force yourself to swallow as he commanded you to, he read the comments out loud to you and chuckled at the way your fans degraded you. You fucking hated his deep chuckle, it always filled you with a blood curling fear.
“How does it feel to be watched and defiled like this? Does it feel humiliating?” He said so cruelly.
Of course it felt fucking humiliating. You felt so exposed and vulnerable as thousands witnessed and masturbated to your defilement. Tears threatened to spill, yet his tender caress against your lips ignited a flutter in your heart once more. He was both gentle and arousingly cruel to you.
“Shh..it's okay, my delicate angel.” He said as he took the tight gag off of you, your jaw felt so relieved as you could finally close your mouth.
He then repositioned you onto the bed as your delicate body trembled. He groped your body pervertedly, the camera capturing every moment. He kept whispering into your ear and praising you, making you flinch as he kept touching your reopened scar.
His hands and eyes could never leave the bleeding scar he inflicted upon you, it was like he was proud of himself but ruining your soft skin once again. He was like a man starved for your defilement.
He then hastily tore away your pink panties, the ones he had admired for such a long time. Setting them aside, he intended to take them later. With a roughness that made you whimper, he forcefully spread your legs apart.
"You’re a virgin, aren’t you, sweet angel?" he said, his grip on your jaw firm as he compelled you to meet his masked gaze. You hesitated for a moment, then nodded obediently, fear keeping you from uttering a falsehood.
With a sinister smile hidden beneath his mask, “Let me violate you and finally claim your body then.”
I like to imagine that sometimes Josh has messaged Aly but forgot her phone was in her locker and had deleted so many messages to her when he noticed she didn’t check her phone. Ultimate over-thinker😭
Or maybe he’s gotten so many spelling mistakes he’s had unsent and rewritten them. 😂
Warnings: Slight Stockholm Syndrome, near death, hypothermia, scattered memory, reader being desperate, slight angst mostly fluff
Era: No specific place, kinda my own little world. After Negan in a cold area (it’s snowing)
A/N: I had decided to try a different view point this time to make it more ♡ethereal♡ so no use in y/n, in a 3rd person pov
Please Save Me Mister…
She wondered the woods like a lost puppy, she had lost everything. Her father is now disappeared, her home was destroyed, everyone she ever known is now killed, disappeared, or gone. The attack happened suddenly in the morning, she had hardly any time to prepare, so she was forced to leave wearing nothing but her white strapped dress, which she wore to bed, her underwear, and a brown leather jacket, she had not enough time to put her shoes on. Her only weapon for protection is her pocket knife.
It had been about 3 weeks since her home, her ‘sanctuary’ had collapsed. It’s was unfortunate that they had struck in winter, she had survived by huddling herself up in abandoned clothing stores, she’s had no food for several days, maybe six days? Maybe 4, she can’t remember, the days had blended together after a bit. Unfortunately, in the entire clothing store, not a single hair of shoes large enough or small enough for her feet. Not even half sizes to hers. Having no other way of finding shoes she had made her own, cutting up souls of the shoes and tying them to her feet to make temporary shoes. However, with the snow being as deep as it is, the white cold powder engulfs her leg up to her knees. So they hadn’t lasted long.
Many days had passed, melting snow for water, eating whatever fruits she could find off bushes. She was sitting under a tree, her feet buried in the snow now, she had not felt the cold anymore. Her skin grew pale and blue, her nail’s skin had became a shade of icy purple. Having not enough energy to even care, she lay her head on the trunk of the tree. Suddenly she heard the sound of snow crunching behind her, they were rhythmic so not a walker. It sounded like boots, crunching into the soft powdered snow. Too tired to even move, she knew this person whom was walking in her direction was a human, meaning she hadn’t anything to worry about when it came to being eaten alive. As the sound got louder and louder, she became nervous, this person was now only a few feet away from her when suddenly it went quiet. She decided to peak around the corner of the tree to see who or what it was. Inching closer to the edge, trying her hardest to not make a noise she sees the man she had been listening to. He was well built, wearing a poncho, jean pants, and a pair of work boots. His hair was medium length and brown. He held a crossbow in his hands. He was rather handsome, especially his arms, they look to be sculpted right out of a Greek sculpture. Though, he was handsome she had a terrible feeling that he was no good, that he was a dangerous man. She decided to stand up slowly, keeping both of her hands onto the tree that separated the two of them, she felt her feet had gone completely numb, she ignored the feeling and began to run the other direction away from this man, the snow was loud beneath her feet, it would be sure to attract anything in her area. Running as fast as she could, she heard the man running behind her. The cold air hitting her lungs, her going days without eating, not drinking proper water. She felt her knees start to give. She ran for as long as she could. Until she had tripped and hit her head over a tree root that was sticking from the ground, laying there on her back looking into the sky, the man had caught up to her, looking down to her. He looked her up and down, observing and questioning how the hell she had even survived as long as she did, or how long she had been out here.
Her eyes felt heavy, the tiredness had taken over her body completely now, as her eyes began to close the man spoke to her. “I’ll take ya home.” She had smiled at his warm comforting words, then she replied, softly, almost inaudible “Please save me mister.” Then her eyes shut, before she passed out she felt large warm hands pick her up bridal style, falling asleep, she lay her head on his shoulder.
She awoke in a dark brick cell with a large fuzzy blanket wrapped around her. She lay on a hard uncomfortable mattress, feeling the cold touch of the breeze touch her skin from over her she saw a small window where light shun through it. However the window was too high up for her to see through. She saw a shadow walk across the window, then she heard the sound of keys jingling and the sound of a lock unlocking. Spooking her, she sat back down on her bed and huddled herself into the corner. The man as before walked into the room with another man and a woman. Immediately she recognized the man as Rick Grimes. The man responsible for everything that had happened to her. The woman was also familiar, she wore a winter coat along with dark blue jeans, she had a samurai sword on her back. The man with the crossbow whispered something to Rick and he walked up to the girl. “My name is Rick Grimes, this is Michone and Daryl, my partner here told me he found you lying in the snow. You were stone cold, we’re very surprised you didn’t get any frost bite.” He spoke, “I know what kind of man you are Rick” she said, looking straight at him. Rick had a puzzling expression “You killed everyone, do what you want with me but my father was Negan, you took away EVERYTHING from me. YOU are the reason I almost died!” She said raising her voice, jumping out of the bed and grabbing the bars of the cell. Anger and resentment in her tone, if looks could kill… “I know you are Negan’s daughter, and I understand your anger, that’s why you’re here in this cell. Your father is alive, he’s in a different cell apart from here. You may not go see him until we can trust you. Until then, Daryl here will take duty in watching you most of the time.” He gestured to the man she had met before. She was staring at Rick, never taking her eyes off him. Staring at him like how a lion stairs down a gazelle. Rick started backing away from the lady in the cell, “she’s all yours now.” Then Rick handed Daryl the keys, then Rick and Michone walked out of the room.
Many days had passed, being interrogated, having two bathroom breaks a day, eating nothing but soup and bread. Which, she was thankful for. Though this was the enemy, she is rather grateful for their hospitality. Especially grateful for the man Daryl, who is the reason why she isn’t dead right now. The reason why her belly is full of warm food and has a bed and a blanket to sleep on. She felt so much gratitude, she even looks forward to seeing him, especially since he was really the only person she ever saw. Daryl watched her during the day until she fell asleep when somebody else would take Daryl’s shift. Most of the time it was Michone or Rosita. However, today was different. The snow began to melt, the food proportions became larger, and they began to give her more water. Daryl looked outside through the window of another cell, deciding it was time for something. “Would you like a tour? Officially meet everyone?”
With that she was walking down the sidewalk, seeing the weather was still rather chilly, Daryl had brought her some sweatpants, new underwear, a T-shirt, and a bra he was able to get for her as a donation from a mother woman. Daryl had also brought her some socks, and a pair of shoes that fit her just right. However she was still tied up with Rick’s handcuffs. Still, she felt rather thankful for everything Alexandria has done for her, seeing that actually her father may have been wrong about these people. Getting to a park, there were three other people who were watching her with guns, making sure she can’t run away. “If I let ya loose and let ya stretch your legs ya won’t run?” “Of course I won’t Daryl.” She said in an innocent tone. Unlocking her cuffs she raised her arms in the air and stretched real big. Walking down to the pond they had, she sat down next to it, looking at her reflection. She hadn’t seen what she looked like in weeks. She remembered that now she can actually feel her face and her toes for once, a smile spread on her face. She felt free, she could feel the healing scabs on her knees, the cold hair filling her lungs. The air smelled clean, and refreshing. Shutting her eyes, she lay down on the grass to feel the suns warmth on her skin. “What’er ya doin?’” Daryl asks her “I’m just relaxing, that’s all.” Daryl nodded in response. “I see you like the pond.” She opened her eyes to see the man Rick grimes standing above her. So she sat up to face him. “We never officially met, so may I ask you to walk with me?” She nodded and walked with Rick around the neighborhood. She introduced herself and shared information about the sanctuary and her father’s old plan. She shared about her mother, Lucille. How her father went mad after her death, who her father was before everything had happened. After hours of talking and getting to know each other, she was back in her cell with non other than Daryl taking watch over her.
She felt bold, an idea had creeped into her mind. She felt grateful for Daryl. She knew he was the reason she is alive right now. He was the one who made sure she was safe, he fed her, he gave her clothing, water, blankets, and a person to talk to. “You know Mr. Dixon, I don’t know how you’re still single. You’re a kind man who works very hard, and I’m going to be honest you’re physically very attractive. Well not just physically I mean, emotionally and your personality is also attractive too.” She said blushing, she had never really confessed to someone in such way. She really only confessed to people through text or having a friend do it before everything went to shit. “Ya don’ know shit bout’ me to say somethin’ like tha. Ya don’ know me as much as ya think ya do.” Daryl said looking down to his knife. “I don’t need to know a lot to know when someone is a good man. I know you’re a good man Daryl, people trust you a whole lot, Rick trusts you, Michone trusts you, Gabriel, Tara, Rosita. Everyone trusts you Daryl, why can’t you let me trust you?””Cuz’ ya different, ya not jus’ some girl locked in this cell woman, ya the daughter of the worst’ man my whole group has ever seen. The man who killed probably over a hundred people. Of course we ain’t gonna trust ya.” “But I’m nothing like my father. You can believe me.” Daryl looked at her with sorrow “Ain’t my call to make.” Daryl then looked back down to his knife in his lap.
many weeks had passed since she lived in the cell. Eventually people started to trust her, and now she lives in an actual house with Daryl. After she had confessed to him, Daryl took a very long time to actually accept that someone had shown an interest in him, that someone actually felt for him romantically. Even after he accepted it he had to understand that he felt the same way, Daryl had never really felt anything romantic, just lust. Many times before the outbreak Daryl would higher a hooker or go to clubs but he never felt anything for those women. He never really knew what being in love was, he had to have someone show him what it was.
Daryl went up the stairs of the house to see what his girl was doing, as he opened the door slowly he saw her relaxed body lying under the silky sheets of their bed. Daryl took off his shoes and crawled into the sheets, hugging his girl firmly, but not roughly, he didn’t want to wake her up. However he failed to do so, and she opened her eyes to see Daryl holding her from behind. She drowsily smiled and positioned herself to face him, pecking her lips onto his, and he decided to kiss her back. She wraps her arms around Daryl’s waist and snuggles her face into his chest. They both close their eyes and fall back asleep.
Even though she is now trusted by the community, she has never gone back to see her father. Mainly because she is disgusted with how much he had lied to her. She had begun to help around the community mostly by gardening. She actually began to feel like she was at home, the place her heart had always been searching for and she had finally found it. She is loved, trusted, and respected by everybody. Forever loved, and forever at peace with herself, she dreams of her life just the way it is. She dreams of kissing Daryl, and him holding her in his arms, him allowing her to brush and braid his hair whenever she gets bored, cooking him dinner and him eating every bite and always going back for seconds. His little compliments that he gives her, may seem stupid to others but are as powerful as a love poem to her ears. To her, he is a living breathing poem. And to Daryl, she is a living fairytale, a beautiful girl. Ethereal and goddess like. A powerful woman you would read about. Forever in the same story together, written and designed for eternal love.
