SYNOPSIS → Ghostface develops an extreme obsession with you, the infamous porn star named soft angel who so happens to be his classmate. The face of an angel and the body of a porn star.
TAGS/WARNINGS → pornstar!reader, dubcon, yandere!ghostface, blackmail, power play, porn addict!ghostface, porn mentioned, porn addiction mentioned, obsessive!ghostface, love struck!ghostface, hyperfem!reader, soft angel porn name, obsessive thoughts, horror porno, knife play, violent threats, ownership obsession, possessive!ghostface, yandere themes & a lot of pink for Valentine's day! @taylormarieee
AUTHOR’S NOTE → this story will be split into multiple parts and will be turned into a series. I'm sorry this took so long to write, this won the poll months ago. Thank you angels for your patience! also trying something different with the theme, tell me if you like it! comment if you want to be tagged in the next parts! [ VIEW IN LIGHT MODE FOR BETTER READING EXPERIENCE ]
DIVIDERS BY → @bernardsbendystraws @nicodefresas
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The stream starts and the chat floods in, your pink webcam blinking as you expose yourself to your fans. Your body was decorated with pink rope and ribbons, your hair was tied up perfectly in a hairstyle they voted on.
You lay down on your pretty pink bed, kicking your legs as you read the chat, looking like an innocent angel but you were far from innocent. You talk to them sweetly, acting like a saint as you expose your perfect tits for your fans.
The tight pink rope traveled along your chest, making your breasts the center of attention. The center of your chest had a pretty pink heart that showed your infamous tattoo that marked you, ‘soft angel'.
A light pink mask covered your face, masking your secret identity. You didn't want anyone to find out who you were, especially anyone who personally knew you.
“Happy early Valentine's day.” You say sweetly, giving the camera a little sweet kiss. Since they've been so generous recently, you wanted to give them a special live stream today.
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╰ Anonymous 51 » happy early valentine's day!
╰ David » cute ribbons. makes me want to pull them.
╰ User251 » pretty lips.
╰ JJ21 » be my valentine please!
You smile at the sweet words of your viewers, making their heart flutter with your angelic smile. You then pull out a realistic dildo, kissing the tip and leaving a lipstick stain. You pose for the camera innocently, kicking your feet as you position the camera, angling it so it could look like you were sucking the viewer's cock.
The chat praises you as you suck on the big dildo, your eyes sultry yet still had a glint of Innocence in them. Your warm tongue traveled along the big dildo, teasing the viewers as you gave them doe eyes.
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↬LOADING CHAT...
╰ Ethan99 » fuck, the kiss on the tip made me almost cum.
╰ Deranged Ghost » good slut.
╰ Camslut » the best early valentine's gift ever.
You kept sucking for the chat, moaning sweet names of the people who sent donations. Your cunt dripping with arousal, a puddle beneath you forming.
▶Perverted Daddy Has Sent A $20 Donation!
“Thank you, perverted daddy.” You thank one of your loyal donors, moaning his name sweetly as you lick the tip of the dildo, which motivates your chat to give more donations to hear you moan their name.
As the stream is filled with sweet kisses and donations, you received a huge donation from him. your love sick stalker.
▶Lovesick Anonymous Has Sent A $200 Donation!
╰ Lovesick anonymous: sweet angel.
You read his donation, accidentally moaning louder than you should as your heart fluttered. His sweet words always made your cunt throbbed, he always spent so much money on you. A puddle forms on the floor as you suck on the dildo, you close your eyes and pretend like it was his cock—the first time you pictured yourself sucking off one of your fans.
Your eyes flutter open as you hear the donation ping, he sent another generous donation.
▶ Lovesick Anonymous Has Sent Another $200 Donation!
╰ lovesick anonymous: cum for me, angel.
Your heart fluttered and you immediately obeyed, feeling a wave of ecstasy you've never felt before. Your hole pulsed, the urge to have a cock buried inside you has never felt so strong before.
You continue to flutter your eyes at the camera as cum drips down your inner thighs, the pink rope stained with your filth. You can only imagine who the lovesick anonymous was, what he was doing as he watched you ruin yourself for him.
More donations followed yet you didn't open your eyes for them, you only wanted to open your eyes for him.
An inbox ping suddenly came from your laptop behind the webcam, you can see the private messages filling your inbox, unaware that they were from your stalker.
Then you start to get private donations, the ping making your eyes flutter as you read the bone chilling words.
▶ Love sick Anonymous: you're mine, angel. I know where you live, maybe I'll come over and visit, Break your pretty angel wings and keep you forever. doesn't that sound lovely for a dumb pathetic angel like you?
His threat sends you shivers down your spine, your soft body trembling at the thought of him breaking in. You were overwhelmed, your mouth stopping as your eyes were wide and shaking.
You wanted to turn off the stream but he sends another large private donation.
▶Lovesick Anonymous Has Sent Another $200
╰ Lovesick anonymous: don't be scared, angel. keep sucking like a good angel, I'm almost finished.
Your cunt throbbed at his words, ignoring all the other fans as you keep sucking the dildo out of fear. Your body couldn't stop trembling at his threat, your soft moans muffled around the dildo. You were too scared to stop.
You tried your best for him, licking and sucking the dildo as if your life depended on it. And who knows? Maybe it did. Your heart couldn't stop beating yet you couldn't deny the puddle that was still forming beneath your drenched cunt.
Suddenly, you heard another ping, another big donation, the biggest donation anyone has ever sent to you.
▶Lovesick Anonymous Has Sent A $666 Donation!!
╰ Lovesick anonymous: good girl.
His generous donation made your heart flutter. You've never felt your heart actually skip a beat until now. And fuck, that much money?
You couldn't help but feel flustered by the praise from your anonymous fan. The amount of money he sent you made your eyes sparkle.
“Thank you, Lovesick for your generous donation.” You can feel your heart beating in your chest, your trembling eyes staring at the webcam as you wondered who this lovesick anonymous was and if he really did know where you lived.
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You had turned off the livestream, still trembling from your stalker’s threat. You opened your laptop and immediately noticed that you had received a Love Mail from Lovesick anonymous.
warnings: mention of torture (not reader), planned stalking.
prompt inspired by @jadedstarlight03 's prompt to @creepyyanderegirl on yandere stu with artistic reader. I liked it and took my own spin with it since I simp for Billy too.
"I admired your sketch!"
The cursive note, adorned with a smiley face, stared back at you, earning an A+ grade on your inaugural in-class creative writing assignment at Woodsboro High. As a newcomer, you had hoped your depictions of characters like Garfield and Scooby Doo would endear you to the teachers, and it appeared they did. Sketched in red pen and colored with pastel pink highlighter, your drawings grinned up at you, surrounded by tiny glitter hearts.
"Oh, those are wicked!"
The cute blonde girl seated behind you leaned over your shoulder, her minty breath fanning into your face as she praised, "Do you draw a lot? Did you do those in class? It's pretty fast if you did."
"Yeah! I started doing art last year, but you get better and faster with practice," you replied with a warm smile, eager to make your first friend. "I think these took about 3-4 minutes each."
Your face warmed as she leaned closer, her chest lightly pressing against your back as she inspected your paper. She pointed to the little hearts, "Those are so cute!" Her approving face turned toward you as she introduced herself, "I'm Tatum."
"I'm ____," you replied, pleased to make introductions effortlessly. The teacher's allowance for 5 minutes of free time before class's end was a welcome opportunity for socializing.
"You should join my friends and me after our next class for lunch; maybe some of us will be in your classes!"
"That would be so nice," you said, relief evident in your voice. "I'm honestly pretty shy, so making friends can be intimidating."
Her dazzling smile accompanied her words, "Perfect! If you have Chemistry next with Mr. Scott, I'll show you where it is if you don't already know."
"Um," you leaned down to your backpack, sifting through your new student documents to find your schedule. "Oh, it's actually history with Ms. Johnson."
"Hmm," Tatum leaned back, crossing her legs as she thought. "I think Billy has that class. Maybe if you leave a little early, you can catch him. He's the guy with the, uh," she seemed to struggle for words, "grunge hairstyle? I think he's wearing a dark red t-shirt today if that helps. He's a little grumpy sometimes, though, so if you're too nervous or he's mean, we'll look for you at lunch."
The bell rang, and students not already congregating by the door got up to leave. You neatly tucked your graded paper into its designated folder and stood, slinging your backpack over your shoulder as Tatum rose in tandem.
"I'll try!" you said with a giggle, even though meeting Billy made you nervous. "It was nice to meet you."
"You too," Tatum said, pulling a pack of gum from her bag and offering you a piece before you left. "I think your next class should be in that building, right? I’m not sure if you had it yesterday or if it’s a Tuesday-Thursday class."
Thanking her again, you made sure your Discman had the CD you liked the most before connecting your headphones and heading off in that direction. You'd only have a few minutes of music, but it was worth it!
After finding your next class, you lingered around the door since you were early, hoping to at least place who Billy was from Tatum's description. After a moment of trying to not look awkward as you stood around, you spotted him.
He did have a grungier hair style, reminding you of a movie star you'd seen on TV recently. It threatened to fall in his eyes as he stalked towards the door, a bored look on his face. Now that you noticed him more, it was hard to ignore that he had a pretty face. Trying to not overthink it now that you realized you thought he was kind of cute, you pulled your headphones down from your ears until they hung around your neck as he came closer to the class.
When he noticed you looking at him as he drew closer, his eyes narrowed suspiciously, the scowl on his face deepening and making you feel even more nervous.
"Hi," you said somewhat sheepishly, "I'm ___. I'm new and met Tatum in my last class. You must be Billy."
His eyebrow raises and his eyes soften, but the scowl remains, “Oh?”
“Yeah…” you trail off a little, unsure of what to say since his response was sort of dry, “I’m from the more southern part of the state and we moved up here for my dad’s new job. I hear you guys experience the seasons up here so I’m excited to see them! The leaves never change in the fall where I’m from.”
His dark brown eyes have been boring into yours as you speak, making your face feel warm for the second time today. They dart down to the folder in your hands and he smirks as he says, “That’s cool.”
For your history folder, you’d tried to paint torsos and busts like the ancient historic statues from Greece and Rome you’d seen in a National Geographic magazine on the cover. They were naked torsos, but you had tried to make the nipples on the women look less prominent to avoid getting into trouble. If you had any sense, you’d have depicted something else to entirely avoid the possibility of getting into trouble, but you’d gotten irritated at the idea of censoring art.
“Oh, thank you! I hope I don’t get shit for the nudity, but I guess I could probably give them all clothes if I need to.”
He nods towards the classroom and you notice the hallways are getting quieter, “We should head in. There’s a couple empty seats near me.”
Ms. Johnson's strategy to get the kids interested in history was to start with the brutality of the medieval age, it seemed; with diagrams of the torture methods they created being the highlight of her second class after syllabus day.
The history class, guided by Ms. Johnson's unwavering enthusiasm, delved into the unsettling corners of medieval history. As the lesson progressed, she took a moment to present an image of a haunting artifact, projecting it onto the screen for the entire class to see.
"Now, can anyone tell me what this is?" Ms. Johnson asked, gesturing to the screen. It was a grotesque device, an iron contraption with a cold, heartless design. Sharp spikes protruded inward, forming a cage around the wearer's head. The unsettling silence lingered as the class peered at the image, growing discomfort palpable.
To everyone's surprise, ____ confidently raised her hand, her eyes betraying an unexpected depth of knowledge.
"It's called the Scold's Bridle," she answered, her voice steady. "An oppressive device designed to silence women who dared to speak their minds. The spikes prevented any speaking, ensuring their voices remained stifled."
Billy arched an eyebrow, intrigued. "How do you know about that?"
____ shrugged, a nonchalant smile playing on her lips. "I read a lot. History isn't just about dates and battles; it's about the struggles people faced, especially women, and respecting the challenges they went through."
Billy's skepticism softened as he nodded slightly. "Guess history is more twisted than we think."
____ leaned towards him slightly, a smile on her face that didn't quite reach her eyes and made his spine tingle slightly, "Oh, you have no idea."
"Ah, ____," Ms. Johnson said with genuine admiration and ____'s attention snapped back to her, "Impressive knowledge there. I'm eager to see your thoughts on this in more detail, perhaps in an essay. It's always refreshing when students connect with the material on a deeper level."
"Now, let's delve further into the complexities of medieval society. How these devices were not only instruments of physical torment but also symbolic of the societal norms of the time."
The lesson continued, and ____ slowly flipped through her sketchbook to find a fresh page, seemingly reviewing her previous art briefly as she did so. Billy faced the board, but his eyes were turned downward, toward ____'s hands. He caught a glimpse of previous drawings – a mix of cartoon characters and a few creepier depictions.
Angry faces splattered with red marks resembling blood and figures wearing intimidating masks (or just freaks with the scariest faces ever) caught his eye. Intrigued, he discreetly watched as she began absentmindedly sketching the torture devices described in class as she listened, switching out her pens to smear red ink on them. He caught his scoff before he uttered it when he realized she was drawing the devices in glitter pens, her eyes flickering from the images on the screen to back down at her paper.
He must have been too obvious, leaning in too closely or being too pointed with his staring now because she had flipped to a fresh page and locked eyes, an unreadable expression across her face. There was a pause before she tucked her sketchbook into her bag and turned her attention back towards the board.
Billy felt a mischievous idea forming in his head as he let his eyes linger on her, knowing she could probably see him staring in her peripheral. If she wasn't thrilled about him seeing her portfolio, perhaps there was more hiding in that sketchbook than just cutesy cartoons. It could be amusing for him and Stu to explore her place once they found out where she lived, hunting for more art she wasn't ready to showcase while they scoped out their new potential victim. If the glimpses of what he saw when she had flipped through it implied there was anything more beneath her vanilla exterior, Billy was confident that he and Stu could uncover it.
As the bell rang, she turned to him with what he'd call friendly eyes, the strange demeanor now gone, "Are you hungry or what? Is the cafeteria food at Woodsboro High edible or would I be better off hunting a bird?"
He huffed, "You'd be better off starving." Nodding towards the door, he started towards it, hardly waiting for ____ to collect her bag, "Maybe Randy will be enough of a simp to offer you whatever his mommy made for him."
Noticing the disdain Billy seemed to have for Randy's mother but feeling too tentative about the potential for conflict to ask more about it, ____ decided to leave it alone and hurry after him into the now bustling hallway.
𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 → ❝ I wanna feel the rush, I wanna taste the crush, I wanna get you going. I wanna lay you down, I wanna string you out, I wanna make you mine. ❞
➢ You chose knife play, ghostface loves the choice, knife play is his favorite.
There you were, face to face once again. His breathing was heavy under that mask, his heart thumped faster and faster, and you could feel his eyes marking your skin as if they were his blade. Behind him, you noticed the webcam already set up, and on your screen, there was the premiere of your special little livestream.
There was already a queue filled with thousands of your fans, all waiting to witness your defilement once more.
Thump, thump, thump. Your heartbeat quickened as your body remained still until, suddenly, he pulled you into his warm embrace.
He held you tight in his arms and mumbled, “I missed you so much.” His gentle embrace surprised you a bit. He spoke to you in a soft, loving tone. You wanted to return that love. You wanted to make him yours
“I missed you too,” you held him tighter and looked up at him with your angelic eyes, “I hope I didn’t keep you waiting for too long.”
He chuckled lightly, “Don’t worry, angel. You didn’t keep me waiting for long.”
His deep voice enchanted you; it was a mystery who was under that mask, and you started to wonder what his true voice sounded like. Interrupting your thoughts, he gently held your hips and guided you back to your bed. You missed his touch. It felt strangely sweet to have his gloved hands on you once again, after all of these years of running away from his suffocating grasp.
Your lovesick man held you close as you both sat on your bed. He gently held your chin as he looked at your eyes, then his gaze lowered to your bruised lips.
With a tender caress, he brushed his gloved fingers against your swollen, bruised lip, applying just enough pressure to draw a trickle of blood. He loved the color on you; it complemented your lips well, and he wanted to see more. His gaze lowered to your wound, fresh blood was forming under your bandage—he wanted a taste.
He lowered his head and lifted his mask enough to reveal his soft, pretty lips. He kissed your wound lovingly. Each soft kiss stung. “How is your wound? Does it hurt, my doll?”
“Only a little.” You lied, the wound was extremely painful, but with each stinging kiss he laid with his lips, the throbbing pain was washed with sweet comfort.
He continued to kiss your wound as he held you tightly, “I'll take care of you, babydoll.”
You loved the way he called you babydoll; it made your heart’s wings flutter like crazy. He removed his arms from your body and turned around, putting the mask back in its place. You watched as he grabbed a pink first aid kit that he had brought with him, pink again.. cute.
After he gathered what he needed, he slowly took off your bandage. You winced in pain and squirmed a little, but you tried to stay still for him. He sweetly reassured you with his soft touch as he cleaned up your wound.
He was very gentle as he applied ointment on it; you felt so taken care of, so spoiled. A fresh bandage, he applied, one in the shape of a heart.
“There we go,” he lifted his mask once again and kissed your new bandage, “my sweet angel should be healing soon.”
Thump, thump, thump—those sweet kisses were making your sensitive glass heart beat too much. You stared at his pretty lips and then his mask with your innocent doe-eyes. How could a violent and sick man hurt you, and then be so gentle with you afterwards?
“I'm sorry for being so rough last night,” he apologized softly, “you know I love you too much. I just couldn't help it.”
He took his time to examine every little wound and scar on your body. Each stroke of his knife created such a pretty mark that he loved to admire. You felt so timid and small under his grasp and under his control over you. He could do anything he wanted to you, and you would love it. You belonged to him.
“It's okay, I belong to you. You could do anything you want to me.”
His heart fluttered at your response.
His attention was kept on your body, his gloved fingers feeling so cold against your skin. You wanted to see behind the mask badly, wanting to see where his eyes followed. You could feel his eyes trailing down your pretty skin, his hands joined and groping your tits, groaning at how good they felt in his hands. His bulge was pressed up against your skirt, leaking out precum and making himself a sticky mess. He was practically humping your leg like a dog in heat, pathetically whimpering with each little thrust against your body.
He was so pathetic, you thought to yourself, he was a mess for you. You bit your lip, your legs slightly parting as your nipples hardened with his frantic grasp. He wanted to be inside of you already.
“Take your clothes off.” He commanded. You obeyed, without a single thought or hesitation in your eyes.
You were so good for him.
You slowly took off your clothes, carefully pulling the shirt over your head as you didn't want to ruin your bandages.
Then you noticed his sharp blade set aside on your nightstand, and you squeezed your legs immediately. You imagined it kissing your pretty skin again, the sharp blade dipping its tip into your flesh. You wanted him to cut you again, to mark you again. He noticed your gaze on the knife and smirked under the mask. He knew you wanted to be marked once more, and he couldn't wait to give you what you wanted. He slowly walked towards you as you sat on the bed like an obedient doll, placing his gloved fingers on your chin and tilting your pretty head.
“Are you ready to film, soft angel?”
You nodded like the angel you were. Your heart was beating so fast, you couldn't wait to film.
He noticed your excitement, and you earned an amused hum, “You're adorable.”
His praise made your heart beat faster.
“Now, since you've been so good for me, I'll let you choose the concept of our special livestream today.”
Your heart stopped. You get to choose this time?
Your eyes immediately darted to his blade that rested on your nightstand, but you hesitated to say what you wanted. What if you regret it? Don't you feel guilty for wanting to play with the same blade that took the lives of your friends?
But you wanted this, you wanted this badly.
He noticed your hesitation immediately and gripped your chin, “Use your words, angel.”
Thump, thump, thump. It was hard to open your mouth to say what you wanted. You felt guilty and ashamed, and most of all—filthy. Your face flushed red as his face was so close to yours.
“I want...” your eyes lay on the blade again, “I choose knife play.”
He smiled at your choice. Knifeplay was his favorite.
“Perfect choice.”
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♡ marrk » wow we're getting spoiled
♡ sick&sadistic » another stream??
♡ twisteddoll » rest when you can soft angel! <3
♡ suicidalangel » you look so pretty today
♡ olderdilff » another stream w ghostface!
♡ ickyan0nym0us » hii
♡ candycoatedcxnt » helloooo
♡ alwayshigh » ghostface again??
♡ emoboy22 » I love you soft angel!
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You silently gasped at how many people had been waiting in the queue, watching the viewers flood into the chat. There were so many people watching..
“Welcome, angels, I'm Ghostface, and today our star will be hosting a special live stream for her special fans.”
Ghostface introduced you to your fans as he stood right behind your chair, while you sat down like a prize waiting to be unraveled.
You were styled differently today, wearing black instead of your signature soft pink. Black ribbons were decorated along your chest, carefully covering your bandage. You also wore simple black heels and a black lingerie set that he specifically bought for this stream.
You felt completely spoiled, and more vulnerable than ever.
“My sweet angel, would you be so kind as to explain what we're doing today?”
As you were about to respond, you felt the sharp tip of his blade poking your back, warning you, daring you to say anything. You gulped silently, straightening your back as he threatened you. Behind the camera, there were lines pre-written just for you—if you improvise, he'll let his knife kiss your spine.
You carefully read out your lines, “Today, my lovely angels, we're going to dabble in some light knife play.”
While you reveal the theme, Ghostface holds the knife carefully close to your delicate throat, which makes your heart skip a beat. The blade was so close, it felt so intimate as the edge of the knife kissed your pretty skin.
You wanted him to paint your pretty skin red.
The chat approves of your theme for today's stream.
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♡ twintwin » is knife play even allowed on this website
♡ masochistdoll » I love knife play
♡ angelfreakshow » good choice <3
♡ dirtywh0re» Do you accept private streams?
♡ yvngslut » ghostface!!
♡ cockaddict » you gained so many fans over night
♡ nessajyu » knife play!!
♡ streamarirang » you look amazing today soft angel
♡ tooold4u » hi
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As you read the chat, your lovesick lover couldn't keep his hands off of you, groping your chest possessively as he read the chat as well. The knife to your throat felt sharper with each comment and your body seemed to become more delicate and submissive with each dangerous touch.
He was becoming more and more jealous. Remember, he's sensitive.
“Alright, you remember the rules, right angel?” he whispers into your ear, “stay still, be a good angel for me and you won't get hurt too badly.”
You nodded your head like an obedient puppy, looking into the mask with your big, pretty eyes, completely brainwashed at this point.
“What's your safe word?”
You thought for a second, what should the safe word be?
Red? No, that's too basic.
Oh, I know.
“Lovesick.”
You could hear a small chuckle beneath his mask, and his possessive touch grew more frantic. The simple mention of the word "lovesick" acted as a trigger; it was, after all, his special name.
“Good choice, angel. Let's start, shall we?”
He grabbed your hair with one hand and gripped the handle of the blade with the other, and slowly traced your collarbones with it, being so careful, yet you could feel his hands trembling with a desire to cut and stab. It felt so intoxicating to let him play with you with his knife when he could easily end your pathetic life with a single stroke.
Suddenly, a donation ping comes from the screen before you both. Multiple donations had come in, and many, many, many messages.
His grip became tighter, and the edge of the blade kissed your skin more, earning a cute wince from your lips. “Go ahead, read the donations, Soft angel.”
You did what you were told, quickly reading the donations that popped up on the screen.
♡── Sick&Sadistic Has Sent An $80 Donation──♡
╰┈➤ I hope you took care of your wounds from the last stream. Take care of yourself, soft angel!
Oh, how sweet. It felt rare to have a viewer who actually cared about you.
“Thank you, sick and sadistic, for the lovely donation! Don't worry, we did proper wound care right after the stream. Thank you for your concern, though, angel.”
The blade traveled down your thighs, then made its way to your new lingerie. With a sudden movement, he cut the lingerie from your body, revealing your bare tits and cunt to your fans so suddenly. It earned a whimper from your sweet mouth, making his dick even harder.
“Keep reading.” He ordered.
You listened immediately, looking back to the screen to read the next donation.
♡──Perverted Daddy Has Sent A $200 Donation──♡
╰┈➤ Buy yourself something nice today, doll.
Ah, perverted daddy, he was your second top donor, always second to your lovesick anonymous. He was sweet, and his donations were never small. That was enough to tick Ghostface off. Then suddenly, you got an idea. It wasn't a smart idea, but you wanted to feel the rush.
𝑨𝑼𝑻𝑯𝑶𝑹'𝑺 𝑵𝑶𝑻𝑬 → THIS CHAPTER WILL BE SPLIT IN TWO PARTS | [ VIEW IN LIGHT MODE FOR BETTER READING EXPERIENCE ]
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🖱️ 𝑪𝑳𝑰𝑪𝑲 𝑻𝑶 𝑭𝑰𝑳𝑴 𝑺𝑶𝑭𝑻 𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑬𝑳 🖱️
You read the two love letters you picked up first, they were full of his love-sick words and confessions of his devoted love to you—written in his signature pink, of course.
As you were reading over the letters, your nose picked up a sweet scent of strawberries and cherries—scented paper as well? cute. It made your heart beat so fast, and after each soft thump, you felt yourself falling in love with him more and more.
You threw down the letters and picked up the others; there were so many, all carefully sealed in their envelopes. It looks as if he was storing these for years, all waiting to be opened by you. Your hands wandered and picked one that stood out to you most. The envelope was a deeper shade of pink than the others. You wondered if it was intentional.
The hot pink envelope was heavier than the others, decorated with lipstick-stained kisses and signed with his signature, lovesick anonymous. Did he make these kisses himself? That's sweet…
You finally opened the envelope, and your gaze was met with a vulgar and disturbing picture of you, actually multiple disturbing pictures of you.
They were all recent, a couple of days before Valentine's Day, you could tell because of the clothes you were wearing, it was a perfectly good fit wasted on a boring day.
He visited you that night, and you never knew. You wondered how many more times he visited you in the middle of the night without your acknowledgement. It frightened you, of course, it frightened you terribly. Your bruised legs trembled at the thought of him having such easy access to you, but it also deeply aroused you in a way you've never been before.
Your body ached for his touch again, your back slightly arching as you looked through the perverted photos of you. He wore that infamous robe of his, which blended into the dark room. He had his blade to your throat in one of the photos, making sure you wouldn't move as the shiny tip of his dick leaked onto your pretty lips, the strings of precum dragging along your soft cheeks, all of it deeply arousing you, in a sick and twisted way.
His tip was flushed red, throbbing, and aching as he pressed it against your barely open mouth. The picture was a bit blurry as well, almost as if he was having trouble keeping his hand still.
You flipped the photo, and there was writing on the back—actually, there was writing on the back of all of these photos.
❝My sleeping angel. You look the prettiest when you're vulnerable.❞
You squeezed your legs immediately; his perverted words had such control over your body. You wanted more. You flipped all the photos and were met with so many sweet and filthy words.
❝Your lips felt so good against my tip. I wanted to fuck your mouth right then and there, but I'll wait patiently.❞
You touched your lips, feeling a tingling sense of violation and filth, yet it filled you with lust.
❝I wonder if you'll notice the hickey I gave you on your inner thigh. I doubt it. You tasted so sweet, though, I'll keep giving you kisses until you realize it's me.❞
Inner thigh? You had never noticed. It made you squeeze your legs even more. You slowly let your other hand wander down your body, tracing your inner thigh and wishing he were here right now, between your legs, with that mask devoid of eyes.
You bit your bottom lip, almost hard enough to draw a sweet drop of blood, and you kept reading, wondering which other disturbing things he had to say about you.
❝I tasted you tonight. You'll never know how sweet your moans were. But I'll always remember..❞
The thought of him crawling between your legs in the middle of the night, taking off his mask, and eating your wet cunt as you were passed out made you feel sick, yet so wet. You couldn't help but imagine the feeling of his soft, warm tongue against your wet slits, holding you down as he devoured you.
You wanted more. You wanted him. Your hand traveled down to your abused and drenched cunt. You could still feel him inside, leaving his mark deep within you. You remembered the way he groped your tits as he fucked you, the way he whispered dirty little words into your ear as he ruined you in front of thousands.
So many of your perverted fans got off to your defilement; he knew they would enjoy it, and he had this planned for too long.
You got up from the bed and walked to your closet, pulling out a pink box decorated with rhinestones. It was a box full of your favorite sex toys. You picked your favorite one—a pink vibrator that always pleasured you enough. You sat back down on the bed, wondering if he was watching you right now. He hadn't made his presence known since he left. The cameras he installed in your room must be hidden well; you couldn't spot any, but you still wanted to put on a show for him. You wanted to entertain him, show him that you do want him, and think about him.
So, you turned the vibrator on and pressed it against your clit, immediately moaning softly as you leaned against it. It felt so fucking good. Your pussy ached for him, fluttering with each thought of him.
You looked at the letters as you pleasured yourself, desperately hoping to find more perverted photos and letters.
A soft pink envelope had caught your eye, and as you brought it towards you, you felt an item inside. You carefully opened it, not wanting to damage anything precious that he bought you.
You gasped softly as you pulled out a custom-made Tiffany & Co pink diamond necklace, with the name; soft angel. It was absolutely gorgeous and made just for you. You felt your heart thumping out of your chest, almost matching the rhythm of your pulsing cunt, and you could almost feel your pupils turning into hearts.
It must have been expensive, you thought to yourself.
More expensive than anything you've ever owned.
The diamond was your favorite shade of pink too, you didn't know how he knew, but it didn't matter. You absolutely loved it.
You stopped masturbating and immediately wrapped it around your throat, looking into your mirror and loving the way the pink diamond looked against your pretty skin. It was perfect.
You picked up the envelope it came in, carefully pulling out a letter that he had written for you.
❝I love you. I am hopelessly devoted to you from the moment my blade kissed your heart. It wasn't just that first stab that made me fall for you, it was those angelic eyes that did the trick. You are such a soft and sweet delicate thing. So soft and messy. Nobody will take care of you, nobody knows how. I want to take care of you. I want to take you away. I want to hold you and stain your body with my harsh devoted kisses.
Oh, my sweet angel. You are holy and angelic. I don't deserve a beautiful creature like you. I know the past haunts you, I know I haunt you. I know I hurt you. Let me kiss the pain away, I promise, I'll make you feel better. I'll make you feel safe. I'll make you mine. Please be patient with me, I can be quite lovesick.❞
Thump, thump, thump. You hear your heart beat like a drum. That letter was beautiful. Your heart couldn't stop beating. You didn't know how many times you needed him to say it, or needed him to prove it, but it finally got through your little head of yours that he really was serious when he said that he was lovesick.
He was truly in love with you.
In a way, you wanted to return his love, to devote yourself to him as you were forcefully formed to be, but there was a tiny part of you that still wanted to run away from his suffocating grasp.
It was fate, you thought to yourself.
You were meant to be his.
And that's all that matters anymore.
You couldn't escape him; you tried, maybe you would have tried harder in another life, but just for once, you wanted to surrender. You've been running from him your whole life, hiding away in this isolated dorm room, being scared to make any new friends, becoming a porn star—it was all because of him, and that haunting mask. That ghost-like presence. That stupid, cruel laugh that sends a high through your body. A high that feels so heavy and smothering, yet it makes you feel alive.
All those years ago, when he had killed your friends and stabbed you, it felt as if you had died with them. You no longer felt the urge to keep going—how could you when you were the only one who survived—if he didn't kill you, then the guilt slowly did.
For so long, you longed for him to finish the job, for him to find you and to thrust that knife a little deeper this time, but instead, he fell in love with you. That first stab was just a beginning, and he craved for more.
And maybe, you started to crave more, too.
Suddenly, small droplets of blood dripped into the letter, staining the paper red. You then looked at your wound on your chest, the one he inflicted upon you and reopened. It was bleeding once again, and it had stained the pink diamond. You panicked and took it off, putting it on your table near your bed, not wanting to taint it with your blood even more.
Your soft fingers traced the opened wound, a sting traveling through your body as you touched it. It wasn't a deep cut, yet it still stung so easily. You remembered the way his blade kissed you, the way it ripped your tatted skin open and spilled crimson red blood, just the way it did with your friends.
The blood had dried now, yet it still remained on your chest. You traced the stained blood, loving the way it looked against your skin, it made you feel he was still with you now, touching you and marking your body. It aroused you, deeply. You picked up your vibrator again and tucked yourself under your stained pink sheets, bringing the vibrator to your clit and turning it on. You imagined him on top of you, staring at you with that terrifying mask on, with a blade against your chest. You imagined him slowly pushing the sharp knife deeper and deeper against your pretty skin, slowly drawing more blood from your fragile body.
Mmmfhm.. Soft moans slipped from your pretty lips, moans you've never heard come from your mouth before. You continued to imagine him holding your legs wide apart and repeatedly thrusting his cock inside of you, over and over again.
You remembered how filthy it felt when he took your virginity and fucked you for the first time, you were extremely wet, your pussy dripping with arousal as he forced himself inside of your hole.
His precum was extremely sticky and you missed the way it felt against your body, how with each thrust you felt the cold string of precum sticking to your pussy lips.
You remembered how he gave you a choice, to let him pop your cherry or not. You wondered if you had chosen the other option, would he have taken you anyways? Would he have killed you?
The thought of him forcing himself on you disgustingly made you thrust against the vibrator more, desperately chasing your orgasm. Then suddenly an idea popped up in your mind. You grabbed the pink camera that he had in the basket and began to position yourself.
Then you pressed play. You were still bare and stained with blood. You looked like a mess to be honest, your hair was ruined, and you cried all of your makeup off, but you knew he would love this. So you placed the camera in your best angle and laid down on the bed like a pretty princess, making sure the camera captures every part of your body.
You continue to play with yourself while touching your wound, winching and twitching with each little stroke as you stained your fingertips red. You didn't know what you were doing anymore, but it felt unreasonably good to press your fingers into your wound, letting the blood spill a little more all over your chest.
The blood dripped slowly like rain droplets down your aching body, the sensation adding more to the intense pleasure. You looked at the camera like a submissive doll, batting your lashes and moaning his name, “Ghostface..” You moaned loudly, but not too loud, you didn't want anyone to hear you.
You kept thinking about the frantic kisses he gave you, the way he devoured your mouth with his tongue as if he was born to do it. You missed the way his smooth gloved fingers felt along your soft body, and the way his fingers felt when he fucked you with them to stretch you open.
You remembered the way he reassured you everything would be okay while he plunged his cock into you over and over again, even as you were whining and trembling like an injured fawn.
Then, you remembered how he fucked your mouth with his big, veiny cock—his pretty pink tip stretching your lips and used your mouth like a sex toy. He held your head so gently, yet so possessively. Your tongue was repulsed in that moment, but now it was aching for the taste of him.
He tasted strangely sweet, bitter but sweet.
Ghostface..
You missed him. You wanted him now more than ever. It was getting late. You should have gone to bed now, you had a class in the afternoon and you know you never get up in time, yet you kept playing with yourself, desperately needing more and more.
“Ghostface..Mhfm.. I need you.”
You felt your climax approaching, you immediately bucked your hips and moaned as softly, and filthy as you could for the cameras for him. The orgasm washed over your body, making you twitch and close your eyes. It felt so fucking amazing. You tried to look pretty for the camera, but you were too distracted with the pleasure that took over you. It felt like a wave of ecstacy, a high you've never felt before.
Then, it went away so fast. You whined, no no no, you wanted more. But you knew you needed to go to bed. It was getting late and your body was already an aching mess.
You stopped recording and looked at the footage on the camera, and the pictures you took; you looked like a mess, pathetically humping your vibrator as you moaned his name, touching the wound he inflicted on you as you got off on every sting.
You shook your head and put the camera away, it was time to go to bed before you do anything more pathetic. You'll show him the footage the next time he breaks in.
You didn't bother to clean the mess, too exhausted, you had a long day after all. Your stalker came back to haunt you, cut you with that same blade that took your friend's lives, and popped your cherry, possibly traumatizing you even more but besides that, It was the best Valentine's gift ever.
You laid in your bed, the blood now dry. You were completely filthy, yet you were too tired to get up to shower or clean your wound properly.
For once, you just wanted to rest and imagine his cruel embrace.
For once, you felt safe.
Even if it was with that cruel man.
It was everything you wanted.
Your eyes flutter open and you are hit with a huge wave of pain, groaning as you feel consumed by it. It was everywhere, but there was a stinging pain on your chest.
You groaned as you forced yourself to get up, surprisingly it wasn't late, it was early actually. You could barely sleep with the amount of pain you were in afterall.
The pain was unbearable, you quickly got up and looked to your right—there were pain pills perfectly placed for you right on your nightstand. He must have visited you in your sleep again. How sweet..
You quickly swallowed three pills, hoping it would wash the pain away. But you weren't just in pain, you were filthy all over. You needed a shower badly. But before you did, you received a notification on your new phone. The one he bought for you.
You grabbed it and turned it on, silently gasping at the wallpaper he chose. It was a vulgar picture of you and him, a picture of him posing with your unconscious body. You had no idea when this was taken, it must have been just a few weeks ago. What a pervert.. You had to change that soon.
You unlocked your phone and you were met with so many messages, all from him. He was the only one in your contacts. He was saved under, lovesick anonymous, of course.
꧁ᬊᬁ LOVESICK ANONYMOUS ᬊ᭄꧂
❝Good morning angel.❞
❝Did you sleep well? I'm sorry that I left in a rush. I got too excited.❞
❝Did you take the pills I gave you? I hope you did, doll. I paid a visit early in the morning. I'm sorry I couldn't properly attend to your wound. I'll do it today, I promise.❞
❝I watched you last night. I watched you read my letters. I watched everything. You were so good for me. I need you too. Please reply soon. I miss you.❞
Your face immediately flushed red, he watched you the whole time. You looked around and realized the camera was also missing. He must have taken it already.
Then suddenly, another message popped up.
꧁ᬊᬁ LOVESICK ANONYMOUS ᬊ᭄꧂
❝You should check your porn blog, you're trending.❞
You read his last message and heat washed over your face.
Fuck, you were trending?
You immediately ran to your computer, turning it on and quickly logging into your porn blog. Then your glass heart shattered.
You were trending #1 all over the website.
You weren't supposed to be this known, you thought to yourself.
It wasn't supposed to get this far.
There were so many messages in your inbox, you had received twice the amount of messages and donations in the last twenty hours and had gained double the amount of followers.
Then you clicked on your recent livestream that was trending #1 everywhere — and your glass heart shattered even more, if that was even possible.
One million views. It was too many, and the thumbnail was humiliating, yet it turned you on so much. So many people got off to your defilement, and too many people had watched.
Then suddenly you receive love mail from your lovesick anonymous,
SYNOPSIS → Your Lovesick Anonymous who so happens to be the infamous Ghostface is your Valentine's date after several threatening messages.
READ PART ONE → ➢ Face Of An Angel
TAGS/WARNINGS → pornstar!reader, dubcon, yandere!ghostface, blackmail, power play, porn addict!ghostface, porn mentioned, porn addiction mentioned, obsessive!ghostface, love struck!ghostface, hyperfem!reader, soft angel porn name, obsessive thoughts, horror porno, knife play, violent threats, mentions of trauma, ownership obsession, possessive!ghostface, yandere themes & a lot of pink! Happy Valentine's Day <3
As you press accept, you receive countless love letters and lovesick anonymous messages from him. You picked the right choice.
Your heart pounded like a little dove trying to escape her cage. Your eyes scanned across your screen, the pink bright light reflecting in your doe eyes.
Did you make the right choice? You thought to yourself. Or did you just put yourself in a cage and gave your stalker the key?
The amount of love letters on your screen were overwhelming. The pink anonymous lovesick messages flood your screen, glitching and breaking your computer. The messages were filled with violent love letters, oh such sweet words were used to describe you.
Angel, little dove, doll, his little porn star.
He acted as if he owned you. As if because you were a porn star, he had every right to claim your body, the one you've exposed so many times to him. Horror porn fantasizes, gore and pictures of his precious little victims fill your inbox, making the knot in your stomach tighten even more.
What the fuck have you gotten yourself into?
You look away as soon as you see the countless pictures of gore he sent you, his pretty little victims covered in blood and ribbons, just for you.
Think of it as a little present.
You try to click off the screen, trying to press the x but it doesn't work. Your computer was completely frozen as your hands started to sweat.
Then all of a sudden, your computer flashes bright pink with him on the screen. Him in that mask of terror. The same mask he used to terrorize you so many years ago. Your pretty doll eyes trembled as you backed away from your computer screen. He was watching you. He's been watching you and not just from your live streams, but from your computer. You've been his trapped little dove for longer than you've known, entertaining him as you expose yourself everyday in front of that computer everyday.
And you thought he was just a fucking creep sending threats to scare you, but he was so much fucking worse.
He was the person that violated you so many years ago, your stomach aches as you remember how sweetly he twisted that knife into you, whispering sweet words as your trembling eyes couldn't move away from your friend's dead bodies on the floor.
Why couldn't he just leave you alone?
He already ruined your life, he brutally took everything away from you and he wanted more. He was starving for you and you were already trapped in his cage, waiting pathetically to be ripped apart by him.
Your heart aches, the urge to run away and hide filled it yet you couldn't move. You were frozen in fear, your heart pounding as your room got quiet. Way too fucking quiet.
Then you hear a ping from your phone. It was from him.
꧁ᬊᬁ LOVESICK ANONYMOUS ᬊ᭄꧂
Go to sleep, little dove. I won't hurt you just yet. Get some rest, I'll see you tomorrow for Valentine's Day.
Oh, how sweet. Maybe you were falling for him.
You wake up the next morning, your unsettling anxiety filled you. You felt haunted by the masked man whose presence was a haunting shadow that lingered in your life. You felt his eyes on you, his dark cold eyes clinging onto your skin.
Your eyes flickered at your computer screen, the screen still distorted and overflowing with his relentless love confessions.
You rose from your pink messy bed, your feet hesitant as you don't even feel safe in your own room anymore. You look at your computer, a new message has popped up. A sweet morning message with a threat laced with it.
The words twisted within you like a dagger, a reminder of the power he wielded over your very being. You knew you couldn't run from him, he was watching you. Your heart almost fluttered. In a sick twisted way, it was romantic.
He then sent another message through your phone.
꧁ᬊᬁ LOVESICK ANONYMOUS ᬊ᭄꧂
Happy Valentine's Day Angel. Will you get dolled up for me?
Oh. Did your heart just flutter?
Was the trapped little dove’s heart fluttering for him already?
You yearned to reply with a sweet yes, yet you restrained yourself. How utterly pathetic it would be to doll yourself for the psychopath who had mercilessly taken your friends. And yet, insatiably, your body betrays you, responding with an intensity that shivers at his mere existence. It feels as though he possesses you entirely, your very soul branded by his tainted touch long ago, an indelible mark of obsession that you cannot escape.
You shamefully respond with a submissive yes, your body and heart betraying you. You could feel him luring you in deeper and deeper, his hands roaming all over you as you allow him to.
꧁ᬊᬁ LOVESICK ANONYMOUS ᬊ᭄꧂
Good Girl.
His response made your heart flutter and your cunt throb. Fuck, he owned you. You stripped yourself from your clothes, exposing yourself as you felt his eyes watching you change. You knew he was watching yet you were vulnerable with him, as you always were.
Always too bare and vulnerable for a man who'll twist a knife deep into your stomach just to see the beauty of your wide, submissive eyes.
You picked a snug pink top that covered your notorious tattoo. Your pretty skirt clung just a bit too high, as your lace stockings caressed your legs. Your lips glistened with your signature pink gloss, while your hair was braided and adorned with delicate pink ribbons.
You were all dolled up for him. How pathetic.
You couldn't see him but you could feel him staining your body with his filthy eyes as you walked to your morning class. The mystery of his identity, hidden beneath that mask, sent shivers down your spine; he could be anyone, lurking in the shadows of your thoughts.
You try to pay attention to class, trying to finish your assignments on your laptop but your mind wanders off and won't stop thinking about him. You click off your assignments, trying to log into your porn account but you couldn't sign in.
He has complete control over your account now.
Your legs shake as he starts to control every part of your life, and you loathe the realization that you are beginning to crave it.
Then you hear a soft ping from your phone, you open the message and it was from him.
