He's trembling, eyes rolled into the back of his head while his abs clench. The knife, the one that cut through his clothes moments ago, rests on his thigh. Your hand strokes him with lazy precision, watching his body react like it's yours to command.
"Mmmhm... look at you," You murmur, voice syrupy and cruel. "So eager. So easy." You tilt your head, mask gleaming. ".....you're adorable for someone so stupid."
A soft laugh escapes you.
"Leaving your door unlocked? With me out here?"
He doesn't answer.
You fist his hair and yank, hard enough to make him gasp.
"Pathetic," You whisper, almost fond. "You like this don't you?"
His hips twitch, chasing your hand. But you stop. Let the silence stretch.
"N-no—please, I need—"
You lean in, breath warm against his ear. "You need what, baby?" You coo, "Need me to make you cum like the needy little slut you are?" He squirms in your grip, making you smirk under your mask.
"I-ive been a goodboy— c'mon—"
"You think you've been a good boy?" He whines at your tone, "P-please...mommy..."
He almost wails as you start stroking him again, "You know what you remind me of?" He can't answer, too busy choking on moans. "A puppy."
Your free hand traces his jaw, then tighten. "Expect you're not cute, are you? You're flithy. Stupid. A nasty little thing. Is that what you are? My pathetic little mutt?"
He twitches in your hand, even as he tries desperately to defend himself you can see his mind go blank—that tension in his stomach finally snapping.
His warm, sticky cum shoots all over your hand. Some of it even landing on your robe. He pants, eyes fluttering shut as he comes down from his high.
You hum, running your hand through his matted hair.
CW: NSFW MATURE 21+ SHORT SMUT FIC. Porn with kinda a plot, menstrual period smut, smut filming, voice/mask kink, possessive/yandere esque behavior that is brief/implied, Ghostface roleplay/foreplay.
DON'T REPOST, PLAGARIZE, STEAL, COPY, EDIT, TRANSLATE AND OR USE FOR AI. Rather reblog comment like and follow pls n thnx.
He never gushed so deeply, so needily, than when you ride him. Your breasts sticking out from the front of the familiar robed costume after he cut the chest area open carefully with the hunting knife.
"My beautiful slasher~"
Watching you bouncing on his girthiness with such carnal crave, your boobs wiggling right in his face to make him gorge on them like the drooling feral beast he is for you and your supple sweet self. Even with that mask on, he could picture the blissful beautiful face of yours perfectly as he impaled you greedily.
"Only you ... all for you~"
Staining the couch. His pants. A lot. And that built-in voice changer in the mask made your voice evoke a side to him that had him desire you even more. Your lecherous symphony in that iconic voice of the character you were portraying had him buckling into your arching self, hitting your G-spot with double the force.
"J – Jin! Yes, Jin, right there~!"
"Shit! Y/n~ S — So tight!"
Putting that Ghostface mask on himself, his bare sweaty self clung to you as he carried you to bed, still deep in you. His front pressed against your bare back, lifting your leg up from under your knee, striking you deep in your cunt for the third time tonight.
His shadows held his phone to record the entire time. Your own phone being used to take snapshots of various positions he makes you both take. Blood and cum lather his thick veiny dick as he pumps into you, rubbing away your cramps with his schlong right up against your gummy walls. Looking back at him, seeing him in your favorite mask, made you mewl and buck into him more.
"No other woman can invoke such twisted pleasures from me like you can, love."
Whether it's the voice changer or his own vocal cords filling your flushed ears, his crotch rubs up against your ass crack as his skin smacks yours, a ring of cream and crimson encircle the end of his staff as he gets sucked in by your tight fluttering folds.
"I can't let you go. You're too good to let go of~!"
He pushes you on your stomach, grabbing your small hands in his enormous ones to pin them before your face as his cock thrusts deeper, faster and harder into you, making sure the phones catch the sight of your asscheeks rippling from his slapping pelvis.
"No other man will live if they so much as even look at you the way I do. I'll strangle the bastards with their own guts!"
His deep, rumbling growl hits your ear as he practically laid on your backside, causing blood and cum to gush out harder, staining your bedsheets. Just as they stained the couch earlier. And his pants. And your inner thighs.
"Oh fuck yes~! Yes beloved~! So much — Too much~!"
The bed's creaking, the headboard slamming, the cacophony of obscenely filthy sounds coming out of you two. Skin smacking and the squelching of his thickness stroking your gushing cunt as he drapes a leg of yours over his shoulder to strike in you at a new angle, his gaze get darker seeing the bulge that is his dick in your abdomen.
"Scream for me, angel. I know you want to~"
His very desire became yours to fulfill as he mating pressed you, hitting you to the core. Your very screams of burning, blinding, bliss make him milk you for all that you're worth. All over his heaving flexing chest. Your toes curled. You mewl into his lips as he tongues you deep and long. Your very being turns to mush.
"We're insane." You giggle against his lips.
"Perfectly so." His coy smirk blends into yours.
Your drained attempts to tug that mask off left him to aid you, layering his hands over yours, revealing his flushed disheveled self, the mask falling to the floor as his crinkled eyed self cradles your face to smooch you like the lovesick man he is for you.
"Jinwoo," you cuddle into his pecs, kissing him all over there, as he purrs in your head, brushing through your messy hair, breathing in your own scent.
"Radiant. Precious. Devilish~" He lists off between pecks to your crown, forehead, eyelids, the bridge of your nose.
He stays in you, rubbing your back when he hissed as you do the same to his own; the scratches your nails left on that sculpted back of his stinging. His scarred hand outstretched to get your phones back from his shadows to look over what they captured.
Your menstrual blood staining each other pale in comparison to the blood shed brought about by you both. To all those unfortunate enough to get in the way of ruining the little home movie that is your love story.
Your shared naughty expressions, those erotic exposing positions, both of you taking turns to don the mask, and let's not forget the titillating sounds you two have made —
"It's perfect." You hum as you both relish in the coverage.
He deeply chuckles as he keeps an arm around you, cuddling with you against the set up pillows, kissing you in equal satisfaction. "It's a scream, baby."
She was not on your target list. Not even close. But she had caught your eye in freshman year and you said, 'why not?' It wouldn't hurt you to torment the nerdy photographer geek from fourth period.
Your partner in crime (literally) would always roll her eyes and tell you to be safe. Something about being responsible or some shit. But what the fuck were you supposed to do? Not want to experience the panic in her voice when you call her? Not want to chase her down as she's desperate for an exit? You could only just imagine how that would be like. The thrill of making her heart beat out of her chest.
You were going to achieve that. One way or another.
The night of your first murder.
Before actually messing with your desired targets, you and your partner reached an agreement. That you would call Williams and give her a little scare. To warm up. The thought made you giggle.
As your eyes skimmed through yet another Playboy magazine, you murmured into the phone.
"Who's this?"
The person on the other side hummed hesitantly at first. You looked at her. Her auburn hair is even more shiny by the TV lights. You wondered how she would look like in a film. You could make a film with her. If things went your way.
"I think you have the wrong number."
"I'm sure it's the right one. The girl said this was her house line."
Ellie went quiet on the other side. A random girl who she didn't recognize, talking about meeting with some other girl. How many lesbians could there possibly be in this shit town?
She leaned into the telephone, brows knitted.
"What's that girl's name again?"
You sighed pitifully, lip jutted as you tapped on a model's stomach.
"Doesn't matter now. Can't believe she just bailed on me."
"Sorry about that. I guess. Girls around here are bitchy, huh?"
"You got that right."
This eye candy you were eyeing looked just like Ellie. How the hell did she even get accepted into the agency you didn't know. Maybe to appease the nastier preferences of men. Who knows.
One day, you'll have the real Ellie. Ellie who wouldn't even dare think of wearing lingerie like this. The Ellie that–
"What's that sound?" You murmured through a grin.
The girl was busy around the kitchen, "Making popcorn."
"Really? I only eat popcorn at the movies. Have you ever tried them with M&M's? They're sweeter like that."
"I bet. But that's a sugar rush my body is not prepared for."
You giggled to yourself, closing the magazine on your lap.
"You're so funny... uhm."
Ellie raised a brow. You could see it through the telescope.
"I don't think I caught your name."
The girl in the kitchen laughed and shook her head.
"Why would I tell you my name?"
You whined softly, your hand tugging at your gown.
"I thought we were hitting it off. Don't you wanna be friends?"
"Friends with a stranger who called at 10PM. Why should I trust you?" The tone in her voice was just so playful that you wanted to bite it back.
"You sound safe. Nice. Much better than the girl I was supposed to talk to, that's for sure."
Ellie hummed, hands busy pouring the popcorn over the bowl. Her cheek tucked the telephone into her shoulder.
"Mm... alright. I'll give you the benefit of the doubt."
You bit back a giggle as you put away your magazine. Your heels were quiet as you gently knocked on the wood of the tree. Unfortunately, you had to appear taller. You hated it, but if you wanted the plan to work, platforms had to do.
"See? We can get along. Say... let's play 20 questions."
Ellie had to scoff a laugh at that.
"And let me guess, you start?"
"That was your first question. And no. Now's my turn."
You leaned on the branch, heart eyes on your target as she moved around her home.
"Do you like scary movies?"
"I do. And you?"
"Mhm. What's your favorite scary movie?"
"They're too many to choose from... Eh, guess The Evil Dead isn't so bad. You?"
"Guess."
Your eyes trailed to the roof. Your friend brought a hand over the lips of her mask and acted a laugh. You only grinned and looked down at Ellie.
"Now you're making me guess... uhm..."
You tilted your head to the side, your legs in the air behind you.
"Nightmare on Elm Street?"
You hummed, "Is that the one with the guy with weird fingers?"
"Knives, yeah. Freddy Krueger."
You giggled, "That's a good movie. It's real scary."
"If you think so."
You loved this part.
"So, you got a boyfriend?"
"If you saw me, you'd realize that I'm not even a little bit interested in boyfriends."
"Girlfriend then?"
That made her quiet down. She furrowed her brows at the kitchen counter before she continued.
"What? You interested or something?"
"You never told me your name."
"Why are you so desperate to know my name?"
"Because I want to know who I'm looking at."
A heavy step by the hallway made Ellie pause. Her eyes flashed to the gun Joel kept under lock and key in his drawer. The gardening equipment that was in the backyard. And that's when she realized,
Warnings : MINORS DNI,( the following is all consented ) degrading, tying up, chasing around with a knife, chasing through woods, language, exposing the readers chest, a small grinding moment
Summary : Billy and Stu love to play their little games on Reader. This time it's a game of cat and mouse in the woods. But what happens when she makes it past the woods?
Billy reflected his sick games onto you all the time. He would pick out clothes for you to wear. They would be the most feminine and dainty things. This time it was a white night gown that went to your ankles. Billy smiled at you, "So pretty.". You looked up at him, "Billy I wanna go to bed.". He looked at you, "and leave me alone?". You darted your eyes around the room.
"No- I'm just tired." You whined. Billy shook his head, "You should have thought of that earlier. Before you called me all needy and shit.". You looked down ashamed of yourself, Billy grabbed your chin.
"It's okay, baby. Let's play a game, hm?". You looked up at him, "Billy I'm bad at games." You whispered.
"Shh, not at this one. Now let's play one of your favorites when we were kids.". Your eyes widen and you shook your head.
"Yes. Let's play cat and mouse in the woods." He grabbed your wrist taking you outside. You breathed heavily, you were sure it was another psychotic break from his mother leaving. He walked to the border of the woods.
"You run. I count to 15.".
"What about Stu?-" you whispered. Billy looked into the woods, "You know what happens when I catch you. So Run.".
"Billy. I'm scared." You said softly. He looked over at you, "Do you know what to say when you're uncomfortable?". You nodded, "What is it? What's the word?". You swallowed, "Parrot." Billy nodded, "Now run." He demanded. You took off wincing at the pain of your bare feet hitting the sticks. You glanced behind you, nothing yet. You stumbled down a hill tripping onto your knees. You hissed in pain, you heard Billy's boots against the leaves. You stood up quickly trying to find a hiding spot. You darted around finding two big rocks to hide between. You hated to admit it, but you loved running from Billy. He knew it and that's why he did this to you. You heard a low whistle and foot step. You looked down at the ground trying to steady your breath. Billy squatted by one opening of the rocks.
"Found you."
You crawled out the other end and ran off. You knew if you ran far enough you'd make it to Stus house. And you'd win.
His heavy steps were close behind you. The cold air stung your lungs. You pumped your arms faster as you saw Stus house in the distance. You felt relief in you and tried to run faster in the field of overgrown grass. Billy's footsteps grew faster and louder, you stumbled upon the porch. You banged on the door, "Stu! Stu! Open up!". Stu opened the door and you ran in and slammed the door shut. Stu looked at you a bit surprised.
"What's wrong?" He asked. He held you close to his lanky body.
"Someone's chasing me!" You panted, a knock on the door echoed. You shook your head, "Don't answer it, Stu.". Yes I backed up from him as Stu opened the door with a soft chuckle. Billy walked in and looked at you.
"This is the farthest she's made it..." Stu said with a wide smile. Billy nodded, "It is. She usually trips so God damn much.". You backed up into the couch causing you to fall. Billy and Stu walked into the living room looking down at you. Billy squatted, "What now, Bunny?".
"I-I won!" You fussed. Billy smiled and gently grabbed your chin.
"So naive. So dumb. So Pretty. That's why you're our final girl." He said grinning. Stu sat you up right, "Look at your dress it's all dirty.". You looked at Billy, "He made me wear it.". Stu put his finger on his chin, "Better take it off so I can wash it.". You shook your head, "No.". Billy stared at you, he leaned into your ear.
"Are you still wanting to play?"
You nodded, he backed away before standing up.
"Stu take her upstairs." He demanded. Stu grabbed at your hips, you pushed him away getting up. Stu took out his pocket hunting knife flicking the blade up. Billy gave Stu a small nod, you ran up the stairs. Stu laughed running after you, "Come on! Don't be scared, baby!". You ran around the hallways before locking yourself in a bathroom. Stu banged on the door, "Let me in!". You stayed silent, "I know you're in there.". The doorknob jiggled aggressively before it went silent. You stayed there waiting for a sign of him. You slowly creaked the door open looking down the hall. You stepped out silently walking, Billy pushed you against the wall.
"Get off!" You fussed. Billy smiled, "Got her.". Stu huffed, "I wanted to catch her.". Billy glared at him, "Then handle the brat.". He threw you towards him, Stu grabbed your wrists and pulled you into his room.
"You're okay with this?" Stu asked softly. You nodded, "Yes, Stu.". He smiled pushing you onto the bed, Billy walked in holding rope.
"Let's see if she wants to be a rope bunny for us.". Billy grabbed your ankles. You kicked at him trying to fight it off. He smacked your leg leaving a red sting. He tied your ankles together tightly. You kept fighting against Stu as he tried to grab your wrists. He put his knife up to your neck, you stopped fighting him. You stared up at him instead, Stu smiled and grabbed your wrists tying them together.
"What now?" You ask softly. Billy tilted his head to the side, "We hurt you." He smiled. Your eyes widen, he chuckled "Don't worry.". He grabbed Stus knife dragging it down your nightgown.
"It won't last long.".
Stu stood above you staring down at you. He grabbed your face smooshing your cheeks.
"Don't worry, sweetie. Its the stuff you like.". He let go of your face and back away with a wide smile. Billy pushed your ankles up revealing your underwear to the two men.
"Seems like she's enjoying it." He smiled. He put his knee onto your clothed cunt. He pushed it down watching you whine beneath him.
"Poor little whore. So needy for us." Billy whispered. Stu watched intensely, "Should've thought twice before calling us. Telling us how much you wanted us." Stu cooed. You groaned causing Billy to apply more pressure. You moaned softly grinding against his knee. He smacked your thigh causing you to yelp.
"fucking whore." Billy muttered. Stu hiked up your night gown more revealing your chest.
"No bra either." He tsked looking back at Billy. You grunted, "Asshats" you Whispered. Both the boys looked up at you, "Let her go" Billy Whispered. Stu backed up obeying Billy. Billy got up and left the room, Stu followed. You stared at the door and yelled their names.
No answer. You yelled again and again until your voice grew tired. After what ft like hours Billy walked in.
"Done being a little bitch?"
You nodded, he cut the top letting you free. He gently picked you up out of the bed carrying your tired body out of the room. Stu was in the hall waiting for you, "Is she okay?" He whispered. Billy shrugged carrying you downstairs laying you on the couch. Stu kneeled down to your level.
"Did we go too rough?"
You shook your head, "No, just tired.". Stu nodded before sitting on the couch snuggling you. Billy sat on the other end, his hand placed firmly on your thigh.
notes: all the chapters are posted on wattpad (completely free to read.)
pairing: rafe cameron x daisy shelby
summary: a killer is on the loose seemingly to be replicating the horror movie franchise ‘scream.’ the killers next target(s)? daisy’s friend group. in the middle of it all, rafe and daisy still have unfinished business, he finds himself growing closer to her in all of this, wanting to protect her. daisy catches on rafe is quite literally obsessed with her, so she plays with him a little longer to see the lengths he would go to just to have her.
the whole story ╱ playlist ╱ divider creds @animatedglittergraphics-n-more
Hiya there, Arnie anon here (my apologies didn’t know what to call myself 😅) I hope you doing well and having a good day today😁, so I have this idea that I hope doesn’t bother you or anything, so imagine this, Christine!knockout….but what if…hear me out…..Ghostface!knockout 👀✨, I feel he would be so great on doing Ghostface (and I’m a bit of a big (not like huge but big) Ghostface fan 😅) oh oh! What if we mixed the two together?! A Christine and Ghostface knockout! Him doing the calls (his voice is made to be heard 🤩 lol) and the u/us/reader? Helping with the kills 🥰 well after he helped us and we fell in love with him of course lol, and plus who would believe a car is doing the calls and kills?👀, sorry if this is long and a bit much 😅, I hope your doing well after everything and have a great day today 😁
ohhh very interesting idea,,,, you might just be cooking here,,,
peak x peak x peak (christine x scream x transformers), crossover of the century right here, absolute cinema ✋😌🤚
what if we were evil and made Ghostface!!reader die at the end mwahahaha,,, [sinister]
