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featuring ghostface!ab x reader

in which... reader is worried that divulging her most depraved kinks has scared alfie off. a mysterious phone call in the middle of the night leads her to discover otherwise.

warnings: unprotected p in v, throat fucking, anal play, knife play, mask kink, cnc, inappropriate use of knives, slapping, choking, hair pulling, manhandling, primal play if you squint - MDNI!!!!

author's note: sorry I'm like a week late in posting this. I pinky promise to never overestimate how much free time I'll have during a bachelorette party ever again! I hope it doesn't suck because I'm dedicating it to @lenneyswhore and @buttlesbunnie ♡

Another thunder clap echoes through the dark London night as you shuffle back into your flat after a long day at work. You never liked working late, but busy season waits for no one and if you want a promotion, they take hours served into consideration - just like prison.

You hang your umbrella over the open and empty washing machine in the front hall and set your shoes on the entry mat to dry. Despite having to trek a few blocks from the tube in the rain, stormy nights like this are always your favorite, especially on a Friday with no plans.

Before settling into comfy clothes, you turn on the living room lamp to keep the ambiance low, throw last night's leftovers in the microwave to finally eat something, and pour yourself a glass of wine to lighten your load. Your work clothes hit the floor so you can slip into your boyfriend's boxers and t-shirt he “accidentally” left at your house - before your recent fight.

It wasn't anything serious. Alfie had seen a TikTok about how some women are secret freaks who are just scared to admit to their kinks so he had asked you about it… and you were honest. Unfortunately, admitting to being into primal play and consensual non-consent and knife play and wanting to be pinned down and fucked within an inch of your life weren't exactly things he could process in one night. It had been four days, and the only interactions you had were “good morning” and “good night” texts. He said he needed some time, and you anxiously waited for him to talk about it this weekend.

He didn't live too far from you - about a 10 minute tube ride on a good day - so seeing each other around your mutually crazy schedules was still manageable, but sometimes you work too late or he has an early morning and it's just too much work to figure out the logistics. So despite wishing he could be there with you tonight, you give him his space until tomorrow.

You slide your feet into your fuzzy slippers and follow the beep of the microwave back through your apartment with your glass of wine in one hand and your phone in the other. The plush couch and pillows in the living room engulf you as you settle in with leftover risotto, your glass of boxed wine, and mindless reality TV for the night. Alfie asks if you made it home safe from the storm so you send him a selfie snuggled under a blanket with your dinner, wishing he was there. Unfortunately, it's already 11 pm and as much as you want to discuss everything tonight and fall asleep with his arms around you, you can't ask him to come out in this type of weather.

As if on cue, a loud rumble of thunder rattles your windows before a bright bolt of lightning plunges your flat into darkness. Of course your relaxing night is quickly shut down by a power outage. You use your phone flashlight to get to the kitchen, rummaging around in the junk drawer for your lighter. The candle on your kitchen counter doesn't offer much light, but it's good enough for now. Your phone guides your way back into the living room to light your coffee table candle and then one more in your bedroom.

Your slippers softly pad against the wood floors as you put the lighter back and grab your wine again. You let out a long sigh and take a short sip when your phone starts buzzing in your hand.

Unknown Number.

You usually ignore spam calls but figure you've got nothing else to do right now with no electricity to watch TV and no sufficient light to read.

“Hello?” you answer sweetly.

“Hello?” the familiar voice on the other line echoes, deep and ragged.

You pause. “Hi?”

“Who is this?” he asks.

“Who are you trying to reach?” you ask, bringing the glass of wine back to your lips as you sit back on your couch in the candlelight glow.

“That depends. What's your name?”

You smirk to yourself, knowing exactly where this is going and choosing to play along. This has to be a good sign, right?

“Who are you looking for?”

“You, once I know your name.” You bite your lip and tell the “stranger” your name.

“So, do you have a boyfriend?”

“Why? Do you want to ask me out?”

“Maybe. Do you like movies, Reader?”

“Of course,” you respond casually.

“What's your favorite scary movie?” he asks, his voice rough.

You bite your lip again to stop from giggling out loud.

“‘Scream,’” you respond softly.

“‘Scream,’ huh?” he taunts. “Perfect, because that's what you're going to be doing tonight when I rearrange your guts.”

This time, you audibly giggle.

“Is something funny?” he snaps.

You sigh. “It's just so stormy out. How do you think you're going to get to me?”

That's when you hear the click of a lock - not through the phone, but from the end of your entry hall. Your blood freezes as you abruptly end the call and set your wine on the coffee table. You stand slowly and step out of your slippers to creep around your apartment more easily. Should you go following a noise in the middle of the night? Usually, no, but there's only one person other than you who has a key.

“Alfie?” you call softly.

You peek around the corner but don't see anything - the candlelight doesn't reach the end of the hall so you're technically not totally sure if anyone's down there. There were no footsteps, but he could've slipped his shoes off like you did with your slippers. You take the risk and dash into your bedroom, slamming the door shut behind you, but you don't catch a glimpse of anything moving before the door closes. Pressing your ear against the wood, the only thing you hear is your shaky breathing.

As you step back from the door, a familiar hand wraps around your throat and pulls you back into a warm, toned body. Your hands instinctively both latch onto his arm even though you know you won't have to fight back.

A soft gasp escapes your lips as the sharp chill of a dull blade slides along your cheek and down your jaw, stopping to rest against the base of your throat as Alfie's hand slides under your - his - shirt to grab at your breasts. You're able to turn your head just enough to make out the black and white mask in the flickering candlelight, explaining why you hadn't felt his lips on you like normal.

“Please don't kill me, Mr. Ghostface,” you say quietly as you continue to play his game, “I want to be in the sequel.”

With his hands kneading your tits, you take it upon yourself to reach back and wrap your fingers around his clothed dick. But when you press against the rough fabric of his dark jeans, his hand suddenly leaves your breast and instead lands a slap against your cheek. You can't help the moan that slips from your lips. Alfie takes this opportunity to shove two fingers into your open mouth, and uses his newfound leverage to shove you to your knees.

Now that he's standing in front of you, you get a complete look at what he's wearing. The dark and intimidating Ghostface mask, a tight black shirt with the sleeves pushed to his elbows to expose his tattoos, and dark fitted jeans that cling to his delectable thighs. You're already drooling at the thought of those jeans dropping.

It's like Alfie can read it on your face, because with one hand still sitting between your teeth, he undoes his belt and pops open the button, stepping out of his jeans with only his boxers keeping his cock from being enveloped in the sweet heat of your mouth. He takes a step closer and stoops down to your level, shoving his fingers even deeper into your mouth until you're nearly gagging. You look into the dark abyss of the masked eyes as tears unintentionally spring to your own.

He pulls his fingers out at the sight of your watery eyes and briefly breaks character.

“What's your safe word?”

You gasp for breath now that your airways aren't blocked by Alfie.

“Beetlejuice,” you say breathily.

“Just once?”

You can hear the teasing in his voice and nod with a smile.

“And you're okay right now?” he clarifies.

You nod again and try to reach for his cock again, but he grabs your wrist and uses it to throw you onto the floor, thankfully a short fall from your spot on your knees. He kneels over your thighs and grabs both wrists to hold them above your head, pinning you to your bedroom carpet. He's too strong for you to get any leverage, but you're not sure you want any when you feel him grinding his length between your cheeks. You moan loudly as you feel yourself get wetter with each stroke. You'd never used anything other than a finger or two in the back but if he keeps this up, you might let him try it tonight.

In an instant, your boxers are yanked off and the weight and warmth of Alfie leaves your legs and wrists, but only for a second. Just as you start to move, he's back on you, forcefully pushing your chest to the floor and holding it there with one hand while his other hand scoops coconut oil from the jar you keep in your bedside table. You don't have to ask what he’s doing as you feel him smooth the silky substance all over your ass. Is he actually going to try it?

You tense when you feel his cock press against your puckered hole, but he knows it's too soon with nowhere near enough prep. He teases you again by pressing his tip against you, but takes his hand off your back to squeeze your ass cheeks together and grind his cock between them. That's what the oil was for. He uses your body and ruts into your ass, still refusing to enter you and pleasure you both.

Until he does.

With both hands still gripping your cheeks, he slides one a little lower and teases the outside of your asshole with his thumb. You whine softly and try to lift your hips to meet him.

“You want me in here soon?” he practically growls. “I like the sound of that, girl. But we'll keep it simple for now.”

With that, he pushes his thumb just a little bit harder and with the help of all the coconut oil, he's able to slide right in and eases further until he's knuckle deep. You let out a loud moan at the intrusion and feel your legs start to shake. He switches from rutting up into your ass to sliding down against the warm, wet heat of your pussy. Another quieter moan leaves your lips as his cock slides against you, grazing your clit before teasing you again. The pressure of his finger inside of you combined with the rushed pumping of his cock along your slick folds pushes you to the brink and you cum for the first time of the night.

Your legs shake even harder than before, and you're confident you'll get a noise complaint by morning with how your moans of pleasure echo through your flat. Alfie lets you ride it out and slowly eases his finger out of your ass, but continues rubbing his cock against you until your shoulders relax.

You realize too late that you let yourself get too comfortable when Alfie stands and grips your hair to pull you to your feet. He tosses you onto the bed upside down and sideways, then grabs under your shoulders to pull you to the edge of the mattress.

Once your head is dangling off the side of the bed, Alfie takes his shirt off - careful to leave the Ghostface mask undisturbed - and stands over you. Without a word, he presses his cock to your lips and you immediately open for him. Just like with his fingers earlier, you nearly choke on him as he slides into your eager mouth. You can feel his thick length stretching your throat, his hand resting against the column of your neck to feel how your body accommodates his size. He takes slow but deep thrusts into your mouth, allowing you to take short breaths after forcing his way into your throat. It's bringing more tears to your eyes and making it hard to not cough around him, but the mess he's making of your face is half the fun.

You can feel your mascara smudging around your eyes and excess saliva pooling at the corners of your mouth before covering your cheeks every time Alfie pulls out. And when he pushes all the way in and stretches your throat, it's so hard for you to not try swallowing him down.

So you do it.

When he opens your throat next, you tilt your head a bit and swallow, constricting tightly around his thick length. He groans loudly above you and holds still, keeping his hand over the bulge in your neck. When your throat relaxes, you quickly swallow again to keep him there, not worrying about your rapidly depleting oxygen.

“Oh fuck, girl,” he groans. “Yeah, just like that - fuck - you're so good to me.”

Your eyes water more with your lungs’ desperate attempt to breathe, and you're thankful Alfie pulls out completely and lets you catch your breath for a minute. He lifts your head gently, pressing a kiss to your forehead and holding you up so you don't get a headache. Even in the middle of a good rough fuck, he keeps your comfort at the forefront of his mind.

But once you have your breathing under control, he lets your head drop back down and he's at it again, this time keeping his movements shallow, though you can't tell if it's to make sure you can breathe this time or to edge himself so he doesn't cum too quickly. His cock is barely making it a couple inches into your mouth, let alone reaching your throat. It's fine, but it's not the kind of rough and tumble you've been hoping for since you saw the mask.

You reach up and pull his thighs toward you, bringing his cock back into your throat and inadvertently coughing at the expected intrusion. He holds himself there almost as a punishment for trying to take control, but quickly takes on the same steady pace as before, once again gripping your neck to feel the way he stretches you out.

When he finally pulls away, he gently lifts your head and checks to make sure you're okay. With tears and saliva covering your face and an unfortunate runny nose, he's reasonably concerned. But when all you do is reach toward the tissue box, he realizes a quick 30-second refresh is all you need.

You wipe off your face and blow your nose and try to sort out your hair a bit, all under Alfie's watchful eye.

“You can be rougher,” you say, voice a bit ragged from the throat fucking you just endured. “I'll warn you if I'm going to break.”

He stands at the side of the bed, silently watching you and processing your words. Then he grabs the knife off the bedside table and climbs over you. Even without the dark clothes on, he looks so intimidating. His muscles flex as he holds himself up on his elbows, and you can't stop yourself from leaning over and biting his bicep. He hisses quietly behind the mask but doesn't slap you or chastise you. Instead, he shifts his weight and rests the tip of the blade on your temple, forcing you to stay still with your teeth still scraping the skin of his arm.

He flicks a strand of hair back and then trails the blade over your cheek, down your throat, around each breast, and circles your navel. The lower he gets, the more of a thrill you feel. You're able to pull away from his arm, but you don't dare move any other part of your body.

He taps the knife against your lower tummy, right over your uterus. Then he looks up, mask still on, and says, “I'm going to put this to work someday. Maybe we'll start today.”

You hadn't discussed kids extensively yet, nothing beyond knowing you both wanted kids. And even though you were only a year into dating, the idea of waking up carrying Alfie's baby sent a thrill down your spine.

Your heart is racing at the unexpected - but not unwelcome - breeding kink, but nearly stops when he slides off the bed and stabs the knife into the corner of your mattress, the entire blade sinking deep into the cushion.

“Alfie!” you shout. “What the fuck? That's my bed!”

He leans forward to get closer to you and says, “I'll buy you a better one tomorrow - relax.” Then he grabs you by the ankles and yanks you down the mattress.

He makes himself comfortable in your cozy reading chair at the end of your bed and starts stroking his cock while watching you, waiting. But your mind can't connect the dots and comprehend what he's asking. He can't possibly mean -

“Ride it.”

You look down at the knife handle between your legs. It's not as big as Alfie - maybe 4 or 5 inches long and much thinner. You could easily handle it, no pun intended, but -

“The knife?!” you exclaim.

“It's just the handle,” he calmly clarifies. “You'll be fine.”

You glare at him as you contemplate whether to listen or not. The brat in you wants to disobey and snap back, but the sub side wants to give in and see what he offers as a reward. Your curiosity for pleasure wins out. You settle your knees on either side and lower your body, jolting a bit at the cold temperature of the plastic handle. It's nowhere near your preferred size, especially since you've gotten so used to Alfie by now, but you bounce your hips anyway. It does feel good, finally having something to fill you up. But you know how much better it would feel if this were Alfie's cock and the thought makes you whimper as you keep shifting your hips.

“What are you thinking about?” he asks, his grip on his length tightening as he watches you get off on the knife.

“You,” you whine. “I'm thinking of how good you feel and how this isn't enough.”

He groans and drops his head forward for a second before standing and walking back to you.

His movements feel aggressive - not quite violent, but like a man who knows exactly what he needs and exactly how to get it. He grips your waist and hoists you off the handle of the blade before tossing you toward the top of the bed as if you weigh nothing. As he makes his way up the mattress to meet you, he pulls the knife out and carries it up with him. You watch with wide eyes as he practically crawls to you, prowling like a predator hunting its prey - except he already has you in his clutches.

You lie back as he looms over you, his broad shoulders and thick biceps caging you in. The mask just adds to how naturally intimidating he is with a body like that. He gently presses the tip of the blade to your lip as he speaks.

“On all fours. Now.”

You meet his eyes through the mask and flick your tongue out against the blade before listening and flipping around to your elbows and knees, your back arched and your soaking wet cunt on full display for him. You feel the flat edge of the blade slide over the curve of your ass and a shiver runs down your spine.

Alfie teases you by barely breaching your pussy with the head of his cock, knowing you can't fight back. Not with the knife still resting against your skin.

“Please,” you whimper quietly.

He continues sliding in no more than the tip, leaving you clenching around nothing and begging to be filled. He uses the blade to flick your hair off your back and over your shoulder so he can press down on your upper back and keep you exactly where he wants you.

“It's actually unbelievably sexy how much you trust me right now,” Alfie says earnestly.

You just whine in response.

And that's not good enough for him.

He finally gives you what you want and pushes in until his hips meet your cheeks, savoring your warm heat. Without warning, he uses one hand to grip the back of your neck and pull your back to his chest, bringing the blade up to rest at the base of your throat.

Goosebumps cover your skin as his hand slides over the side of your neck to grip your jaw. Your nails dig into his forearm, desperate for something to hold onto.

Your heart is pounding.

You should be scared.

Alfie could easily overpower you in any situation, but the knife at your neck and his tight grip on your jaw just make your pussy clench around him. He gives an experimental thrust, tightening his hold on you when you moan at the small relief.

“You really like this, don't you?” he says, surprised. “You like not having any power?” He thrusts again. “Like letting me throw you around, have my way with you?”

He tosses the knife onto the floor and uses his now-free hand to grip your waist and hold you still while he sets a rhythm. His hips smack against your ass with every move, pushing you closer to the edge each time. You're moaning and whimpering in his hold, and he has your claw marks on his arm to prove it.

He may be marking his territory with you, but you're doing it right back.

Behind you, your only warning is a quiet “fuck it” before Alfie pulls out and flips you onto your back, manhandling you easily. He rips off the Ghostface mask and sends it flying across the room before his lips crash against yours, frantic and messy and perfect. His kiss is all-consuming, and you feel yourself fall further and further into mindlessness with every touch. Now it's just you and him. No masks, no props, no extras.

He blindly aligns himself with your core and pushes in again, dropping to his forearms and nuzzling his face in your neck. At this angle, every stroke rubs against your clit, and the sloppy kisses and lazy hickeys he's leaving on your neck just send more of a thrill through your body.

“Harder,” you manage to mutter.

And he delivers, snapping his hips to yours just as fast as before, but now hard enough to leave delightfully achy bruises. Your combined moans fill your dark apartment, accompanied only by the slap of skin meeting skin as he fucks you mercilessly.

You know you'll be sore by morning, but the delicious stretch of him inside you and absolute beating he's giving you already make it worth it.

“Fuck, I'm not gonna last much longer,” he rasps into your ear. “Y'feel too good.”

You whine at his words and can feel yourself getting closer too. But then Alfie shifts again and you feel like you're about to explode. He pulls both of your thighs onto his chest and practically folds you in half.

“Fuck,” you whine, “you're so - deep.”

He groans in response and continues his brutal pace, now hitting that spot inside of you that has you seeing stars. You swear your vision gets darker and darker the more he moves, and the look in his eyes is enough to send you reeling. You dig your nails into his biceps as the wave of euphoria you've been chasing all night finally washes over you.

“Alfie - yes - more,” you beg.

Alfie's eyes never leave your face as he watches you come undone. Your pussy pulses around his cock, squeezing him just right. He picks up his pace and would swear he hits even deeper as he chases his own high. You're still shaking and jolting as more shocks of pleasure wrack your body. He fucks you through it all and then some, only stiffening moments later as he empties inside of you.

You feel his cock pulsing in your sensitive cunt, and you involuntarily whine at the feeling.

“Oh hush, girl, you can take it,” Alfie groans.

His hips stutter to a stop until he's fully spent, sweat lining his forehead until he's done pumping you full of his cum. He only takes a second to breathe before he's pulling your thighs off his chest and letting them fall to the bed. He leans down to give you another messy kiss before slowly pulling out and watching his cum drip out of you. You can feel it leaking onto the sheets, but he doesn't care. You watch with half open eyes as he reluctantly stands and goes into the en suite bathroom.

You're exhausted. Work already wore out your mind, then Alfie showed up and wore out your body. You can barely keep your eyes open when he steps back into the room and cleans you up with a warm washcloth. He gently uses one between your legs, and switches to another to wipe the makeup off your face and soothe the marks he left everywhere.

“Jesus,” he mutters to himself. “You might have to wear long sleeves and pants for a couple weeks - for my sake.” Your eyes flutter open a little bit more. “Looks like I oughtta be in prison.”

You smile up at him and sleepily set a hand on his cheek to bring him in for a kiss.

“Thank you for tonight,” you say quietly. “I'm glad I didn't scare you away.”

He huffs out a laugh as he climbs into bed beside you, pulling you into his chest and stroking your back as you lie together.

“I was nervous about this, honestly. Wasn't sure how you'd react. But then you played along with the phone call.” He pauses for a beat before continuing. “I actually had a lot of fun.”

You shift your gaze up to him and meet his eyes. “Did you not expect to?”

He shrugs. “Not really. Just thought I'd give it a try for you.”

You smile again and nuzzle into his chest. “Well thank you for taking that risk for me.”

He laughs out loud. “Thank you for trusting me to hold a knife to your throat.”

You giggle quietly and hum in response. You're so tired and trying to stay awake is not going well. Alfie continues stroking your back as you drift off to sleep thinking of more boundary-pushing, depraved kinks for you and Alfie to indulge in.

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