a/n: Happy Halloween! Stay safe lovelies! (I know it's late! I got busy sorryy) This is an established relationship, all acts are consensual, and it is implied that acts are agreed upon by both of them beforehand!
Moodboard (including outfit reader is wearing)
cw: mentions of fear (not of JJ), masked sex, knife play, unprotected sex (implied birth control), begging, degradation (whore), rough sex, there might be other stuff too, this is just pure filth, you've been warned. MDNI
It wasn’t the woods or even the darkness of the night that had your skin prickling, your heartbeat thundering—filled with adrenaline. It was what was waiting for you. JJ had told you to meet him here. Here being the general vicinity of the woods, sending a text that should’ve scared the life out of you had it come from anyone else.
I’ll find you, and when I do, you best be ready.
But this was JJ. Your JJ. You knew he was following you, could feel his presence somewhere in the woods, lurking, watching. You could hear your own footsteps, so loud in your ears, the crunch of leaves underneath your boots. You try stepping quieter, a strange exhilaration filling you as you walk deeper into the endless lines of trees. You jump at the feel of something brushing your hand, shaking your head at yourself when you realize it’s only the lace of your sleeves.
You take a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heart, remembering JJ’s words earlier that night— ‘You want out at any point, or you get too scared, you just yell out the safe word and I’m there, okay princess?’ You had smirked at him, all cocky, staring him down and biting back, ‘You’re going to be the one yelling out the safe word to me.’ Oh, how you wish you could summon that energy back now.
You come across an abandoned house, a shack more like—wood panels falling out of place, weathered down porch barely still standing. There are two wooden chairs on the porch—the placement unnerving, sending a tingle down your spine. You feel a gust of cold wind brush through your hair, cursing yourself for wearing so little clothing—a black mini skirt and a deep red corset over black lace sleeves, the only warmth coming from your laced black boots. The door creaks open—a silent invitation.
This could be really stupid; in fact, you know it is, but you’re too far gone to care, dizzy with anticipation—too crazy in love with the guy you came up with this absurd plan with—to do anything but follow through—the added danger sending thrills through you. There could be other dangers waiting for you in the shack, hiding in the shadows of the trees. There were. You could hear things—it's the moment in the horror movie where the audience is screaming at the girl to turn the fuck around and run. But you’re JJ Maybank’s girl through and through, so the only thing that goes through your mind as the thought occurs, is — ‘stupid things have good outcomes all the time.’
You step inside, warily checking each corner, your heart beating harder as you turn a corner. You hear a twig snap, head swiveling towards the sound—every part of you on edge—before you feel a hand cover your mouth from behind, a hard wall of what could only be a man’s body pressed against your back, holding you to him in a rough grip as you let out a muffled scream, your hands pulling desperately at his covering your mouth—it doesn’t budge.
“Got you, princess.” JJ. His voice is deep and gravelly in your ear, sending a shiver through you.
You fight against him—more for show than anything else—squirming in his hold. His arm tightens around your waist. You hear him chuckle into your ear. Something hard digs into your shoulder and you wince. There’s something so erotic about the fact that he’s so much stronger than you. He could break you so easily. The way you know he could hurt you. Could overpower you. The unwavering trust you have knowing he would never. Your pussy pulses at the thought, eyes nearly rolling back as his hand grips your mouth rougher, cold rings pressed to your lips.
“Can’t escape me, baby. You’re mine.” His voice lowers before continuing, letting his hot breath fan over the side of your neck, setting every nerve ending on fire inside you. “I’m going to do whatever I want with you and you’re going to let me, aren’t you?”
You nod slow against his hand, and he turns you in his hold. You let out a gasp—jump-scared by his mask—Ghostface. He tilts his head slightly as your eyes take him in. He’s shirtless, black sweatpants sitting dangerously low on his hips. Your eyes trail over the hard lines of his abs, the defined v disappearing into the waistband of his sweats. Your mouth waters, drinking him in like he was crafted just for you. His right hand is wrapped around a knife, his fingers adorned in rings, flexing around it as you gulp. You can’t help but think of his fingers inside you—thick, strong—thighs clenching together at the thought.
JJ backs you into a wall, pushing you into it; shamelessly eyeing you up and down, the hard surface uneven as it digs into your back. He’s overwhelming your personal space—the smell of his cologne mixed with that scent that was so inherently JJ washing over you. You want to kiss him, taste his lips on yours—the mask obstructing you. He’s half hard against your thigh, pressing his hips into you ever so slightly before pulling back. You shift beneath him, breathing heavy, letting out a moan as your panties catch on your clit just right—drenched, sticky with your arousal. He’d barely done anything yet, and you were already falling apart.
“Are you scared?”
You shake your head no, smirking slightly. Wrong answer.
You feel the cold metal of the knife press against your throat, gasping slightly at the sensation. You don't cower from him, not ever, always so trusting.
“How about now?”
You nod. “Yes,” your voice comes out small, afraid. The sound makes JJ’s dick twitch in his pants, the hand not on the knife moving to the front of his sweats, adjusting it slightly. You hold back the smirk threatening to play at your lips—so turned on; you were practically vibrating in his hold. You can feel the hard muscle of him pressed against you, his finger hooking into your panties, middle finger slipping through your folds. You moan out at the feel of his cold rings brushing over your clit. He pushes a finger into you, and your eyes flutter shut, relieved.
“Liar, I can feel how fucking wet you are.” His voice is velvet in your ear, smooth like chocolate. You can’t see his face, imagining exactly what it would look like—pupils blown, eyes dark, looking at you like you were his last meal, smirking at the way your knees wobble slightly.
He moves his finger back and forth once, twice, before pulling it out and stepping away from you. You whine softly, ‘JJ!’, all but stomping your foot in protest, pouting at him before your lips part in a moan at the sight of him slipping his finger through his mask and swirling his tongue around it.
“Mm, baby, you taste so fucking good.” He looks at you through the mask, tilting his head, almost at a loss of what to do with you, completely at his mercy.
“I want you to taste yourself.” You nod, compliant, pulling his hand to your mouth. He tugs it away, shaking his head. “Mm-mm, not like that.”
He twirls the knife in his other hand, flipping your barely-there skirt up, pulling the black lace of your panties away from your body and cutting them right off you. You gasp, head thudding back against the wall, so fucking turned on that you can’t even be annoyed that he’s completely ruined your favorite pair of panties.
“Do you trust me?”
“Always JJ.”
He nods before pressing the flat surface of the knife to your dripping cunt, slowly, carefully, the slightest touch of cold metal. The thrill of it sends your heartrate spiking, letting out a loud gasp, holding yourself steady on JJ’s shoulders.
“Don’t move, baby.” He brings the knife up to your lips, your slick shining on the surface. “Taste.”
JJ’s eyes roll back as he watches your tongue lay flat on the metal, swiping up in one motion—making sure to lick all of your juices clean.
“That’s it baby, taste how fucking good you are. My perfect girl. Getting off on the dirtiest things.”
Something about the way you trusted him made him feel so powerful, yet so vulnerable at the same time. It was an intoxicating mix—something only you could bring out in him. His dick is so hard, it’s almost painful, straining against the fabric of his boxers. He shamelessly ruts against your thigh, finding some relief.
Your hands reach for the base of the mask, fingers trailing up his neck as you slowly start peeling it from his face. JJ leans back, shaking his head.
"Not yet baby."
The deep register of his voice sends a rush of warmth through you, the heat pooling in your pussy, clenching around nothing. You can't help but pout, whining softly—practically begging, "Mm JJ pleeease, wanna kiss."
JJ feels himself melt at your words, wanting nothing more than to rip his mask off and kiss you stupid. He doesn't know how he resists, craving the sweet taste of your lips—groaning as you bite your lower lip. He closes his eyes; imagines it’s his teeth sinking into your lips.
JJ throws the knife to the side, flipping you in his hold, his chest pressed to the contour of your back, hips rolling up against your ass. You moan, rubbing your thighs together, pushing back into him harder. His hands slide under your skirt, guiding your ass over his crotch, gripping your hips hard, rings surely leaving indents in your skin—his touch firm, but never cruel. His eyes roll back as he feels the pleasure roll through him. His hands move to the strings holding your corset together, slowly undoing them.
“JJ, hurry,” you push your ass against him once more, looking over your shoulder, rolling your eyes at how long he was taking to undress you. JJ spots it, pinning you to the wall so hard; your cheek smushes against it, the wood scratching your skin slightly, his mask digging into your shoulder again.
“You want me to leave you here? All soaked and desperate, huh?”
You shake your head furiously—it barely moves. “No, please JJ, I need you, please please, want you to fuck me.”
His dick twitches against your ass at your pleading tone. “That’s what I thought, princess. Now stay still and take what I give you.” JJ undresses you, slower now than before, smirking under the mask as you squirm against him, so impatient, so needy. It’s torture as you stand there, completely naked; JJ’s rings brushing over your nipples—again and again. You push your chest into his hold, moaning his name, whimpering, ‘Mmph, JJ,’ as he pulls on them, tugging, twisting. Your pussy clenches around nothing, slick dripping down your thighs as JJ ruts into your bare ass.
“You sound so pretty, baby, so sweet.” JJ breathes into your neck. You’re desperate to feel his lips on your body, the mask still hiding his face from you. He turns you in his hold, pulling his sweatpants and boxers down in one quick motion. He nudges his tip against your clit, and you sigh in relief. Finally.
His hand runs through your hair, tender before his grip turns mean, wrapping your hair around his hand and pulling you to the floor. You should hate it, should hate the way he pushes your face towards his crotch, the way he’s treating you like you’re nothing but a mouth, sitting pretty on your knees ready to take him. You should hate it, but the pool of wetness collecting between your thighs, dripping, says otherwise. Your heart aches with the desire to please him—the man you love—and God do you love him.
You look up at him with doe eyes, ghostface mask staring back at you, eyes trailing over him like he’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen—lips wet and parted, and JJ almost dies. Your hands trail up his thighs, planting soft kisses to them, moving higher and higher. JJ’s breath hitches in anticipation. There’s something so heady about the smell of him. He pushes his cock against your lips, and moans as your hand works him up and down, kissing the tip.
“Fuck baby, so good for me. You going to suck my dick now?”
You’d do anything he says. Anything. Your lips wrap around him, his dick heavy and hot on your tongue as you suck him into your mouth. Your mind is so far gone as his hand strokes through your hair. You’re dizzy with it. He’s all consuming and all you want is to be good for him. A tear slips down your cheek as he pushes his length further into your mouth and JJ knows it's wrong how it makes his cock twitch in your mouth.
“Look at you baby, you need this more than I do, don’t you? Yeah, you do. You love being my little whore, don’t you?”
You moan around his length, rocking your hips back and forth over your own legs, practically grinding against the floor, desperate. Pathetic. Your hand goes to rub your clit, cup your pussy, something, anything. JJ catches it and grips your wrists, pinning them over your head against the wall, separating your legs with his foot.
“No touching. That pussy’s mine, baby. Not for you to touch.”
You whine around him, feeling your pussy clench around nothing. You’re so wet, you feel like you might pass out. You’ve never been this turned on in your life. You feel yourself being lifted to your feet, shoved against the wall as JJ grips your thigh, pushing it high up on his hip. JJ guides his tip up and down your folds, groaning at the feel of how wet you are. Your hips buck forward, desperate to have him inside you. He pushes your hips towards the wall, pinning them there.
“JJ, please, I’ll do anything. I just...just need you to fuck me. Please JJ, please fuck me.” You’re on the verge of tears, pussy pulsing with need, pleading for his cock like its oxygen.
“Sound so pretty when you beg, baby.”
You’re about to beg again, not caring how pathetic you sound—when JJ pushes himself deep into you. You choke out a sigh of relief, letting out a sob at the feeling of finally having him inside you, stretching you out so good. You brace yourself on his chest as he fucks you, hands scrambling to find something to anchor yourself, settling on digging your nails into his back. You're staring at his mask, something about it making it all the more hotter—helpless against the sounds that come from your mouth—moaning, whimpering, all ‘JJ, JJ, JJ,’ ‘fuck baby please please,’ and ‘Oh god, yes, right there, right there, harder JJ, faster.’
He memorizes the sounds you make like it's a language only he gets to learn. He’s not any better, groaning into your neck as he buries himself so fucking deep inside your warm, wet walls— ‘Look how well you’re taking me baby.’ ‘Fuck baby, you feel so good around me, shit.’
He’s fucking you so hard into the wall, the skin on your back aching against the rough surface. You’re a mess, tits bouncing, lewd squelching coming from between your thighs, head knocking back against the wall. Your eyes are rolling to the back of your head as you feel his dick nudge that spot inside you that has you reeling, seeing stars. You come around his dick, suddenly, without warning. You don’t care how loud you are, forgetting where you are—let some crazy axe murderer come in. You’d happily die taking JJ’s dick—practically screaming when JJ speeds up, fucking you through your orgasm, gripping your thigh so hard, it’s sure to leave bruises.
You pull at JJ’s mask. He lets you pull it off this time, lips crashing into yours for the first time that night, hands pulling at his hair, wet with sweat. JJ moans into your mouth as you clench around him—he doesn’t know how he denied himself the taste of you all night. Your lips are fucking irresistible—they taste like summer and smoke and cherries, plush and frantic against his. You pull back, gasping, “Fuck, JJ, you’re going to make me come again. Oh god, JJ!”
JJ’s thumb comes to your clit, rubbing hard circles, forehead resting against yours as he stares deep into your soul. “Come f'me baby, come on, good girl.”
You moan, practically sobbing as you kiss him once more, relishing in his taste—all minty breath mixed with the faint taste of weed. Your feet are lifted off the floor, JJ pulling your hips against his so hard, thrusting into you and you almost black out. Your body transcends, clenching around him over and over—feeling his hips stutter as he spills himself inside you.
“Oh fuck baby, fuck.” JJ slows his hips, riding out his orgasm as his eyes flutter shut, placing you back down on the floor, still buried deep inside you. You both come down slowly, foreheads resting against each other’s. JJ slowly opens his eyes, stroking his thumb back and forth over your cheek as the aftershocks roll through you. He notices you struggling to come down, body shaking, eyes still shut as your head falls limp on his shoulder.
“S’okay, baby, s’okay, did so good f'me, yeah? So good. I’m going to pull out now, okay?”
You nod once against his shoulder, breathing heavy, letting out a whimper as you feel him pull out. JJ knows what you need. He pulls you against him, skin touching anywhere it can as his hand runs through your hair, kissing your forehead over and over, whispering against your skin.
“Did so good, baby, so good f'me. I’ve got you. My perfect girl.”
Your body has stopped shaking—pulling back to smile at JJ, soft and dreamy, completely fucked-out.
“There she is. You okay baby?” He presses your hand to his lips, kissing it softly.
“Mhm, more than okay. That was perfect.”
“Yeah? You liked that?” JJ’s grinning at you, eyes sparkling as he looks down at you.
“Yes JJ, it was so good.” Your pussy clenches as you remember the way he fucked you, feeling his cum dripping out of you.
“I love you baby, fuck you’re perfect. My gorgeous girl.” JJ’s moving to dress you, keeping one arm wrapped around you, hand trailing up and down your spine as you giggle softly.
“I love you JJ. So much.”
“Let’s get out of here. This place is starting to freak me out, now that I’m not inside you.” JJ smirks, pulling his sweatpants back on. You laugh as you pull your skirt back on, suddenly remembering that you have no underwear.
“JJ, you fucking ruined my panties. I need something to wear. Your cum is dripping down my legs.”
JJ groans, “Fuck baby, don’t say that. You’re going to make me hard again.”
You shake your head, laughing as he passes you his boxers to wear. “You’re such a freak.”
“Oh yeah? Says the girl who almost came when I had a knife to her neck.”
You shove him lightly, rolling your eyes as you turn around so he can tie your top back on. You both put your shoes on, doing a quick once over to make sure you hadn’t left anything—JJ pocketing your ruined panties with a smirk. JJ looks you up and down, humming appreciatively.
“Forgot to tell you how fucking sexy you look in this outfit.”
“You told me when we bought it, remember?”
“Mhm, but I didn't tell you today.”
You giggle softly, kissing his cheek, talking low in his ear, “You looked so hot in nothing but the ghostface mask.”
JJ laughs, before tugging on your hand, guiding you out of the abandoned house.
You walk back home with JJ’s arm wrapped around your shoulder—laughing together, talking about nothing and everything. The movie you were going to watch after showering—JJ making a mandatory comment about you showering without him, ‘Wow, I’m offended. Truly heartbroken.’ You laugh, pulling his hand to your mouth, kissing his palm, and you’ve never felt so happy.
Because JJ Maybank is the safest place you’ve ever known—even when he ruins you, even when he breaks you down into a whimpering mess. You can’t help but stare up at him in pure adoration as he rambles on about all the candy he’s going to steal for the two of you, and how ‘we have to watch this movie when we get back.’ You laugh, shaking your head.
God, you love him.
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Could you please do something with Ghostface and any Monster bf?
Your Tentacle Monster bf didn’t really know what the whole deal was over Ghostface or why people were going so wild for them. Especially you, his most precious human. What was so great about a black robe and a mask when you had dozens of tentacles at your disposal that could fill every single one of your holes? Each tentacle has the ability to fuck you absolutely brainless on their slick lengths and yet you go feral over this?
Tentacle Monster bf just doesn’t understand. He stands in the costume shop, a grimace on his face as he fiddles with the plastic bag holding the Ghostface costume. But he plucks it off the rack anyway. He’d do anything for you, and when he saw you like all those videos of other monster bfs getting dressed up as Ghostface, he wanted to be able to give you that too. In fact, he wanted to be the only monster you liked doing someone like this.
He figured it must be a human thing too based on the knowing look the cashier girl at the counter gave him. As she rung up his purchase she kept glancing at him, her grin growing wider. His tentacles wrap around himself more tightly, somehow feeling exposed under the girl’s all-seeing eyes. He quickly grabs his things as she hands him back the costume.
“Don’t forget to have fun with the chase! The fear is the best part,” the cashier girl calls out as he begins to walk out.
Tentacle Monster bf stops short in his tracks. He glances over his shoulders, features drawn tight in confusion. But the girl merely winks before looking down and messing around with the cash register. Just when he thinks he’s figured this whole thing out, a whole other twist comes along to sweep him off his feet.
A chase. Is that why people went so crazy over it? Is that what you wanted from him? A wicked smile begins to overtake his features as he steps out of the shop. He could chase you… Oh, he could definitely chase you. A shiver of anticipation courses through him at the thought.
Standing outside your shared home, your Tentacle Monster bf situates his costume and puts the finishing touches on it beside the mask. He thought it would be best to surprise you with it. It would make it more fun!
Walking up he knocks on the door, not bothering to use his key. He hears no response from you despite knowing you’re home. He knocks again, a little harder this time. This time you call out his name, wondering if he’s lost his keys. He doesn’t answer now but knocks again, even harder. He imagines the tension growing within you, and how it’ll burst into a sea of arousal the moment you see him.
A second later the door swings open, revealing your wary face. Seeing its only your bf, relief starts to pour over your form. That is until you see what your Tentacle Monster is wearing and you pause, eyes widening. Your bf flashes you a grin that all fang.
“Get ready to run, baby,” he growls and slips the mask over his face.
Realization dawns on you quickly and you immediately turn and bolt down the hall. Tentacle Monster bf feels the thrill of the chase shoot down his spine and he snarls as he runs after you throughout the house.
Your body grows hot as you run from room to room. And it isn’t the exorcise but the arousal blossoming and coursing through your veins. Your core pulses with need as you loop around a bend, feeling your bf gaining speed and closing in on you. Letting out a fierce shriek you bolt into the living room. The chilling roar your bf releases as sparks shooting straight down to where you need him most. You don’t know what made your bf do this but god are you glad for it. You always fantasized about being chased but you didn’t know it would be this damn hot.
Just as you’re about to pass the couch, your bfs tentacle shoot out and curl around your ankles. You release a mix of a yelp and a moan as he forcefully swings you onto the couch, the furniture sliding back with the momentum. Tentacle Monster bf growls as he quickly mounts you, ducking his head close to your neck. Your holes clench around nothing as the Ghostface mask invades your space, terror and arousal building higher within in.
Tentacle Monster bf doesn’t say a word and it only makes everything that much more intense. All you can hear are his throaty growls and harsh breaths. More of his tentacle slip past the costume robe and up your legs. Before you can even adjust to the tantalizing sensation, your bf slams, not one, but two of his tentacles deep inside you with a solid stroke. A fierce scream echos off the walls, your back arching as he immediately begins pounding away at you.
Gasps and moans spill from your lips uncontrollably. You weakly try and meet his thrusts but it’s like something’s taken over him as your bf ruthlessly plunges his tentacles as deep inside you as they can go. Your eyes roll back as he keeps adding more, stretching you beyond the limits of what you thought you could take.
Tentacle Monster snarls at you as you keep trying to move. More of his tentacles whip out and wrap around your limbs, pinning them down on the couch. Forcing you to take what he gives you. And you love it. Your body in a constant stats of ecstasy. The never ending pleasure has you shaking as his merciless thrusts bring you closer to the edge.
He continues to pound away into your sloppy hole, the loud squelch of your bodies meeting only turns you on more. When you finally cum on his tentacles, clenching around him tightly, you swear for a moment you see white. A silent scream leaving you. And Tentacles Monster bf just keeps going, working you through one of the most intense orgasms of your life. He follows you in release after a few more erratic thrusts of his tentacles and you moan weakly as you feel them spurt his hot cum deep inside you.
His tentacles stay nestled in deep inside you as he collapses on your spent form. You reach up and carefully slip off his mask, warmth filling you as you can see his face again. Contentment washes over you both as the adrenaline of the chase begins to fade.
“I think I like this human tradition of dressing up in the costumes,” your bf rumbles, his tentacles twitching inside your hole, showing you just how much he likes it.
A soft moan leaves you and his tentacles move around a little more. You can’t help but chuckle, a dazed smile forming on your face as you realize you’re not gonna be going anywhere anytime soon.
Hii can I request Ghostface pngs? :3 Specifically involvinv the mask because most blogs only post aesthetic stuff liek knives, cameras, and tvs. Pls n ty
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Daniel Markowitz x Fem!Reader
Warnings: 18+ mdni, Pre-Established Relationship (Daniel Markowitz x Fem!Reader), Danny wears a Ghostface Mask During Sex, Smut: Dirty Talking, Roleplaying?, Trying New Things in the Bedroom Together, Protected PinV, There’s probably a Mask Kink if you Squint idk anymore, Dominant Danny, Degrading Name Calling (slut), Overstimulation?, Aftercare
Word Count: 1261
Danny finds a Ghostface mask and asks if he can use it in the bedroom
this was written for @fredhechingerfrenzy FREDTOBER! october 14th prompt was "masks". dividers made by me! this is not proofread so i'm sorry if there are any mistakes! also like i have never written anything like this so uh i hope you like it and with that i will be hiding in the shadows for a while... does this count for kinktober? idk anymore i really don't
“What do ya think?” Danny asked, walking out of the bathroom attached to your shared bedroom. You hummed in acknowledgment, your eyes fixed on the book in your lap as he crawled into bed beside you. “Baby girl, you have to look at me,” he mumbled, nudging your knee with his.
You sighed, closing your book slowly. “Danny, I never get time to…” you paused, looking up at him. Your eyes widened as you took in the sight in front of you. Danny was sitting beside you on the bed in just a pair of boxers and a mask. A Ghostface mask. “What, uh, what is this?” You asked, sitting up slowly as you pushed your book off of the side of the bed, the story you were immersed in quickly forgotten as the hardcovered book landed on the carpet with a soft thud.
“It’s a mask,” he replied, smirking underneath the mask. “Why, do ya like it?” He asked, a hint of curiosity in his tone.
“Kind of,” you replied, tilting your head to the side as you looked him up and down. “It’s kind of… exciting,” you muttered, your fingers trailing up his stomach gently. “Kind of… hot?” You added.
“You really think so?” He asked, lifting the mask up slowly. He rested it on the top of his head as he looked at you, raising an eyebrow.
“Yes. Put it back on,” you replied quickly, looking at him. “And… maybe grab a condom?” You added, reaching for the mask to pull it back down over his face.
He playfully swatted your hand away, pulling the mask down himself. “A Ghostface mask makes you horny?” He asked, looking at you as he leaned over to the bedside table. “I never would have imagined that,” he admitted, looking at you as he bit back a laugh.
“Look, I am simply a girl and my TikTok page hasn’t been helping lately,” you admitted, moving the mask back down onto his face. “It’s kind of… thrilling? Like, yeah, I know it’s you but… I can’t see your face.”
“Gee, thanks,” he replied, tugging his boxers down slowly. “I see how it is, you just don’t want to look at me while we have sex.” He joked slightly.
“Never said that,” you replied, pushing your sleep shorts and panties down rapidly before tossing them to the side of the bed. Your tank top soon joined your other clothes on the ground as you looked at him. “It’s just like, I don’t know, it’s like a roleplay, you know?” You said timidly, glancing at him. “I think it’ll be hot.”
You two had never really dabbled into this realm in your relationship or sex life but… neither of you were opposed to it at the moment. Both buzzing with anticipation, Danny’s cock twitched against his lower stomach as your core throbbed at the thought of what might happen later in the night.
“A roleplay, huh?” He asked, looking at you. “How about this, baby girl,” he mumbled, pulling the mask up carefully. “Tell me to stop and I will, okay?” He smiled, kissing your lips gently. You melted into the kiss, nodding slightly when he finally pulled away.
“Deal,” you replied as he pulled the mask back over his face. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.” Danny stood up carefully, opening the condom wrapper quickly. He discarded the wrapper on the bedside table before sliding it onto his hardened cock—he’d be lying if he said seeing you so excited wasn’t a turn on for him. He wrapped his hand around his cock slightly, pumping himself a few times before his fingers wrapped around your ankles.
He tugged your body towards him, your body effortlessly gliding across the bed as a small shriek left your lips. He smirked beneath the mask, pulling you closer to him. “Come here, darling,” he mumbled, positioning you into the exact angle he wanted.
“Fuck,” you groaned as he threw your left leg over his shoulder. His fingers squeezed the skin on your thigh slightly as his other hand wrapped around the base of his cock, sliding his tip through your wet folds.
“Jesus fucking Christ you’re soaked,” he groaned, collecting your slick on his tip. He swirled around your entrance a few more times before he slowly pushed inside of you, going incredibly slow as he did.
Inch by inch, he buried himself deeper and deeper into you until he was fully engulfed in your velvety walls. Your head fell back on the bed in pleasure as a gasp escaped your mouth, the feeling of him inside of you different since you couldn’t see his face. It was weird, really. You knew it was Danny but something about the mask just… made it feel different. Made him feel different.
“Fuck,” you moaned out, moving your hips against his to try and encourage him to move but he didn’t take your hints. He just stayed where he was, pushing deeper and deeper into your core. “Fuck, please,” you whined, hips moving more.
“Please what?” He asked, voice sounding rougher than before.
“Please fuck me,” you replied, gasping as he pulled out of you completely. He thrusted back into your core quickly, thrusting roughly. His fingers gripped your thigh so tightly you felt the bruises forming. Danny pushed your leg back as he pounded into you, the new found angle of his thrusts making your head spin.
“You like that?” He asked, leaning over you as he thrusted into your core. You moaned in reply, looking up at him. Your fingers grabbed at the sheets beside you, trying to ground yourself in the moment as you watch Danny, or Ghostface, above you. “Yeah, of course you do, you’re such a little slut,” Danny mumbled out, groaning when he felt your walls flutter around him. “You like that, huh?” He asked, tilting his head slightly beneath the mask as he thrusted deeper.
You whined, nodding slightly as you looked up at him. “Ye… Yeah,” you breathed out, eyes closing as tears brimmed at the corner. Danny’s left hand ran down your stomach stopped just above where your bodies were connected. His thumb rubbed tight circles over your clit roughly, perfectly in sync with his thrusts. You moaned loudly, back arching off the bed as he thrusted deeper, hitting your sweet spot each time. You clenched around him, looking up at him with tears actively falling down your face.
Danny tilted his head again, looking at you as he felt your clench around him. He thrusted once more, stopping deep inside of you. Danny groaned, feeling you release all over his cock. His cock twitched deep inside of you, releasing into the condom. His thumb stopped its movement on your clit, his palm massaging your lower stomach slightly.
“Fuck,” he mumbled softly. Danny gently placed your leg back down onto the bed, his right hand quickly taking the mask off of his face. He leaned forward, kissing your lips lovingly before he kissed all over your face. His hands trailed up your sides gently, caressing your face as he wiped your tears with his thumbs. “You okay?” He asked softly.
“Perfect,” you mumbled, looking up at him with a small smile. You kissed his lips again as he fell onto the bed beside you, wrapping his arms around you tightly.
“Good,” he smiled, kissing your temple softly.
“Think we can bring the mask out more in the bedroom?”
“Sure, baby girl,” he chuckled, pulling your body closer to his. “Anything you want.”
