Halloween Hunt
Paring: Ghostface!rafe x jester!reader
Summary: When meeting ghost face at a halloween party takes a turn or when meeting ghost face has a happy ending
Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected sex
A/N: Finally getting this out. Sorry for the long wait
Wc: 4.3K
masterlist
Boring
Cute
What was he thinking?
Another year, another Halloween. The only difference is…nothing. Well it is your first Halloween in Outerbanks but it seems the same. Girls dressed up in costumes that make them look amazing. While the boys…they dress up. It’s like really come on, a sheet over yourself with a plastic crown doesn’t make you a Roman. All it does is tell girls that you have no ability to take things seriously. Which in the end just tells people all they need to know about you.
“Are you really going to stay here this whole time?”
Your cousin Kiara comes up next to you and hands you a solo cup. Not caring what's inside, you gulp down the whole thing. “Not like I really know anyone here besides you and the pogues.” Looking around the beach house you see endless bodies. Seriously, how big is this house? Being sent to live here has been a crazy adjustment but at least kie’s house is a normal size. This is like a mansion.
“I’m sure John B and Sarah will reappear soon. Same with pope and Cleo.” Her eyes dim while looking up at the textured ceiling. Pop corn ceilings? That’s an interesting choice but who are you to judge? “Jayj will be here soon.” You nudge her shoulder a bit trying to cheer her mood. She scoffs and looks at you. “Yeah I’m sure that ‘I’m not going to that fucking kook party’ means he’ll show up.” Giving her a sheepish smile you look back down at your empty cup and notice that hers is too.
“Want a refill?” You point to her cup just in case she can’t hear you over the music. She nods her head and hands it over just as her phone starts to ring. Noting the eyeroll and the face plastered on her you know it’s JJ. Without hesitating you let her deal with her clingy boyfriend. You swear the easiest solution is just for him to come to the party but no he doesn’t want to step foot on figure 8. Kie told you that there has been a sort of truce not set but JJ is convinced it’s all a plan. For what who knows. All you know is there’s some trap that will cause everyone to hate the pogues again. Only this time he thinks it’ll stick. So long story short he is definitely not coming.
The kitchen is kind of packed but you managed to make your way through. You worked fast to pour some drinks and carefully walked back over to where you left Kie. Except, when you get there she’s nowhere to be seen. On the contrary, in her place now stands a six foot giant covered all in black. Your eyes scan him from head to toe and stop when you get to his face. For a second you swear you actually stopped breathing.
Fuck he’s ghost face.
Well shit. This whole time you kept judging these poor guys when all you had to do was patiently wait. Sure most guys here look barely presentable but at least you now have eye candy. The off white mask tilts to the side as the black holes for eyes stare at you. From the corner of your eye you see him lift up an arm. Looking at his hand you see a realistic looking fake knife. Well at least you hope it's fake.
With the knife he beckons you forward and you actually follow. Wow you really are one of those girls from the horror movies. The short time it took you to get to him, you went over all the ways this could be bad. The knife moves from side to side in some sort of greeting. “Hello Jester.” The voice modulator sounds exactly like the movies. Man, that's a good costume. Looking down at your outfit you see that the two of you practically match. The white and black corset and miniskit give the illusion of a jester.The fluffy collar, clown makeup, and hat seal the deal.
“Hi Ghosty.” There’s a chuckle that comes begins the mask. Twirling the knife he looks you up and down. “You know I can’t say I've ever meet a Jester before but I’m liking it. Can I get a show?” Someone pushes past him causing him to take a step closer. The knife in his hand catches one of the black buttons on your white corset. “Shit sorry.” You giggle as you help him unravel your button that somehow is still caught.
“It’s all good. I’m sure it’s hard for you not to stab someone.” You go to gesture to his knife only for someone to walk right into your hand. “Shit.” The fruit cocktail you made splashes over the masked man. He lets out a chuckle and takes the mostly empty cup from your hand to put it down on the banistor. “Not how I imagined you getting me wet tonight but it’s all good.” You blush hard at the comment. Even in the darkly light room the red tint to your cheeks is still noticeable.
Ghostface reaches a hand back out and moves you so your back is to the banistor. The black fabric draping over him blocks out most of your view. From the sides of him colored lights start to flicker as the music picks up. You can see some people dancing but that’s really it. “You here with anyone?” His head dips to your hand that now only holds one cup. Nodding, you explain that you recently moved here and your cousin took you out. It was easy to talk to him, it was like you knew each other.
At some point the masked man got so close that you are pressing up against the textured banistor. Both of you are chest to chest practically hiding from everyone else. Somehow you both manage to get more drinks and it only causes him to be flirty. It really didn’t help that he seems to be handsy. All you can think about is him holding you down while fucking you. Shit with how you are feeling right now he can even keep the mask on. “What made you want to be a jester?” The question snaps you out of your thoughts and back to him.
“Oh um my family practically asks like everything I say is a joke. So since I’m their entertainment, I thought I’d be it for everyone else.” Crap, maybe you shouldn’t drink more. “Yeah I get that. That’s how my family is.” He takes a sip from his beer with ease. From the looks of it there has to be a slit where the mouth is so he can drink. That or he’s just soaking the fabric and sucking the beer out of it. The thought made you giggle and it caught his attention. You shake your head from side to side and snap out of that thought. “What made you dress like ghostface?”
Taking a sip from your cup you watch him. God you wish you could see his face right now. He’s probably handsome. What if you know him? No it doesn’t seem like he recognizes you and you don’t know many people. “I like the movies. I can see why someone can build up all of that hate to become ghostface.” You nod along but a pair of fairy wings and fluffy green dress catches your attention. Now is not a good time for your fairy weed mother. Kie stands slightly behind the mystery guy staring at the two of you. Her fluffy green dress makes her look like a nugget of weed. Honestly it was a great idea for a costume. Some girls walk up to her and she gives out the free joints she's handing out.
Turning back to him you try to wave her off but she won’t get the hint. “I Like the movies too. Honestly one of my favorite franchises.” You send Kie a glare and she gets the point. Mystery guy turns to follow your gaze and chuckles a bit. “You like the scream movies?” The tone of his voice sounds amused. Like you shouldn’t be into horror movies at all. “Yeah horror and thrillers are my favorite.” He takes a moment to take you in and nods to himself. “So you like the costume then?” Even though you can’t see him you’re sure he’s wearing a smirk. “Of course I do. What girl wouldn’t like a masked man?”
He takes a step closer and pinches at the tulle of your skirt. “So that’s why you like the movies.” You shrug and take another sip, finishing off your drink. “Amongst other things. Overall, I think the movies are good. Also tell you a lot about people.” He hums, his hand slowly crawling up to the corset you are wearing. “I have a feeling it’s not really the message behind it you watch it for.” Shrugging you start mindlessly playing with the extra fabric of his costume. “I think a lot of girls find all of it hot in some way. That’s the whole reason dark romance exists.”
“What do you mean?” Rafe stares down at you through the mask, basking in the way you look so fucked without being touched. All those drinks really must be doing a number on you. Taking a step closer you look around before lowering your voice. “You know the whole being chased thing. Having a masked man find you, it's all thrilling. Why do you think a lot of people are into ghostface?” It’s like the air from his lungs were violently ripped out. The prettiest girl he’s ever seen is practically telling him she wants to be chased. Fuck this is a dream. It has to be, there’s no way he’s gotten this lucky.
Your eyes widen in horror when he doesn’t reply. Great you really had to fuck this up. “Oh my god. I shouldn’t have said that.” Your hand shoots out to cover your mouth but you end up spilling your drink. Rafe chuckles and grabs the cup from your hand to dry you. “It’s all good. Bet you’d look good being chased around until you're caught.” His left hand lifts up to play with the silver necklace you are wearing. The tip of the dagger charms digs into your skin and you swear your panties get a little bit wet. “Bet you like that shit.” He can feel each breath you take. Lightly you nod your head, afraid of what else you will say. Then suddenly you muster up all your confidence and take a leap. “But not as much as I bet you’d like chasing me.” The hand around your necklace falters for a moment.
Taking the chance you stand taller, using the balls of your feet to really elongate yourself. The movement causes him to wrap his hand around your neck. Your eyes flutter close before looking into the black pits you assume his eyes should be in. “Really hope you can catch me before your offer runs out.” His head cocks to the left, staring down at you like it will help clarify your words. Now it’s your turn to smile. “See you ghosty.” You place a kiss on the cheek of his mask and disconnect yourself from him. You don’t really care if you bump into someone from walking backwards. Seeing a somewhat stunned six foot ghost face is the award of the night. Nothing is going to beat it unless he actually finds you.
Turning around you head back over to the kitchen to get a drink. Just as you enter, you cast one more glance back to see him still looking at you. Then two girls cut you off and when you look back he’s gone. Scanning the room you can’t see him anywhere. You stand there a few moments hoping he’ll just magically appear next to you. But he doesn’t. The kitchen isn’t packed which is great. Allowing you to quickly grab your drink and leave. It didn’t take long to eventually find Kie and the rest of the group. Like you expected JJ did not show up.
The rest of the night was spent comforting a sad Kie and then babysitting her when she got too drunk. It also didn’t help that at every corner you turned there would be another drink table. The constant flow of drinks really didn’t help her condition. Eventually you, Sarah, and Cleo were able to convince her to go home. The uber ride back to her house and awkward greeting to her parents was not fun. “We expected you to watch her when you got here, not enable her.” You thought your parents were bad but dealing with your aunt is a lot. She made sure to tell you how disappointed she was as you waited for your uber to get there.
Thank god you have your own place.
The only thing you are really grateful your parents did for you was give you the beach house. It’s not technically on the beach but close enough. By the time you finally got home it was already past midnight. The driver pulled up to your driveway and stopped the car. “Well this is you.” The older gentleman turns to look at you. He wasn’t subtle with his once over and you scoff. “Thanks.” You go to open the car door but it’s still locked. “You live here all by yourself?” You find the button to unlock the door and click it. “No my boyfriends inside. It was girls' night so he stayed home.”
You quickly get out and find your keys before you get to your door. Once you're inside you lock the front door and check to make sure the other doors are closed. “Fucking creep” You make your way upstairs, taking things off before completely stripping in your room. The cold floor nips at your feet as you head to your bathroom to shower. Your mind floats back to the party and the masked man you definitely didn’t try to find you. Which is totally fine, not like you wanted that anyway. The frustration builds the longer you think about it.
You really thought the two of you were hitting it off. Maybe you came on too strong? No, nope screw that it’s all good. Who cares? This isn’t about him, it's about you being pent up. All you have to do is use your vibrator and you’ll be fine. You dry yourself off and put on some clothes and head straight to your dresser. Thud. You pause in the middle of your room which is the worst thing to do. You are right in front of your open bedroom door. There’s another thud and you debate on what to do.
Heading to your bed, you grab the bat that’s under it and head down stairs. Looking around you don’t notice anything strange. The doors are all still locked and there’s no one there. Another thud comes from outside. Heading to the front door, you peek out the side window. All you can see is your car in the driveway and your neighbors houses. Taking a deep breath you open the door and take a step outside. You turn your head from left to right and scan the whole area. Walking down further you head to your car to make sure it’s okay.
Okay so everything was fine. Acorns must have fallen or something.Turning around you take a few steps towards your door and then stop. A flood of panic rushes through you when you notice something out of the corner of your eye. Right where your neighbor's driveway meets the sidewalk and your yard stands a black figure. Against your better judgement you glance at them to see…ghostface?
Dressed in the same costume, the masked man from earlier stands there staring at you. Swallowing down the lump in your throat you say something. “Hi Ghosty.” He doesn’t say anything back or move. You step closer to your door and he takes one closer to you. The pounding in your heart picks up. “Looks like you found me.” He chuckles and you note that he has the voice modulator on. “Yeah but I haven’t caught you yet.” He gives you a moment to do something. Anything to say get the fuck away from me but he doesn’t find it. Then he’s running at you.
Your senses finally kick in and run straight to your door. The grass crunches underneath your feet before you make it onto your steps. He’s close behind. The grass is still crunching so at least you got a good head start. Your shoulder rams into your door frame but you fight through the pain. Grabbing the door you close it as you get in but you hear it slam into something. Turning your head around you see a hand wrapped around the door before he emerges from outside.
A tsk and dark chuckle come from him as he closes the door to stand in front of it. Without turning, he locks the door and takes a step closer. “No where to really run now.” Each step you take backwards is met with two of his steps. This really can’t be happening right? The two of you stand in the middle of your living room not moving. In hindsight an unknown man being in your house is scary. But you’re going to blame the alcohol for this probably poor decision.
Not wasting another second you race down the hall and up the stairs. Heavy footsteps follow you casually letting you get to the top. Once your foot hits the second floor all bets are off. He’s running after you at full speed, taking the steps two at a time. You lead him down the left hall and go to slam the door again. But you couldn’t get halfway through the door before he was on top of you. The both of you crashed to the floor. You scramble to get out from underneath him but he drags you back to him.
His head peaks up to see your bedroom. Your costume sits in the corner along with your panties. When he looks back down at you that's when he notices you are only wearing a long t-shirt. Not only that but the shirt is now sitting on your stomach exposing your lower half. A deep groan comes from him. The room is silent as he struggles with his next moves. His left hand runs from your cheek to the base of your neck. The mask tracks the movement putting him in some type of trance. “Ghosty?”
Your words are breathy and you squirm under his hold. “You going to keep running from me?” He grinds into your right thigh, pressing his bulge into your skin. A quiet moan slips from your lips and you squirm again. “And if I do?” There isn’t much light coming into your room, the only source is the bathroom light. But it was enough to illuminate how wet you are for him. Without saying anything he leans back and goes to stand up. He grabs your ankles and drags you closer to your bed.
You let out a squeal because you weren’t expecting it. Then in a flash he picks you up and throws you on the bed. Your fluffy grey blanket cushions your fall. The tall dark figure that is your mystery man stands at the bottom staring at you. His right hand covers his crotch. Giving his dick a squeeze to hold him off. His left hand is around one of your ankles again, dragging you back to him. “Oh baby it doesn’t matter if you keep running the outcome will be the same.” He parts your thighs and takes a step in between them.
Slowly his hands trail along your thighs causing your chest to rise and fall as your breathing increases. When he gets to the hem of your sleep shirt he pauses. “I’m still going to fuck you until you can’t walk. Ain't that right baby?” Fuck. Continuing, he lifts the shirt up to expose your breast. You stay still and let him soak you in. A small part of you says to fight back but then he’s touching you. Once he’s tugging at your nipple all bets are lost. He can do anything to you and you’ll probably say thank you.
“I need an answer.”
Your eyes flicker up to the mask and you nod. “Yes.” His head cocks to the side still staring down at you but not saying anything. “Yes you can fuck me…please.” The fabric of the gloves scratches your skin as his hand crawls back down your body. His thumb circles your clit, applying more pressure each time you squirm. He removes his thumb and rips the glove off his hand. Slowly he teases you with his now exposed fingers. They gather your slickness and spread it around your pussy. His fingers leave a sticky trail to the middle of your right thigh, letting your skin glisten in the low light.
You involuntary clench around nothing when he positions himself between your thighs. “Jesus look at you just ready to take me in.” His middle and ring finger tease your entrance before diving right in. You moan loudly as his fingers curve and find your g-spot on the first try. “This what you wanted me to do to you? What you were thinking of at that party.” His fingers pump into you slowly, dragging out another moan from you. Your thighs go to clench around him but he holds them down.
A squelching sound fills the room as juices spill out of you. Even though you can’t see it you know you are making a mess. The sheets underneath you are rubbing against your skin and they are wet. “Shit if I knew you were this pent up I would have just taken you at the party.” His thumb meets your clit again to assist his fingers that are in you. The combination hs your head reiling–back arching off the bed at the force of your orgasim. You didn’t even know that your orgasim was creeping up.
Looking down at him you see him slip his fingers under the mask to taste you. A deep moan comes from behind it and you sit up. Pulling the black fabric up, you rip it off of him and still somehow miss the mask. You go to take it off but the masked man tasks at you. He grabs your hips and flips you over so your face is shoved into the sheets. “Really want to ruin the fun before I’m even inside of you?” You shake your head no and let out a weak sob of ‘no, please.’ The presence of him behind you looms closer.
The tip of his dick taps against your ass cheek and you open your legs a bit wider. “That’s a good girl.” You push against him as he ruts himself against your pussy. “Look at you getting me all wet. Bet I could slide right in.” Which is exactly what he does. The stretch of him slowly pushing in is almost agonizing. He’s fucking huge. He doesn’t waste time and starts to pound into you. The bedframe starts to rock into the wall slowly chipping the paint off of it. He hits your g-spot perfectly causing the fire in your veins to ignite again.
The pads of his fingertips are rough as he drags his hand up your spine. He takes a hold of the base of your neck–holding you down as he fucks you hareder. There’s a sharp sound that fills the room as a moan wrecks it’s way out of you. Your left ass cheek stings and is now turning a nice shade of pink. As if he wasn’t satisfied with the results he strikes again. In one swift motion he rotates his wrist by your neck to collect all of your hair.
Using your hair, he drags you up so your back is pressed against his chest. His other hand wraps around your throat as he nuzzles into the side of your face. The rubber mask rubs against your skin adding in a different sensation. “I’m going to cum so fucking deep inside you that you’ll be leaking for days.” He keeps delivering brutal thrusts making you shake. “I want you to remember me because I’m coming back for you.”
With a brutal force he shoves you back down–smoothering your face in the sheets. Your walls constrict around him, holding him like a vice. You try to catch your breath but its hard. “Gonna sneak through your window next and fuck you.” Everything goes silent. You can still feel him on you but it’s like everything stopped. Your whole body shakes and you let out a muffled scream. His body draps over you, squeezing you tight to him as he ruts into you. His voice is muffled, silenced by the ringing in your ear. “Fuck you’d like that shit? Squeezed me so hard when you comed.”
You didn’t even realize that he already finished and moved the two of you to be laying down. Looking over at him you also notice that he took the mask off and fuck you are so glad he did. “Hey beautiful.” You smile at the small compliment and snuggle a bit closer to him. “Hi handsome.” He chuckles and moves some hair from your face. “I’m Rafe. Normally I tell a girl that before fucking her but hey I can’t complain.” You giggle and tell him your name. The two of you lay there for a moment not saying anything. “So when can I take you up on that sneaking through window experience.” The fingers that were caressing your skin stop. Take a peak at him you see that Rafe is staring down at you.
“Oh baby I’m not even finished with you yet. Don’t get greedy.”
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