IN WHICH THERE is only one way to live: take his virginity.
content: 18+ DDDNE: DUBCON, male!ghostface, top male reader, canon timeline, mentions of heterosexuality (?), death threats, physical violence: ghostface injures reader, freeze response, coercion, virginity loss (ghostfaceโs first time), unprotected sex, creampie
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โWhatโs your favorite scary movie?โ
You pause momentarily. Titles which have no peculiar prestige in elements echo through your mind, and the back of your throat vibrates loudly with your humming. โI donโt know.โ
โYou have to have a favorite,โ Ghostface answers in time, his palm soothing over his hardening cock hidden beneath thin layers. It was naught but of deviance, sick, and worthy to be indicted of indirect defilement, โWhat comes to mind?โ
Clicking your tongue against the roof of your mouth, you settle on one and mutter it out. You return the question, โWhatโs yours?โ
โGuess.โ
โHm,โ in the forsaken trenches residing within your brain, you are able to vacuously sense an anomalous presence stalking you in every corner. Though, you decide on not to dignify it, considering your brain may be simply playing tricks on you. โA Nightmare on Elm Street.โ
โIs that the one with the guy who had knives for fingers?โ
โYeah, Freddy Krueger.โ
In spite of the known fact that it was inherently basic knowledge that anyone could possess with disregard to tolerance of such movies, Ghostface almost groans out in pleasure, digging his palm against himself firmer. You had no idea how proud he was.
โFreddy!โ He cheered breathlessly, his gaze seemingly fixated on the bulge that resided on the front of your pants, inevitably causing his own cock to throb and his hole to clamp around nothing with want, โThatโs right. I like that movie. It was scary.โ
Buzzing resonates slowly from your throat, born out of you humphing thoughtfully in agreement. โOnly the first one.โ
There was thrill in this conversation, in spite of the certitude that this person was no woman.
โSo... you got a girlfriend?โ Ghostface interrogated through a ragged breath, the puff hitching at the end as he patted his growing bulge lightly as though to reign in his aggravated nerves. Haunting murmurs of jealousy brewed inside of the storm that was currently ravaging his brain at his own question.
It shouldnโt bear any significance. Heโll kill your lover if you have one.
With great and exceeding self-restraint, you hinder yourself from laughing out loud in surprise. The corners of your lips threaten to curve upwards, โWhy? You into me?โ
Perverted, outrageous excitement courses through the killerโs body as he steels his knees against the dirt to halt himself from humping his palm. He needed you to be with himโeven better, have you inside of him for as long as he needs. โMaybe. Do you have a girlfriend?โ
โNo,โ you answer honestly.
โYou never told me your name.โ He stated, despite already owning the knowledge of your identity.
Itโs only a few more minutes until heโll get to the love of his life; until heโs granted the luxury of being freely able to caress you, to trap you to his body with his arms, to make you carve your initials into his flesh with that soon-to-be familiar weapon of his, and so many other endless possibilities.
โWhy do you wanna know my name?โ
โBecause I wanna know who Iโm looking at.โ
Oh, fuck.
Warranted fear seizes your heart, your body abnormally stilling for a moment as your breathing halts. Driven by shock, you steer your gaze towards any and every window that may allow anyone to peer into your home. To your dreadfully cursed luck, darkness completely embraced the outside.
โWhat?โ
โI wanna know who Iโm talking to.โ The anonymous voice residing on the other line confirmed.
โThatโs not what you said.โ You mutter, departing from the counter behind you to seek for a weapon.
โWhatโd you think I said?โ He rises from his knelt spot, pacing towards an unfortunate entrance of your home. With the aid of his current location, he still has the ability to watch as you fumble with a knife in your trembling possession, your shoulders stiff with alertness. God, youโre beautiful.
โWhat? Hello?โ He prompted, a hint of impatience seeping into his tone.
โI gotta go.โ
โWait, I want to go out with you.โ
โNo, I donโtโโ
โDonโt hang up on me.โ Ghostface demanded, a precipitous dawn of anger crossing his heart when you still doggedly ended the line.
You needed to set the phone down somewhere or at least dial the police. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Youโre not alone.
Youโre not alone.
The unceremonious deathly rattling of the communicator startled you, your knife almost brutally descending from your grasp. You draw a tattered inhale, sweat naturally developing on your forehead as you reluctantly answer.
โYes?โ
โI told you not to hang up on me.โ You didnโt know it consciously, but Ghostface was getting closer and closer.
โWhat do you want?โ You force out, your fingers tightening around the handle.
โTo talk.โ
โGo dial someone else. Listenโโ
โNo, you listen you little bitch. You hang up on me again, and Iโll gut you like a fish. Understand?โ Ghostfaceโs voice rose in temper, aggressiveness clutching the edges of the menacing syllables that probed their way out of his mouth. He chuckled upon noticing your shaken silence, โYeah...โ
โIs this a joke?โ You ask, frantic. Like a man in dire needโperhaps, you wereโyou comically rush around your house to guarantee that every lock was activated.
โMore of a game, really. Can you handle that, baby?โ
If the situation did not concern your life status, your heart wouldโve pleasantly fluttered.
Eventually, you arrive to a halt at a corner in the hallway. You glance towards the windows in your kitchen, attempting to gauge any sign that could denounce where he was lurking.
โCan you see me?โ
โYou know Iโm going to call the police.โ You warningly interrupted, the life-stealing metal that you delicately cradled was taunting you that you wouldnโt be able to strike the criminal. You were certain of it.
โTheyโll never make it in time. Weโre out in the middle of nowhere.โ He painstakingly emphasized the last word, to which your abdomen churns with regret.
โWhat do you want?โ
โTo see what your pretty insides look like. But if you agree to play a game, Iโll let you live.โ
A game? Is that what all this was?
Your capacity to laugh was dutifully robbed from you.
โHereโs how we play. I ask a question, and if you get it right, you live.โ Ghostface beamed, soundlessly climbing through the window you well-conveniently failed to inspect.
โCome on, itโll be fun. Itโs an easy category: movie trivia.โ
An instinct you did not know existed was nagging you.
Heโs here.
โLet me give you a warm-up question. Name the killer in Halloween. You can do this.โ
โMichael Myers.โ You blurt out without thinking, a sharp exhale passing through your nose as you steeled yourself to not allow a hint of vulnerability to be brought into your voice.
โYes! Very good. Now for the real question.โ
โNoโโ
โBut youโre doing so well. We canโt stop now.โ Ghostface encouraged, his footsteps deliberately light against the floor.
โSame category. Name the killer in Friday the Thirteenth.โ
โJason!โ You almost yell, both of your hands tirelessly seizing the communicator as if it was your dim lifeline, accompanied by the knife you canโt let go of in fear that he will come to terrorize you any moment.
โIโm sorry, but thatโs the wrong answer!โ
What?
No.
Please no.
โNo, itโs not. It was Jason.โ You outwardly panic, the beat of your steady heart amplifying. Adrenaline crashes into you like a bullet, practically rendering you free from all movements.
โAfraid not. No way. You shouldโve known that Jasonโs mother was the original killer.โ Ghostface lightly scolded, the head of his cock babbling out small bursts of pre-cum in response to your perceptible horror.
โLucky for you, thereโs a bonus question. What door am I at? Go on, itโs your call.โ
Heโs here.
Before youโre able to respond in any form, a hasty crash of intricate glass scattering across the ground resounded through the halls. You tense automatically, your shoulders wincing when you see a glimpse of black cloth in one of your doorways. Involuntarily, you lose your grip on the phone and abandon it once it hits the floor with a dull echo. You donโt have the time to spare, so you dash up the stairs.
Thereโs only about four or five steps left until you reach the top of the staircase when ominous and foreign fingers curl around your ankle, yanking you back down.
โFuckโโ you grunt, twisting around and kicking against the grasp with the lack of precaution.
To great luck, your foot collides with the chest of a figure decked out in long, black, lurex robe with tattered edges at the bottom. It was graced with a metallic-like sheen, the fabric catching in the low lighting. Then, you glance to see the intruderโs face, only to be confronted by an eerie white mask that sustains a permanent and exaggerated horrendous expression thatโs guaranteed to be engraved into your memory.
You hear him yelp from the force, followed by the sight of him stumbling. One of his dark boots skidded against the edge of the tread of the step, and it eventually resulted in his fall.
Seizing this opportunity, you steadilyโif you can even call it that with how you almost trip over yourself several timesโrun up to the second floor.
The stranger rapidly shook his head, regaining his consciousness in spite of the near-television static consuming the foremost area of his racked brain. He shoves himself upward a tad too quickly for it to be good for him, and he trails after you like a man on a vengeance-fed rampage.
Youโre able to take only a couple of steps inside of your bedroom before Ghostface tackles you on the ground, one hand of his weighing down on your chest while the other holds his knifeโyour own clattering someplace elseโto your vulnerable throat. He straddled your lap, the sides of his knees digging against the outer areas of your thighs. The scent of death awakened; the infamous weapon was now a hairโs breadth away from prickling your skin.
You donโt think you can breathe.
Your knee nudges up, attempting to buck him off of you, to no avail. He assertively settles his weight down on top of you, angling the flat of the metal to your jaw with the sharpened part just barely managing to graze your chin. Your breathing locks in your throat, and you stiffen up to prevent erroneously giving yourself a fresh cut.
โYou lose.โ
It was nothing short of an exuberant declaration of your defeat. You didnโt need a view of his face to be aware that he was grinning unabashedly.
โThere we go, stop struggling. If you wanna live, you have to listen to me.โ
At that, you are overcome with the need to retain your life, and you reluctantly exorcise all means of vigor your body previously contained. You lay there, demeaningly underneath him, with the active withholding of delivering a brute hit to his obscured face. Your hands ball into tight fists and the intruder immediately takes notice. But it didnโt matter much to him. He knows youโve given in.
A giggle, a demoralizing sound that is seemingly altered by what you guess is a voice modulator of some sorts, reverberates from his chest and up through the elongated, wide-open mouth that abominably expands the jaw. The eyes of the mask were hollow and dark; yet, nevertheless, they were piercing your form enough to make you slightly squirm.
Ghostfaceโs reaction is immaculately swift. He clenches his thighs around yours to force you to still, and thatโs when you feel it.
Oh.
Oh.
He was hard.
His cock pressed against your thigh, the sensation remarkably solid and warm through the decently wispy material of his costume. He sees your gaze darting towards his groin, and he doesnโt know how to outwardly react, but he knows youโre staring. The hand thatโs on your chest reaches up to take hold of your chin, tilting your head towards his own and away from the neglected ache in between his legs. Glovesโblack gloves that are terrifyingly smooth against your skin conceal his hands, you silently note. He lifts the knife away from your body, but he did not discard it next to your forgotten knife. He was granting you some respite.
โI think you know what I want now.โ Ghostface pinpointed, experimentally jutting his hips forwards and backwards once. It was uncoordinated, providing minimum pleasure for him but none at all for you. The realization that your hands were still unbounded has you hooking your hands on his waist, to which he let out a hoarse moan in delight.
โWhat the fuck are you talking about?โ
Hearing your question gifts him the audacity to groan in exasperation. He twirls the weapon around in his hand, idly swinging it with no true objective. โDonโt be stupid. What do you think Iโm talking about?โ
Before the urge completely registers in your brain, your right hand deviates from his side and flings upwards to connect with his jaw. He jolts, faltering on top of you as his palm gripping the weapon falls onto the floor to maintain his balance. It was an opening, and once more, you attempt to turn your positions around but heโs suddenly locking his legs around you. He slaps you hard across the face, averting you from retaliating in time, and uses his index finger, middle finger, and thumb to slightly compress your cheeks together.
Without a warning, he slashes a line with the steel blade over your cheek. You gasp, the dart of pain firing through the entirety of your face along with the stinging hit given to you just moments prior. The cut was relevantly shallow, light, and not at all intended to scar, but it still mildly hurts you. Beads of blood begin to dot along the cut and slide down your cheek. The scent was distinctly metallic, hitting you in the nose in a way that makes you want to hurl.
โDo that again, and Iโll fucking kill you! Now, stay still and keep that pretty mouth shut.โ Ghostface reprimands as he repositions himself, the volatile duality of his behavior startling you into obeying his whims. You deliberately allow your hand to slip off of him, and he doesnโt seem to take any offense. Again, he rolls his clothed hard cock against your still-soft groin, albeit a tad too gentle for either of your liking.
โFuckโฆ you feel good. Real good,โ He praises under his breath, slowly grinding against you. Using his thumb, he swipes the trickle of blood up, cautious as to not inadvertently brush the wound. He raises that hand and tucks it underneath his mask, grunting in appreciation as his tongueโnot that you can see it, but itโs a predictionโflicks out to lick the vital fluid that belongs to you, and he mumbles, โTaste good too.โ
In that moment, you were suspended in an unyielding trance, unable to respond or move from mere shock. What the hell was going on?
Ghostface sighs, long and drawn-out and agitated. For apparently good measure and to liberate you from your ephemeral hypnosis, he strikes your cheek a second time. It was delivered with a lower level of physical power but a higher level of intention to snap you out of whatever train of thoughts are booming through your head. It works as expected, your head briefly jerking to the side then back to him.
โI want you to fuck me,โ he abruptly blurts out.
You sputter, heat skulking to your bloodied face and you half-expect to be hit again for the never-ending length of your stupidity, โWhat?โ
โIf you wanna live tonight, baby, youโre gonna fuck me. Sounds good?โ Ghostface rephrases for your sake, tilting his head off to the side as if he was scrutinizing you.
โWhy do Iโโ
KRNKKKK!
He stabs the knife into the floor right beside your head, the weapon scraping as it splinters the floor slightly. You flinch, instinctively trying to firmly separate yourself and the killing tool, and he considers that as a cue to intensely ground his groin against yours to hoist your attention to him and him only.
โDo you wanna live or not?โ
โIโโ
Your nth mistake.
Youโre too slow in telling him what he desperately needs to hear. Driven by furiosity, he smacks your injured cheek, hard, your blood splattering all over his now crimson-stained gloveโone that heโs neither throwing away nor throwing into the washerโand you loudly grunt out a pained curse.
He coils that same hand around your exposed neck. Not to strangle you. At the very least, not yet.
With his unoccupied hand, he reaches down to loosen the strings sticking out of your waistband. You want to argue, you should argue, but you realize that youโll only grant an audience with your end if you dare voice out your disapproval.
โTake me to your bed.โ Ghostface demanded, his fingers ghosting over your cock prior to grasping his knife once more. You were growing hard under his attention, inevitably. Your hands curl around his powerful thighs, the flesh flexing with anticipation as you sit up. Whether or not you were able to withstand such weight underneath your palms, it didnโt matter. You are obligated to hoist him.
He dutifully slings his arms around your neck, his legs wrapping around your waist to support himself upright. You carry him to your bed (just as he had ordered like you were some sort of rabid animal to be tamed) and drop him onto the mattress. The furniture creaks as Ghostfaceโs back connects with it, bowing a little in protest to an unwanted stranger. He kicks his knees up, pushing himself backwards for his boots to dig onto the sheets.
His hands reach down to take the bottom of his costume and yank it upwards, the material pooling around his middle as his lower half is exposed to your supposed-to-be uninterested gaze. His arousal prominently strained against his boxers, a damp spot residing where the head of his cock was. You had expected an unsightly creature to unveil themselves to you. Alas, his skin, of what you were permitted to view, was normal. Human. Soft, even.
He allows his weapon to fall next to him, deliberately within his reach in case he finds use for it.
โWell?โ He prompts, hooking his thumbs beneath the band of his boxers and pulling them down until they are all the way around his ankles. He languidly hangs it around one of them, before booting it off of him. His palms smooth under his knees, lifting his legs up to exhibit his rim for you.
Shit.
There was slickness glossed over and inside Ghostfaceโs hole, which was seemingly stretched out. Putting it to a test, and you werenโt even aware that you found yourself allured by the sight that you shouldโve felt repulsed towards, you rub the pad of your index finger around his entrance to gather bits of the lube and push it into him. No resistance, if you ignore how he squeezes down onto your digit with a strangled moan.
โYes, fuck,โ he gasped out through a distorted rasp of his voice changer, his walls tense and amazingly more welcoming than any other used cunt. โW-Worked myself open just for you and your cock. Mmn, you donโt know how long Iโve been waiting for this.โ
Waiting? Heโs been waiting?
You feel absolutely sick. For weeks, possibly for months, he has been stalking you without end.
And youโre the one who has to pay the price for his attention.
October 31st, 2:01 A.M.
Soon enough, your hips are snug against the backs of his thighs while your wet cock traitorously throbs inside of him.
Ghostface forced you into his untouched body without any remorse; his being born from sin ushering you to where you are now. You hold the advantage over him, with him being in a more vulnerable position, but you are physically and mentally departed from every means of control. He threw his legs over your shoulders, straining himself for the reward of pleasure that heโs selfishly making you give him. He beckons you to lean over him, and you follow.
โThatโs a good boy.โ He praises, his head tipping back against the sheets.
The sensation by itself is strange. You pilot your hips backwards until half of your girth is being clung onto by his too-tight rim, before you snap into him once more. That wrecks out an appreciative moan from him, his thighs twitching against your upper half. Your length glistens with the lube he had graciously fingered into himself earlier, causing the strokes to be much smoother.
The head of your cock manages to rub against his prostate, his reaction immediate. โFuuucโah!โ Ghostface babbles, the small of his back arching off of the bed as his hole canโt help but clench down tight around you. Granted, it has you buck into him, the veins that run across your length brushing against sweet spots that have his boots digging against your back.
Youโre compelled to leisurely roll your hips, your dick slipping further inside of his spasming hole. You grind into him, ensuring that just the right amount of attention is driven into the certain bundle of nerves that has his pretty hole trembling around you. He whimpers, tears welling up in his eyes because, fuck, youโre too handsome and your cock is too thick for his brain to comprehend. The crease thatโs formed in between your eyebrows due to them knitting together makes him want to rip off his mask and kiss you.
But thatโll wait for another time.
Once he loosens around you, becoming docile underneath the presence of your body, you resume to your previous pace. The unattended cut across your cheek stings as your teeth grit together, a drying stream of crimson trudging down to your jaw. He whines, his hand lifting to wipe that trail off of you and rocks forward to meet your thrust. โBest fโhnghโ f-fucking cock Iโm ever going to have,โ Ghostface mumbles under a tight breath, his own length pulsing with the need of release against his flexing abdomen.
โYouโre sick,โ you grunt, pausing your movements to grab the base of your length and pull out. His lips part to retort, but you slide back into him with an abrupt slam.
โIโfuck!โ He curses, a noise torn in between a pathetic moan and a scream. Ghostface laughs, his chest rumbling upwards as he uncontrollably contracts around you, โWe are both sick. Youโre gonna cum inside of me sooner or later, and you wonโt be telling a goddamn soul about what happened between us, โless you wannaโโ
You repeat the previous motion; your leaky tip slamming against his sensitive spot harder than before.
โโhnnnghโ! Shitโโ Ghostface gasps, interrupting himself as his legs slide off of your shoulders as they helplessly spread apart. He looked almost pretty like that, his cute rim squeezing onto every inch of your throbbing cock to coax out your own release. Your skin and hand was wet with him, the lubricant combined with your pre-cum was gushing out of his entrance and conveniently slicking you up.
He felt so utterly full.
Killing you will be a damn waste, and he couldnโt possibly get rid of his Sweetheart now.
His hands rush downwards, his fingers gathering the gentle sheets for leverage. He struggles, squirms, when he senses a rapid euphorical coil bundling within his lower abdomen. He whimpers, the vocal modulator barely managing to modify the noise.
โSโthis okay?โ You pant out the words sarcastically next to his ear, slowing your thrusts into harsher yet deeper ones. Ones that shove his body further up your bed and nearly bang the top of his head against the wall.
โYโYes!โ He cried out, his voice gravelly and hoarse and raw. Squelching sounds came from the apex between his legs, from where your body was intertwining with his, and he zones into that sensation of you filling him up over and over and over again until his thighs flail and lock around your waist.
Suddenly, his body jerks once, before cum dribbles from his slit. He shudders all over, trembling breathlessly as he rides out his first high by rolling his hips just in time for the head of your cock to breach him. He clamps down there, purposely, to trigger your climax โ just as he wanted.
Itโs wet and warm. Ghostface can feel your cock twitching against his walls, and he has to physically prevent himself from forcing you to fuck into him again. He unwraps his legs, exhaustedly slumping against the bed. You pull out of him, rather too quickly to go on unnoticed, and practically collapse next to him.
He feels boneless, with your cum trickling out of his stretched hole.
You mightโve just successfully saved your life and a few others.
YOU GET IT. MATTHEW MURDOCK IS A BOTTOM. A BOTTOM. we need him sluttier I swear....
Roommate! Matt who habitually walks around in your shared apartment adorned with just your hoodie and his boxers. Itโs meant to tease youโto tempt you into touching him. Sometimes, heโd go out of his way to wear one of your shirts and nothing else. His strong, plump thighs would tense up whenever youโre close to him, and heโll grin the moment he feels your stare. His backside would peak under the material too, and occasionally, his half-hard cock would strain under the fabric that belonged to you.
Itโs not like he can help himself. Your items, specifically your clothing, bear your heady, mesmerizing scent, and you smell really good. You canโt expect him to go on ignoring that.
Roommate! Matt who habitually and consensually tugs the waistband of your pants down, especially when youโre trying to focus on something. Donโt blame him, he just needs your cock inside of him too much to the point that youโre fucking him a little more than half of the time youโre with him.
He particularly likes the feeling of his greedy hole swallowing the girth of your cock, his arms curling around your neck. Matt will deliberately clench around you when you donโt look or touch him for a while when heโs cockwarming you, just to get you to pay at least a fraction of your attention to him. If you do get somewhat pissed at him for distracting you, heโll pepper sweet kisses all over your face as an apology.
first of all, hi, big fan of your work, been obsessively scrolling through your blog for a while now. second: perhaps something with COD krueger getting thoroughly fucked by top!reader? maybe with him riling reader up while also not hiding the fact that he /loves/ getting pounded. love me some krueger being a cheeky slut
A/N. thank youu! been waiting for a whole year for someone to ask for him LMAO
โMake yourself useful for once.โ Sebastian grouched, the bottom of his sniper veil bunched up on top of the surface. He was bent over your desk, arching his toned back to willingly present his exposed ass in an agitated manner.
He feels you tap your sensitive tip against one of his asscheeks, a crease forming in between his brows, and he adds, โDonโt make me mad. Go and fuck me, scheiรidiot. If you only want to be pathetic, thereโs alwaysโโ (fucking idiot)
Heโs interrupted by his own ragged gasp when you sink into his wet heat in one thrust, his walls instinctively spasming around your length as his knees nearly give out under him. Sebastianโs fingers scramble around for purchase, his gaze performing the mistake of flickering towards the mirror that was conveniently laying against a wall on the right, displaying the both of your forms.
His teeth catches his bottom lip, watching as you lean over him to whisper behind his ear. โThereโs always what?โ You prompt softly, your hands groping his lower cheeks before spreading them apart to see how his pretty hole stretches around your girth.
โThereโs always someone elseโhnngh!โ Sebastian continues in a broken moan, earning him a harsh smack to the outer side of his thigh as you unceremoniously bully your throbbing cock inside of him. You grip him tighter, slowly dragging yourself out to let him feel every inch of you, then snapping your hips against his backside again.
โYeah? Think they can fuck you better than I do?โ You grunt, purposely grinding against his sweet spot each time youโre buried to the hilt. You pull himself back against you when you thrust forward, the force causing his skin to ripple.
Sebastian knows that no one else can handle his desperation like you. He knows that thereโs no other cock thatโll ever be able to satisfy him similarly to yours, and he knows that youโre the only one who he freely allows to use him like some toy.
And yet, he insists. โMaybe.โ
You decide to play along, let it be for now in favor of forcing out cute little whines from him. Sweat breaks on his skin, his ignored dick rubbing the edge of your desk. โOhh,โ he whimpered, clamping down onto your shaft when your drooling cockhead slams directly into his prostate. His head tips forward, his hips rocking backwards to meet your thrusts.
โYes, yes- fuck, love it so much,โ Sebastianโs mouth gapes, his voice becoming a little high-pitched. You were practically fucking his throat from how deep you were. You slide inside him completely, constraining him to feel every pulsing vein along your length. โAh! S-so you do know how to use that f-fucking cock. Not bad.โ
That comment provokes you to firmly fuck into him in an increased pace, which rewards you with constant โah, hahโs and whines that resemble your name. Sebastian cries out, his body almost going motionless as his masked forehead knocks against the work surface. He reaches behind him to grasp your wrist, not to push you away, but to use you as leverage to shamelessly make himself bounce on your cock like he wasnโt insulting you minutes before.
*blink blink* something with Matt Murdock? ๐ฅบ๐ฅบ
18+ BOTTOM MATT X GN!READER | FINGERING, MโS 1ST TIME
Touch: a cordial vernacular Matt predominantly uses with you in order to express what his words cannot.
The routine between the two of you begins accidentally. It would customarily occur in the form of the back of his hand inadvertently coming in contact with the length of your arm, the sensation of his roughened up skin heartening against yours. Familiarly, heโd apologize, and youโd inform him that it was okay.
More than okay.
A surge of confidence boosts him one day when heโs conveniently seated right beside you, his palm gingerly inching toward your hand until he unexpectedly rests it on top of yours. Matt feigned nonchalance, contrasting with the rhythmic yet harsh pounding of his heart, filled with undeniable nervousness. You didnโt pull away, further emboldening his actions from then on.
At first, it was pure. Merely several exchanges that were innocent.
Until he started to crave the presence of your body, your arms encaging him, your hand toying with him โ everything that shouldโve alerted him to rid of such feelings and thoughts out of respect for your friendship. But he didnโt.
His inability to not countlessly and shamelessly hint towards his continuously developing feelings for you inevitably led to Mattโs back leaning against the headboard and you kneeling in between his spread thighs.
One of his legs was hanging off the edge of the bed while the other was hiked over your shoulder, leaving him exposed to you. Sweat cracked over his forehead as his hole squeezed tightly around your fingers, to which you clicked your tongue in false disapproval.
โRelax.โ
โCanโt,โ he huffed, a faint whine bubbling up at the back of his throat.
It felt rather strange in the beginning, but not uncomfortable. The cautious rubbing of the pads of your fingers against his warm walls was enough to get him panting through his mouth, and it didnโt take long until he began to steadily rock his hips.
A pinkish hue tinted his cheeks as his hard cock leaked uselessly of pre-cum; an irrational urge to beg for more rushing to the forefront of his mind.
You were stretching him out so cruelly. He was subjected to the torture of enduring your fingers practically forcing him to be slick and gaping for you, his jaw tightening when you deliberately ignore his sweet spot once more.
โYou canโt or you wonโt?โ You ask, curling your fingers just right.
โOh- I canโt-!โ Matt cries out, his thick thighs tensing up as his hips buck towards you.
He gasps with dread when he realizes his mistake, muttering a panicked โno, no, noโ while you slowly slide your fingers out of his puffy entrance, causing him to clamp down around nothing. The emptiness has him groaning in irritation before he feels something wet circling his hole.
It was your tongue.
Matt stifles the pathetic, high-pitched whimper that wants to be let out, his body stiffening in place with visible effort to not shove you down onto the ground and ride your face until heโs nothing but brainless.
can we get some more of ghostface x top!male reader pleaseeeeeee ๐ฅบ๐๐
โFuck, come on, put it in already!โ
Ghostface whines in pure frustration, the little slit of his cock uselessly weeping, desperate for your attention. His gloved hands clench around the sheets underneath his tensed body, his head thrown back against the pillow as he gasps out.
You had two slick fingers rubbing against his walls, the digits gradually pumping in and out and effectively loosening his tight hole. โYouโre going to bleed out if I do,โ you warn, ignoring his sobbing protests as the pad of your index finger brush against a sensitive spot within him. Ghostfaceโs lean back arches off the bed, which has your free hand moving to weigh on his stomach to ensure he held still.
โDonโt be such aโmngh, oh Godโstupid pussy. Fuck your cock into me, I know you want it,โ Ghostface babbles mindlessly, his hips straining as they roll forward, trying to take your fingers in deeper.
To his disappointment and eventual anger, you pull them out and leave his wet hole pathetically gaping from the abrupt emptiness. Before his complaints burst from his chest, however, you align the head of your cock to his entrance and gently push it inside.
Ghostfaceโs thighs twitch, his legs automatically spreading wider as he squeezes around your tip. Though, to his surprise, thatโs all he receives from you. His breathing grew ragged, puffs of air hitting his mask and causing the material to cling to his nose.
โWhat are youโ?โ
โJust the tip tonight,โ You quickly hush, your palm soothing the tense muscles of his abdomen.
In complaint, he grumbled incoherently, beginning to slightly squirm in his place. This was basically the equivalent of you killing him. He wanted to feel your dumb, insufferable big dick inside of his tight, drooling hole; yet, you seemed to have no plans on giving what he wants. He whimpers shakily while he tilts his head to stare down at you, watching how you start to stroke yourself with only your leaky cockhead inside of him.
Itโll have to do. For now. Ghostface can only let out faint, pretty moans as he waits for you to cum inside of him.
content warnings. SMUT, male reader, deepthroating (receiving)
Miguel was stressed.
Even the tiniest add-on detail of the mission went, hilariously, wrong. He relied on themโthe other Spider-menโand they failed. Again.
Thatโs when youโre needed. He needed you, to unwind and fall at peace for once.
You donโt care enough to remember when this arrangement began. Not with this sight of Miguel on his knees, disdain etched across his strong features. He makes use of his mouth, pulling the zipper of your pants down with his teeth and yanking your boxers out of his way.
His warm breath fans against your sensitive skin, making your cock twitch. โEasy.โ You murmur, your hand reaching down to card through his locks. He responds with a glare, his tongue sheepishly peeking from its place between his lips before he drags the muscle along your base and up to the head of your dick.
He swirls it around, lapping at the angry vein just beneath. The cold but dizzying sensation forces your hand to clamp around the edge of the desk behind you. It was addicting; the familiar embrace of his sickly hot mouth takes your cock inch by inch, stopping half-way.
Youโre able to feel how heโs struggling to relax around your size, how his throat is constricting and urging him to let go of you; yet, he doesnโt listen, eyes fluttering shut instead.
After a few minutes, he fits more of you in, his cheeks straining as he attempts to suck you harshly. You grunt brokenly, hand involuntarily gripping onto his hair enough to punch out a guttural moanโthe sound sending immediate vibrations to the shaft of your cock.
He sees it as an opportunity, his lips tight around you as he takes ahold of your hips. He pulls you forward, your length slipping down his throat with ease. โShit, Mig,โ you gasp.
Miguel opens his eyes at the sound of his name, tilting his head back enough to look up at you. He moves his head back-and-forth repeatedly, his tongue licking at your dick deliberately, teasingly. Heโs panting through his nose, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth. Fuck, youโre already close.
PAIRING: Logan Howlett x Reader Reader is a male. Bottom Logan. KINKTOBER CW: SMUT, shotgunning, lazy sex, saliva as lube, anal fingering, dirty talk
Logan begins to mouth at the skin of your jaw, leaving hot, lingering kisses in his wake. Thereโs no rush to itโsimply the fundamental need clawing at his brain to feel you. He wraps his arms around your shoulders, and your hands grasp his hips to remain still. You grunt contentedly as his teeth ghost over your quickened pulse, your breath catching in your throat.
โWant you.โ He murmurs, his thighs on either side of your hips.
โYeah? You wanna take your clothes off?โ You lower your voice enough for it to come out as a whisper, your hands smoothing over the material of his jeans before they grip his waistband.
He nods his head, humming a little โmhmโ before raising himself further up. You pull them downโincluding his underwearโand Logan shimmies out of them before straddling your lap again. Heโs alluring above you like this; his cock half-hard, his eyes holding a gaze thatโs a note too intense, and his lips slightly agape when he releases a sigh of relief.
One hand of yours snakes along his body, skimming past every detail and scar, until you reach his bottom lip. Without you even getting out a command, Logan slips in a digit into his awaiting mouth. He groans at the taste, his senses intensifying his cognizance of your natural scent, and fuck, the blood from his brain goes straight down to his core. His slick tongue draws your finger further inside, the muscle swirling to smear his saliva around it. His eyes flicker to yours, arrogance glinting within them as he pulls himself back.
Logan takes hold of your wrist, bringing your hand to his hole. As you ease in a finger, he tips his weight on his knees to reach for a cigar. He lights it up, the corners of his mouth downturning when he feels you pause, waiting patiently for him to finish with it. โDidnโt say you had to stop for me.โ He grumbles, irritation igniting in his chest.
โYou mightโve hurt yourself if I had you take it.โ You push it in further, rolling it forward and backward to punctuate your mock-of-a-scolding.
He scoffs, the sound slightly alternated by the whimper trapped in the back of his throat. โIโm not fragile. I can take you.โ He presses his ass back as if to prove his point, gasping when the digit slips in all too easily. His walls clench, the intrusion sudden enough to make him throb.
โFuck...โ he swallows, taking deep breaths before impatience settles. To minimize his uncontrollable whines, he hangs the cigar between his lips. Mumbling, โStop wasting time. Wanna feel your cock.โ
An amused huff escapes your nose, but you still comply. You thrust your finger inside of his entrance in and out, in and outโfeeling him beginning to relax around you. You add in another, watching his face twitch with micro-expressions of pleasure. Stretching him open so slowly, he almost chokes on the smoke.
When you pull out, believing heโs prepared enough, heโs already inching towards a climax. Logan whimpers in frustration at the loss, puffing a dirtied cloud towards your face to retaliate. You ignore his protests anyway, rushing to sling your belt out of the hoops and to finally unzip your pants.
Heโs too horny to realize that you donโt take it off completely. The gears of his brain only clink back together when he registers your leaky tip slowly breaching his hole. Little tremors pass through his thighs, the burn shifting into a pang of want.
โAtta-fuckinโ-boy,โ Logan groans out, sinking himself down your length, and spreading his legs wider, โalways so hard for me.โ This time, his words were teasing, careless in their lust-filled nature as he grinds down on your cock. In response, you take the stick from him, greedily inhaling a long drag.
He doesnโt immediately react, but when he does, you feel it. The sight of you smoking his cigar revives an innate possessiveness he had forgotten. Makes him squeeze around your dick like he wanted you to cum inside of him so soon.
Your palm finds security on his nape, pulling him closer to you. Tugging the stick away from your mouth, you pry his lips open with your thumb. You breathe the smog into his mouth, holding him in place and making him endure the sensation of you being merely inches away and the familiar caress of the fume. Loganโs eyes widen, his hips rocking involuntarily. Heat pools in his belly, his cock twitching from it all and heโs suddenly high off of it.
Once youโre done, he swears heโs dizzy with the need of you fucking him until heโs senseless. Logan quickly leans in, capturing your lips in a fervent kiss. The smog passes in between his teeth, and he aches to do it again.
Im sorry but for ur post about people using ur divider all Iโm seeing is a grey line? surely you canโt have an issue with people using a literal line or is it that u want to be credited?
I know it looks silly and I neither have an issue nor mind if people want to use a grey line like that but itโs just that I donโt want them to get it directly from me. I get that there may be instances where weโll get the same color and thickness of it, but Iโm talking about people downloading it from me.
Iโve seen some use it shortly after following me and as Iโve checked, they didnโt have it in any of their older posts. I donโt remember who they are, and I donโt want anyone coming after them for it. I hope people refrain from using it and other things from me again unless they actually ask for permission and credit me.
+ also, to clear up everything, Iโve already straightened this out w/ the ones I was talking about in my recent posts and Iโm okay with them (I was only talking about one person but thank you to the other one for reaching out). Iโm so sorry if I seem like Iโm overreacting, this is not my intention. Iโve been stressing over something personally and it is not directed towards anyone at all.
please do not copy/use my layouts, dividers (specifically the gray one), and other things from me (or anyone elseโs), INCLUDING my own tags and fic layouts.
syno. โห๊ฉ.แ โโ IN WHICH HALLOWEEN is in a few hours, the day that gathers mischievous children and adults alike. Theyโre all stupidly uncaring of the terrors that await them outside. Maybe itโs a good thing you werenโt invited to the equally stupid party; the bitterness is slipping from your mindโuntil the phone rings.
content: male!ghostface, male reader, stalking, he touches himself over his clothes, use of he and they pronouns for ghostface, 800+ words, canon timeline genre: dark | v.ao3
October 30th, 11:42 P.M.
Viridescent chlorophyll pigmented leaves rustle aimlessly from the zephyr, manifesting solace amidst the looming witching hour. The perpetual snicking of the timepiece compensated for the lack of engaging noise of your residence, one that is adjudged to be prone to jeopardy. You presumed youโd be drinking away your misfortunes along with your โfriendsโ by now, fulfilling the engraved void of your body with a sense of halcyon.
Alas, you neither inherited the glory of bosom friends nor a staunch invitation. Youโre compelled to isolation, idly switching from channel to channel on the television. Majority of programs transmitted great terrors and deaths occurring around your town, doubtlessly emitting dread from your neighbors. One snatches your surveillance in particular, the news anchor no other than Gale Weathers.
โWoodsboro, California was devastated last night when two young teenagers were found brutally murdered. Authorities have yet to issue a statement but our sources tell usโโ
Your telephone begins to ring.
Short-sightedly, a twinge of assumption that your friends are calling to address their regret engulfs you in a disposition of sprint. You hasten to answer, stumbling over items scattered across the ground. With palpitating hands, you manage to grab the cordless communicator.
โHello?โ
A saccharine yet mechanical voice lacerated the echoes of silence. โHello?โ
You detect a billow of unfamiliarity, the silk-smooth tone unregistered. You lay your weight against the counter behind you, planting your free hand on the top. โWhoโs this?โ You interrogate without close scrutiny, tasting displeasure on your tongue from the thought of the other one on the line being a childish prankster.
โWhat number is this?โ The stranger questions in return, downright shrugging off yours. Thereโs a subtle ascent in timbre, as though they were exhilarated by the odd conversation. Sounding virtually like they were arranging a scheme with you as the heart-rending target. However, you knew better than to generate bland speculations, didnโt you?
This did not mean you possessed the generosity of extending your patience for a mere individual whom youโll most-likely never meet. Your brows crease, lips twisting downwards into a sullen frown. Glancing towards the clock, it currently read 12:26. Youโve already misused your valuable time. Great, your weekโs ending with several scowls. With an aggravated sigh, you decide on a conclusion which is probably the smartest oneโor rather the stupidest, but you donโt know that just yetโyouโve made for the past few days. โYou have the wrong number.โ
You return the handset to the device. Youโre able to take only a couple of steps before it rings again.
This day is truly testing your patience. You snatch it, still having the decency to attempt upholding the tender exterior. โHello?โ You repeat, your jaw twitching with intelligible strain.
โIโm sorry. I guess I dialed the wrong number.โ
You scoff lightly, not daring to feign anything else besides mild amusement. Frustration began to simmer beneath your skin, fluttering a stream through your veins. โWhyโd you dial it again, then?โ
โTo apologize.โ
That one promptly eased the seethe waiting to plunge straight out of your chest. At least this person sustained a quarter of a functioning brain, unlike those youโre unfortunately acquainted with. โYouโre forgivโโ You begin, subconsciously lowering the object once more, but they abruptly interject while theyโre still within earshot. โWait, wait. Donโt hang up.โ The words were exhaled through a tight breath. They were shamelessly pleading.
โWhy?โ
โI wanna talk to you for a second.โ
You husk out a laugh, dropping your head as your shoulders tremble upwards. Oh good deity above, youโre awfully oblivious to how attractive your appearance is. Ghostface squeezes his thighs shut together, rocking forward to soothe the irritating ache. Heโs ridiculously camouflaging behind an ancestral, greening tree. His eyes steadfastly rake over the valleys and dips of your body, your clothes endowed with the ampleness of tease to let his imagination maunder. Finally, he hears your sweet, sweet melody.
โYouโve got a hundred of numbers for that.โ
So heโs been well-informed. โOh, I know,โ His gloved palm mindlessly cascade down to his groin, gently rutting to pursue the chase for friction heโs been pining for all these dull, prolong hours. โBut I want you.โ
Theyโre flirting with you. Out of every-color-draining people. Itโs surreal; the sensation of heat skulking to your face, the pinkish, vibrant hue dusting your cheeks, and the bare bite of adrenaline caused interest to emerge and sweep you right off your rationality. โRight...โ you find it skeptical, rightfully so, and yet youโre incapacitated of hanging up this time. โUh, Iโm going to watch a video.โ Your nose scrunches from how you spoke the sentence, and in return he hums a low, distorted tune.
โReally? What?โ You really werenโt.
โA... just some scary movie.โ
โDo you like scary movies?โ It must be sleep-deprivation but you cross your soul he sounds sinister. Uncanny and phantom-like but concomitantly mortal.
โSure.โ
โWhatโs your favorite scary movie?โ
2knote. unfortunately, Iโve been terribly busy so I didnโt have the chance to completely write this chapter out. 1.1 (continuation) will be posted in a few days.
A pretty subโs legs wrapped around you, whining pathetically. Their fingers intertwine with yours, grip tight to ground themselves to the feeling of your dick stretching them out. One of your hands lock around their throat, squeezing the air out of them as you fuck your aching cock back into their tight hole. Theyโre so wet, their pretty entrance slick with cum and lube.
โPlease.. fuck, m-moreโโ They look at you all teary-eyed as they choke out their meek words through a sob, thinking you care about a stupid, little doll that you can break and repair whenever you want. โYou want more, huh? Such a needy whore,โ Their walls seize up, bed groaning from the relentless pounding, โFuck, greedy slut. You liked that.โ
On shaky thighs, they try to meet your thrusts. โWait, ah, mmmng, slow down-โ Oh, but the both of you know they donโt mean that. Itโs their own form of asking for you to continue bullying your dick into their pulsating heat. Their sweet cries fill the room, clenching down on you tightly which triggers your orgasm rather quickly. Hips stuttering as your cum fills their hole until itโs leaking past your cock. You glance to their face, panting harshly, and the expression they wear makes you impossibly harder. So fucked out but they need more and more until you turn them into your pretty, dumb toy.