Leave A Window Unlocked - Freaktober Day 1
31 DAYS OF DARKNESS ❦ FREAKTOBER 2025
ⓘ 𝖉𝖊𝖙𝖆𝖎𝖑𝖘: in which you invite a masked stranger to break into your home and wake you in a most devious way...
ghostface/masked!mingi (atz) x f.reader
2.1k words | 18+ | smut, pwp, strangers to fuck buddies (i would say lovers ? but they’re not in love lol), mild horror
ⓘ 𝖉𝖎𝖘𝖈𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖒𝖊𝖗𝖘: This fic contains horror-related elements or kinks that may trigger some readers. Please review the warnings below and read at your own risk! This work is fictional and written for adults who enjoy exploring horror-inspired kinks in a safe and imaginative space. It does not reflect the IRL behavior of any kpop idol, and I do not condone non-consensual advances, harmful behavior, or sexual violence in real life. This work is created for entertainment only. Always practice safe, sane, and consensual sex.
ⓘ 𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: unprotected & explicit sex, rough sex, getting fucked harddddd, degradation, dirty talk, size kink (and mingi is obvi slinging a beast of a cock duh), mask kink, clit flicking, clit pinching, begging, choking, consensual dubious consent, glamorized fetishes/kinks, unsafe kink practices, stranger danger, light weapon play, multiple orgasms, squirting, overstimulation, power dynamics
ⓘ 𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊: it’s finally here!!!!! happy freaktober everyone, i hope the next 31 days are everything you dream them to be >:)
𝖌𝖎𝖛𝖊 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖔 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖋𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖐𝖎𝖊𝖘𝖙 𝖋𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖆𝖘𝖎𝖊𝖘…
“Oh my…” you say to yourself as you come across a striking profile on KinkLink, the newest hookup app that you finally gave in and downloaded a few days ago. His profile cover is a selfie taken from a lower angle that lets you see every groove and ripple across his toned stomach and chest. But, despite being ridiculously hot, it’s the ghostface mask covering his face in every photo you scroll through that steals your attention, causing a wave of wetness to settle in your core.
You’ve always had what some would call a sick fantasy when it comes to masked men…
It’s often that you touch yourself to the idea of a masked stranger fucking you while nearly strangling you to death. And now the universe seems to have given you this gift.
“Fuck meeee,” you whine, as you get to the last photo. It’s one where he’s naked, all but for the mask. Your eyes trail down the deep ‘V’ leading down to where, what you could only imagine, would be where his massive cock is. However his hands hide his goods, only barely showing some of the dark hair down there, which purposely teases you just enough to leave you craving more.
You swipe to like, and match instantly. With no shame, you open the chat with ‘ScreamAndCream99' and start the conversation.
⚪️ Nice screen name, very punny. Any plans tonight?
The ‘read’ receipt shows soon after, and you watch the little dots move as he types out his reply.
🟢 You, apparently. DTF, I assume?
⚪️ Only if you wear the mask
🟢 Of course, sweetheart. That’s a very important rule of mine.
⚪️ I see lol any others I should be aware of?
🟢 Several, curious?
⚪️ Maybe just a little…
🟢 Rule 1, give me your address. Rule 2, leave a window unlocked but don’t tell me which one. Rule 3, go to sleep naked. Rule 4, use the safeword ‘phantom’ if you get spooked, and perhaps I’ll consider stopping…
Your heart races, but before you have time to reply, he sends another set of messages.
🟢 No promises though
🟢 Still DTF after knowing that?
⚪️ Good thing I don’t spook easily
You send your address next, your heart nearly beating out of your chest when your phone vibrates with his reply.
🟢 Good girl
You’re half asleep when you think you hear something–someone–but after sitting up and listening intently, you chalk it up to your imagination and excitement, before lying down and drifting back to sleep.
Mingi watches from the dark corner of your room as your breathing settles again. He’s been here for a little over an hour, watching through the holes in his mask as you slept peacefully. Blissfully unaware of any danger. An easy target for his taking.
You looked right past him when you sat up moments ago. It took nearly all of his self-restraint to stay still as your blankets fell away from your upper half, exposing your breasts and the soft mound of your nipples underneath the small amount of moonlight bleeding in through your window. When you thought you heard something in the distance, they hardened into little round, protruding peaks, and his length hardened simultaneously.
Maybe target isn’t the right word.
You want this. You initiated this.
Willing participant might be the better choice of words…
You stir in your sleep once again, this time rolling from your side onto your back.
It’s time. Mingi grips the knife handle tightly before taking a step closer to your bed.
Slowly, he pulls the covers away from your body, and is pleased to see that your legs are already spread for him. With his free hand, he drags two fingers through your folds. You’re already weeping for him, so warm…so inviting…as his fingers sink into your core.
He can’t help but groan. “Mmm, I can’t fucking wait to have my fun with you.”
Your eyes flash open, hearing his deep voice and becoming aware of the sensation between your legs. You gasp, coming face to face with the masked, shirtless man, and attempt to sit up.
Mingi’s quick though and lifts his other hand, pressing the knife up against your neck. The sharp blade stings from the pressure, but he’s practiced enough to avoid cutting…anymore. It’s just enough to partially strain the breathing pattern to scare his usual victims.
You’re different, though. He doesn’t scare you, and somehow that turns him on even more.
“Hi, sweetheart,” he says, voice dripping with danger. “I’ve got big plans for you tonight. I hope you know what you signed up for.” His fingers curl into you faster now, and your eyelids flutter closed as the heat grows in your center.
“Hi, Mr. Ghostface. Are you gonna give it to me good tonight?” You ask, voice raspy from the lack of air, with a devilishly innocent look on your face. Your hands slide up his bare biceps, nails digging into his flesh as you continue speaking, “I want to be fucked. I want to be ruined. I want to be used. I’ve been so well behaved, and no one can seem to give me what I want, what I deserve.”
Jesus Christ. Whose fucking bedroom did he walk into, and how can he sign up to stay here?
“Be careful what you ask for, baby. My self-control is already hanging on by a very thin thread,” he breathes, his cock straining against the front of his pants.
“Should I find some scissors, then?” you quip with a teasing smile that spreads across your lips as you open your legs wider. One of your own hands trails down between them, joining his.
He watches, completely stunned, as you collect some of your slick before smearing it across your clit, rubbing in small circles as you work yourself up. The divine sound of your little pants echoes in the room.
“Well, are you going to take over, or would you rather watch me get myself off?”
His eyes burn into yours once he’s come out of your spell. Yeah right.
“Get that fucking hand away from your pretty little cunt right now,” Mingi demands.
You obey, bringing your fingers to your mouth to lick them clean, eyes locked on his as you suck off your natural dew.
The final piece of the thread snaps when you release them with a satisfying ‘pop,’ and his entire demeanor changes.
Tossing the knife aside–as it won’t be needed–he works to remove his pants, then towers over your frame. Your mouth involuntarily drops seeing the size of him. He's enormous; his thick tip is probably similar in size to your closed fist.
Another wave of wetness washes through your folds, barely in enough time before he lines himself up. Both of your moans intermingle when he runs his cockhead up and down your slit.
He does it again, and again, and again. Teasing you. Taunting you. Making you lose your fucking mind.
Your body shudders as his leaking tip 'accidentally' rubs up against your clit.
“Rule five,” he grunts, before lowering his length and slamming into you, finally. All the air in your lungs escapes as he splits you open, taking up all the available space inside of you, forcing you to stretch for him. “This cunt is all mine for tonight. You’re not allowed to touch it.”
“Feels…so…good,” you mewl, sucking in a breath as the last few inches push into you.
Without any warning, your masked stranger jerks his hips back, leaving you feeling empty before he thrusts back in. His pace picks up as he pounds into you over and over, driving you further up the bed each time from his insane power.
Your panting quickens, feeling the coil inside you getting dangerously close to unraveling. You clench around him, and panic hits you.
“No,” you whine. “I can’t come yet.” Your inner walls clench again helplessly, despite your words.
“Yes, you can, baby. Come all over me as I tear this pussy apart. Let me feel you lose control.” His words don’t help your situation.
“I don’t want this to be over already!”
He lowers his face to your ear, his whisper slightly muffled because of the mask. “I’m nowhere near finished with you. In fact, later you’ll be begging for me to stop.”
“P-Promise?” you mewl, on the edge, fighting so hard to keep your first orgasm at bay.
He leans back, his pace slowing intentionally as his hand wipes a stray tear from your eye. “I promise, now come for me.”
As he speaks, pleasure courses through your blood.
Mingi is mesmerized by the way your body convulses below him. He grits his teeth, keeping his own release in check as he fucks you through yours.
“Oh my g-god,” you cry out as he returns to his original unforgiving pace, refusing to give you a break.
“What did I say? We’re just getting started.” Lifting a leg onto his shoulder, he takes you from a deeper angle. One that has his tip hitting your cervix. Your eyes widen as the next orgasm already begins building.
“I think you deserve a necklace for being so obedient. What do you think, sweetheart?”
You nod, unable to form words, and his hands wrap around your neck. Both thumbs apply just enough pressure to the right spot so you see stars from the lack of oxygen.
“That’s it,” he groans, “You’re gonna come again, aren’t you?"
You don't even have to answer; your face shows it. The way you bite your lip in response urges him to go harder.
"I knew you were just a sick slut, needy for someone’s cock to stretch you out. No one sane would allow a stranger to break into their home and fuck them like this.”
His grip around your neck tightens.
“But you love it like this. You’re just as nasty as I am. And you take me so fucking well. Look at us.”
His grip around your neck loosens some, allowing you to glance down to where your bodies meet. You moan at the sight of his beast of a cock disappearing inside of you with ease. A bulge appears in your lower belly each time he thrusts.
“See me inside of you, filling you up?”
Unable to look away, your walls flutter around his length. Heat pools once again, this time squirting out of you uncontrollably. You toss your head back and grip the sheets between your fingers, knowing you’re on the verge of coming.
Mingi chuckles as you struggle to find a grasp on reality, but this is a fight you won’t win.
“You’re going to come again, even if you don’t want to,” Mingi sneers, releasing one of his hands from your neck, taking it to your clit. His thumb draws a few circles before pulling back to curl it and his middle finger together. He flicks your swollen bundle of nerves, and the sensation sends shockwaves through you. The pain soon turns into pleasure as he squeezes it between his fingers, and you’re done.
You scream out, your next orgasm crashing over you whether you want it to or not. This one coats his cock in a thick layer of your slick, the excess spilling out onto your sheets, leaving a damp spot.
That visual, along with the obscene sounds of skin smacking skin, has him teetering on the edge.
“I want you to come in me. Please come in me, please fill me up,” you beg as more tears fall. "I need it so bad. Please give it to me!"
“Fuck!” Mingi grunts, his lower abs tensing as his seed shoots into you. He fucks it further inside, wanting to claim every inch of you with his cum. His cockhead pulsates between your walls, which shudder around him one final time before you pass out from the intensity of it all.
Huh, that’s a first, he thinks.
You’re still breathing, so he’s less concerned. He’d be disappointed if he fucked you to death. His eyes scan over your face as his cock twitches inside you again, shooting out the last sting of his release.
He pulls himself out of you and takes off his mask, rubbing a hand over his sweaty face.
You gradually blink back into consciousness, and he smiles, revealing a gorgeous set of teeth against a beautiful mouth and an even more stunning face. You blink a few more times as you wake up, but your room is now empty.
If it wasn’t for the mess left between your legs, you might have wondered if this was all just a really good dream…
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