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saturninelove · 11 months

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Ghostface’s Obsession pt 2

(NSFW) 18+ Minors DNI:

Someone asked for a part two so: A continuation of Mr. Ghostface. Warnings: Fem reader, Suggestive language, pet names, smut, slight knifeplay. (Words: 2825)

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None of the other survivors really spoke of the last trial once you all sat back down at the campfire to discuss strategies and weaknesses. Claudette assumed you had once again gone on one of your “crazy chases” with the masked killer, offering praise to you as you had easily come back in one piece. You found yourself almost eager to be placed into the next trial, your fingers drumming along your thigh as the others spoke amongst themselves. Once the flames puffed out that dreadful black fog, you found yourself fidgeting in your seat as butterflies hammered against your chest. You’d never been this excited for anything, especially not one of the entity’s grand schemes. Once the fog had cleared, you found yourself standing amid the empty wasteland better known as the Eyrie of Crows. Mere seconds into the trial, you heard a rushing noise as well as a mutated squelch. Your heart sank a little in your chest, squeezing a little in sadness as you realized it would not be your newfound masked friend.

It had been almost a dozen trials since then and each time that fog lifted, your hope dwindled down more and more. This time as you sat back onto your comfortable spot around the fire, you nestled your chin into the palm of your hand in a slight pout. Your other hand was dragging a stick through the dirt, moving rocks and pebbles aside as you wallowed in your own boredom and longing for something that you knew was insanely wrong. That familiar pit in your stomach grew as the wisps of fog licked at the soles of your shoes, slowly wrapping around both of your legs before enveloping your whole body. In the blink of an eye, the unsightly vision of Badham Preschool filled every bit of your line of sight. You didn’t linger in one place for long, quickly shuffling through the back entrance of the school and making your way down and into the basement where you knew a generator was always waiting patiently for you. You picked the open side that was underneath the stairs and kept your ears trained to the stairs behind you to listen for any footsteps in case it happened to be the famed Michael Meyers or perhaps the elusive Wraith. After a good minute of cranking levers and crossing wires, you realized you hadn’t heard any of your teammates engage in any kind of danger, no screams of pain or distraught. You grew a little more worried as the generator grew louder in volume and you couldn’t hear as clearly as before but you continued to cast backwards glances at the stairwell.

What you hadn’t prepared for was the occupant of all of your wild dreams as of late to come up directly behind you from the hallway opposite of the generator, scaring you enough to jam one of the cogs that was trying so hard to move. Cutting off your surprised gasp, the one and only Ghostface pressed the blade of his knife flat against your cheek as he forced you to look back and into that daunting mask. “Hey dollface.” He smoothed the words out, the grin heard through his voice as he pulled your hips back and flush to his body, pressing his slight bulge up against your rear as you pulled you away from the machinery.

“D-Danny!” You exclaimed, your tone supposed to be surprised and scared but you couldn’t even deny how excited you sounded and the way your heart was racing. Your mind flooded with the way he treated you the first time you two had met and the dreams that had invaded your mind since. The chuckle that resonated from his chest had you blushing, the coolness of the dagger was a nice contrast to the heat of your skin and you found yourself not hating the feeling of it.

“Miss me?” He replied cockily, wrapping his arm around your midriff as he hoisted you over and to the adjacent section of the basement where a convenient mattress sat on the ground. You gave an innocent nod as you pressed your back against the brick wall, your eyes trailing his cloaked figure as you bit your lip shyly. “Didn’t I warn you once already?” He rasped quietly as though he was a tortured man, a groan following as he stepped closer and let his hands wander and grope at your hips and ass, grabbing overflowing handfuls as he leaned over you.

“Sorry, I can’t help it.” You murmured, closing your eyes and tilting your head back to let out a breathy gasp. He took this advantage to slip his mask up enough to show his jaw and cheeks as he snuck his way in and pressed his hot mouth against the skin of your neck, earning a surprised moan from your already parted lips. “Danny?” You asked, the lust already clouding your brain as you opened your eyes to try and look down at his mysterious face.

“Keep those eyes closed, sweetheart. I wouldn’t want to have to gouge out those pretty little things.” He threatened but his words were empty and you could feel the smirk on his lips as he continued to assault your skin, his mouth quickly moving down your chest as he lifted at the hem of your thin tank top, eager to undress you. You tilt your head back again and move your arms to help tug the thin material from your body, revealing your naked torso to his eyes. With a barely stifled groan that rippled along your skin, he bent his head further and tongued at your right nipple, taking the stiff peak between his teeth and rolling it gently just to hear the way you’d cry out. You rested your head against the wall as you released lewd noises, your eyes closed as your hands settled onto his shoulders, pulling him closer.

“Atta girl.” He’d praise, the words muffled as he chuckled. He shifted his head to the other side as his mouth unleashed the same painful pleasure onto your neglected breast, one of his hands took the place of his mouth, pinching and pulling lightly on your nipple to match his teeth and tongue. His other hand was impatiently pushing your athletic sweatpants down your hips, groaning in satisfaction when they finally pushed down your thighs.

“Danny, please.” You asked softly, unsure exactly of what you were asking. You were itching to glance down at his face and see what murderous man was hidden behind the mask, but you also knew the secrecy of it all added to how wet you got when you thought of him. Your lack of continuation causes him to chuckle again, the rumble of it only causing more slick to coat the insides of your thighs.

“Use your words, pretty girl.” His voice is so low and raspy and it makes you want to melt into a puddle at his feet. Your knees buckle a little at the thought, to which he catches you without missing a beat and lowers you down until your back is flat onto the mattress and your hair pools out around your head. Your eyes are barely open and you get a glance at the face that had been haunting your dreams for weeks. A sharp jawline, a set of full pink lips, a strangely attractive Adam's apple, and a set of cheeky dimples stared back at you. You were awestruck and as you audibly gulped, his smirk only widened into a full-blown shit eating grin. “Or don’t.” He replied smugly, showing off even his pearly whites. You let out an uncontainable whimper at the thought of those teeth sinking into any and all of your flesh. He took this moment of you being rendered stunned and useless to push his way between your knees, spreading your thighs apart as he gazed down at you lazily, his mask still covering everything from his nose up. You slapped your hand over your mouth to catch the moan as his gloved finger easily slid up and down your soaked slit, gathering a generous amount of your arousal as he coated two fingers, pushing them inside of you without warning.

“Danny!” You cried out, gasping as you bit down onto your palm, eyes wide. His lips curled into a playful smirk as he plowed those two fingers in and out of your wet sex at a dizzying pace, his own tongue running over his bottom lip as he stared down at you. You were melting slowly, coming apart at the seams at the way he was devoting every ounce of his attention to you. You looked up and at the brick wall behind you as you moaned softly, your thighs spreading more as you pushed your hips up into him to take his digits fully. One of your hands moved up to your own breasts as you groped and pinched lightly at your own nipples, biting your lip from the stimulation. You heard some faint rustling and then what sounded like a soft ‘click’.

“Dollface, you camera shy?” He hinted, his voice low and husky as his fingers slowed from their intense pace. You looked up, eyes wide. Just those words made you clench around his fingers tight and that blush found its way back onto your cheeks. He grinned even wider as he snapped another picture, this time you saw the flash. “I want to make a whole collection, sweetheart.” He mused, stooping down and pressing a hot kiss to your lower stomach as he flattened himself mostly off of the mattress and between your thighs, the mask staring up at you as you felt his mouth slip lower, a trail of messy, wet kisses leading him straight to your needy sex. You arched your back and writhed up against him, whimpering softly.

“Please, Danny! I need to feel something, anything.” You begged, your mind so boggled with the lust you’d mustered up over the last several days.

“Anything?” The question came out more like a taunt and your mind flashed images of the knife but before you could respond or express your fears, the sensation of his hot tongue ran along your already drenched lips. You gasped in excitement, arching yourself further and pushing your tits into the air as your thighs wrapped around his head, squeezing tightly in encouragement. You heard the faint click of his disposable camera but you didn’t care, you simply wanted to die on the spot. His tongue lapped at your juices with ease and a sense of finesse, lewd slurping noises filled the air of the room as Danny began the feast he had been dreaming about since their last encounter. He suckled onto your sensitive clit, chuckling against it as he pushed his two fingers back inside of you, curling them up and against that sensitive spot he knew you’d grow weak over. His free hand finally stretched up, setting the cold camera between your breast to free his hand, groping your other tit roughly as his tongue pushed into you, fucking you alongside his fingers. With a shaky hand, you grabbed the camera, jostling it around a bit before aiming it down and between your own legs shyly, only hesitating for a moment before pressing the button and hearing the little ‘click’. Danny’s groan was immediate and it rumbled through you, pulling a moan along with it. His efforts seemed to double as his fingers rubbed against your g-spot eagerly, his other hand moving down to rub his thumb over your clit, his nose bumping against it as well as his tongue explored your depths. Without being able to warn him or pull your body away at all, you felt yourself beginning to convulse, your hips rocking forward and up into his face, sufficiently humping at his mouth and nose as your orgasm pushed through your body. He rode your orgasm out without complaint, only groaning to himself in excitement as he gulped down everything you’d give him, his tongue searching your walls for more. You fell from your orgasmic high slowly, your chest rising and falling rapidly as your breathing tried to even out. “That’ll be my favorite.” He rumbled the words against your inner thigh, pressing a sickeningly sweet bite there. His hand stretched up to grab the camera, that smirk evident on his face as his mouth glistened just barely. The blush on your cheeks was intense and your gaze flicked down to the bulge that was straining his leathers.

“Can I please?” You asked softly, your eyes shifting from the mask to his bulge. His smirk morphed into a grin with wicked intent and for a second, you felt that spark of adrenaline run through your veins, hesitation flashing through your eyes.

“You thought I’d let you leave already?” He taunted, his fingers working deftly at the buckles of his shroud, plucking the leathers away to reveal his hardened, throbbing cock. You felt your saliva pool into your mouth and you swallowed roughly, squeezing your thighs together to try to stop the dull aching between your thighs. His hands settled onto either one of your knees, pushing them apart as he settled between your legs again, this time aligning his cock to the place you needed it the most. He leaned down to you, his face mere centimeters away as his breath fanned over your face. “Beg.” He pushed the word out, teasing your entrance with just the tip, making your eyes roll back impatiently as you pushed your hips up, letting out a satisfied moan when the tip slipped in. With a suppressed moan of his own, he gripped your hip with one hand, his fingers digging in hard enough to leave a bruise, the thought only encouraging another moan as your walls squeezed around the head of his cock. “Dollface.” He threatened, but his own words were weak and he was struggling to control himself.

“Please Danny, I want you to give me your cock, every inch.” You begged, your cheeks flushed and your entire body alive with desire. He didn’t even need to be asked twice, already satisfied with your short and sweet response.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.” He groaned, his head dipping down to finally close the gap between your mouths, his tongue pushing into your mouth immediately as he took control. His hips sank down into you at the same moment, forcing the entirety of his cock into you with one harsh thrust. You cried out, the sound muffled by his own mouth dominating yours. Your walls squeezed around him and you gripped his shoulders roughly, your nails digging into his skin. The hand that held your hip shifted over just slightly as his middle and ring finger rubbed your clit in harsh, desperate circles. He pulled away from your mouth for just a moment to spit out the words, “Cum on my cock, pretty girl.” With all of the added stimulation, after only a few short thrusts, you found yourself creaming on his thick cock, your lips broke away from his to moan and cry out in pleasure, your walls spasming around his cock wildly as your orgasm traveled through you. You felt him erupt deep inside of you, the first few spurts were deep and you went dumbstruck at the feeling, but he pulled out and made sure to spill some of his load onto your lower stomach and thighs, the smirk on his lips was proof enough of how proud he was of his artwork. As if the entity itself had timed it, the sound of the exit gates filled the air. Your brows furrowed, wondering why this time it had taken so long compared to last time.

Danny pulled his camera out again, smirking playfully as he snapped another picture of you lying spent with his cum on your body. “C’mon dollface.” He mused, his mood had elevated through the roof as he fastened his own leathers, his newest concern was making sure you made it safely out of the trial.He even helped you to find your tank top that he had accidentally thrown out of the room. Once you were properly dressed, he made a show of plucking you up and tossing you over his shoulder again, giving your ass a firm spank and heading up the stairs with you. You swore you saw movement down the hallway as Danny was carrying you up and away but you couldn’t be sure, nor could you tell him to turn around. He set you onto your feet at the opened exit gate, pulling you close as he gave you a kiss that was hot enough to fluster you all over again, giving you a hard spank as he ushered you out of the trial with the promise, “You’re definitely not getting away from me.”

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olga-artwork · 1 year

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octoberboy1031 · 2 years

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This makes me so #happy!! If anyone else needs a little happiness, check out this cheery #Devilface by icezero09(on Tumblr and Twitter)! I imagine he’s whistling “Fall Out of Love” by Salem! 👺🎶♥️👟 #deadbydaylight #dbd #dannyjohnson #jedolsen #therosevillemurders #scream #troubleinwoodsboro #ghostface #ghostfacelives #whoisghostface #scarymovie #horror #horrorgeek #creepy #spooky #august #summer #dandelionwine #terrorverse (at The Terrorverse) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cgufmd7uTZB/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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hxneybunnybun · 2 years

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Even more bunny feng anddd I added ghostie this time. I’ve been working on this one for a few days now and I’m super happy with how it came out. Hope you guys like it.

Materials used: pencil, a brush tip marker, colored pencils, gel pen, chameleon pens, and fine liners.

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kishrio · 1 year

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"I hope you liked my stories — I enjoyed bringing them to life. Don't worry, I'm not done." — Jed Olsen

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wherever-i-look-blog · 22 days

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The Equalizer: Season 4 Episode 5 - Review/ Recap https://tinyurl.com/24qcso28

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skinandruins · 1 year

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beg for it chapter two

crying my eyes out rn rip my old account

chapter two

There's a stillness around the campfire, the mist darkens and the fog consumes them.

She cant even lie, finding the odd amount of marijuana in the forests near the campfire felt like a good idea, it had been weeks since she had last been taken so the odds of her being taken today honestly couldn't be that high right?

She liked the calmness that tolled from it, the enveloping warmth that surrounded her. The way her shoulders relaxed into the high. If anything it was almost a miracle to find any type of drug around her but a serum in a half decent med-kit gifted by the entity and weed? She was blessed by the gods. Rolled with pages from a bible and card.

But now she almost wishes she had listened to Dwight and Claudette’s warning, last time she had indulge herself with something she had put them all at risk , half drunk stumbling into generators and fucking up with wires, after stealing She was pretty much hooked straight away. Arrived to camp with a pit of regret and a hangover.

But this time was different. She was slower, more paranoid and in a fit of giggles.

Claudette turned to her as she stumbled into the elementary school “don't try with the generators, just hide got it? I'll come for you when we're finished” and with that she left her to her own devices.

She wandered at first, crouching and taking in her new environment. She heard them get to work and the pained cries that had left there raspy throats, when she ventured to their aid there wasn’t anybody there, half stupidly thinking they had been rescued already.

She felt herself be watched moments at a time, but whenever she had looked back nobody had been there, convincing herself it had been the weed this whole time. She stayed in the same place .

She played around in the classrooms, drawing on chalkboards with the stubs, as she heard a generator be fixed, then smashed then fixed again, she sprawled out on the chair leaning into her arms and almost welcoming sleep. Reading through damp picture books and stealing things from lockers. She couldn’t hear the footsteps, nore the entities overly aggressive way of telling her to fight! To fight back dammit i want to see you struggle, stupid , stupid girl.

She waited and waited till no one came.

Her heart thumps and pounds let me out! and her feet are so heavy they don't leave the ground. They scrape along the tiles so slowly, she can feel the air leave her throat as she's forced to the ground, a weight against her back. She melts into the cold ceramic, her face scratching along the broken shards. And she can't even convince herself to fight back, so she lays in the stillness, aching to be over and done with

Calve into me quickly! Let me bleed out fast i beg of you!

To arrive back to camp with a pinch on the cheek and a hug for good measure.

“Didn't feel like playing today?” he whispers, he's such a talker this one, never shutting up.

Her eyes half closed and he pulls her head back to look back at him.

“Your high? Fucking hell,” and he laughs, its gut wrenching, it welcomes his whole body. His head is thrown back so hard she can make out the colour of his skin. Her head drops to the floor and she feels the white heat of it thump against her skull.

“I'm in a bit of a predicament arnt i?” and he slows, his resting foot put to the ground as he lifts her up onto her feet, she doesn't struggle as he grips her wrists in a savage grip.

“I killed all of your friends” he pulls her along and she stumbles.

“I thought so, you've been here too long chatting” she grunts.

“I like it when you put up a fight, aren't you gonna try?”

She shrugs,”why give you the satisfaction, i just wanna sleep anyway”

A number of calculations go through his head, if she listened close enough she could hear him tick ”let’s play a game, get to the hatch before me and you can go, don't? And you'll put up a fight while I gut you like a pig, I'll even tell you where it is!”

She feels the hard gaze against her. The loosening grip.

“You promise?”

He spreads out his arm pointing east.

She legs it, he trails behind her ,she's quick on her feet and she sprints down stairs, staggering after every step, hitting every creak in the floor boards she almost smiles when she sees it, half open, it calls her so sweetly. It draws every inch of her body in, she can almost taste it on her tongue. The freedom, the smell of the campfire

And she's falling Head over heels, she hears the laugh behind her, so close to her she can almost feel him breathing into her ear , she's crawling , and she touches the hatch before it's slammed down by a boot.

It starts off as a low grumble from his throat, it's taunting and twisted, and she cries as it becomes louder it rocks into her body as he cackles. She's up on her knees eyebrows furrowed, he's half bent over engulfed in explosive laughter and he almost wants to point at her and giggle like a child.

“You fucking tripped” and she can feel his gaze against her it burns into her cheeks and trails down to her knees, freshly scratched, bruised and bloody.

Her nose crinkles, and her cheeks heat against the dampness of tears , she can't look away from him.

“i touched the hatch and you closed it, i got here before you” there's a whimper” and you promised”

He shakes his head.”no i didn't, i didn't say anything about a promise doll”

“B-But you-”

“But, but what? you're so helpless, go on call for your daddy, say help!help!please don't hurt me! I'll do anything, I want to hear you beg for it!" he’s kneeling onto her level legs spread and palms touching his thighs.

"Please" she almost reaches for his leg, she almost prays to a god, any that will listen, but there is no god here and certainly nothing that will listen to her. Her clammy hands together clasped so hard nails bite into her flesh, they pale.

"Please what?" his hand runs against her cheek slippery with the tears.

"Ghostface?"she looks up at him and he sees the tears that gather in her eyes so close to bursting

"nuh’ uh" he tuts, she can feel him smile, the mask rising with his cheeks and her brows soften her face stills.

"da-you freak" her mouth widens with shock " you're getting off on this. You want me to call you- oh my god, it makes sense now , your always so touchy and you only really talk to me, always breathing down my neck, you want to fuck me!" she pants, rising from the floor, arms folded.

He stands back half amused, half annoyed he's not getting what he wants "finally, I've been hinting about this for fucking ages, come on doll, I never give you a hard time, always letting you go so easy, I like the chase what can I say?"

“You know what, just do whatever you want, kill me i don't care” she shrugs and lies down on the dirty floor, she seeps into the earth and melts away.

“you’re going to put up a fight”

“No”

He frowns under the mask, the cold knife in hand, he's angry, he's really angry.

He's not in a playful mood anymore and usually she would be scared, she would run, she would hide, she would beg for mercy. But she still lays, arms folded, eyes closed.

“I said , you are going to put up a fight for me” and his knife trails along her cheek, it bites into flesh and she tries her hardest to lay completely still. She does not falter.

“No” she says it again and his knife is running down into her lips. She swallows the saliva, and the bile that rises. His knife does not press this time but hooks under her top lip to part her mouth. She bites down and it grazes over her teeth but she still doesn't falter.

“Stubborn bitch” the knife presses into her lips and her teeth pull apart quickly, the knife sits on her tongue and she just wants to make a move but her body feels numb, too high to do anything. beads of blood pull into her mouth.

She tastes the iron blood or the steel of the knife she doesn't know, and still she lays as he presses it flat to her tongue and drags it out.

“Run” her eyes widen, and he pulls her up by the throat,”fucking run” its an order she doesn’t want to ignore. Her feet are far ahead of her choices as she finds herself running down hallways and vaulting herself through windows she crouches at every step that isn't hers and she works quickly on generators that are half finished. She hides under tables and in empty toilet stalls.

Her heart thumps with every choice she makes.

Then she hears it, she can feel it, the eyes and the heaving breathing that runs down her spine harshly in the hallway.

Every hair stands up on her body and she stands to greet him, head held high, eyes wide like a deer in headlights.

He's challenging her, she knows it, the knife hidden away or discarded she doesn't know.

Nobody moves and he nods at her, in a manner that say // come on now, i dare you//

He wants a fight, and he won't go down without one.

So slowly she steps up to him, he smiles under the mask. She takes steps like a cat, ready to pounce.

Yet she kneels. Her head drops, her hand reaches for his chest and a guttural cry rings out from her throat.

“End me, i beg off you” her hand trails to his thigh and grips the material.

“Go on, beg some more”

Her eyes stare at him, it's like he's mask less, they find his eyes through the darkness.

“Kill me already, i cant- i cant do this anymore, gut me like a fish, slit my throat, do it do it quickly, please”

“Please what?”

”Please” she smiles as the entity is playful as it whispers to her. ”Danny”

His hand is at her throat in a matter of seconds and it pulls her towards the desk, she coughs and splutters over the grip he holds over her. Her front is slammed down and she struggles as her hands are grabbed and held towards her back. She feels the cool air on her ass and he slaps her.

“Stupid bitch”

She laughs and feels rope tighten around her wrists. Flipped back around her head knocked to the side, white heat that spreads around her cheeks, she groans and spits blood at him. Before chuckling again.

“Danny, danny, danny”

His hand is at her throat again and yet she leans into his grip.

It tightens and he parts her legs with his own; she feels the air bite into her skin as her skirt lifts, his gloved fingers running down her thighs.

“You still wanna fuck then” her knee grazes his crutch and she can just about feel him hard.

His fingers approach her cunt, she falls into his touch, eyes closed. As they run along her damp underwear. His other hand grips her hair tightly it burns her scalp and she whines as he ignores every burning inch of her body. He pulls away and she sighs.

He undoes his loose black cargos. The zipper sliding as he reveals his bulge, its clothed in black boxers hard to make up in the darkness of the classroom.

His fingers graze her teeth and she bites and pulls the glove from his hand. He thumbs her lips and the red mark left from the knife and she smiles, it's not sweet, it's mischievous, he wants her to hurt, he wants her pain.

His hands run over her clothed pussy before pulling at the waistband of her pants he lifts her hips in certainty and pulls the material down her legs, she kicks them off, He slides his boxers down and she marvels at him.

He pinches at her thighs,

She's squirming under his touch. Exhaling hot breath. As he touches her harshly, coating his bare hands in her wetness and covering his cock. He pulls her waist towards him pumping into his hand before he slides in to her quickly there is no time to catch her breath.No time to adjust to the thickness of his dick.

he plummets quickly, Her skin catching on the rough material of his cargos.

Hitting all the most sensitive spots in her cunt, she groans, whines even. He's a sick sick man.

“please, please daddy” she grunts and then she laughs, she laughs through it all her face snotty and raw from tears

She's laughing on his cock, and he doesn't know why?

Theres vice grip around her throat and he doesn't give a shit about any derived pleasure she's getting. He chases it, chases his orgasms from the warmth of her body. Doesn't give a shit if she chokes on her spit or cum’s.

Her arms ache, and she's turned around once again her body pulled by her aching arms.

Too fast, too good. She almost brain dead every inch of her body on fire from his touch

His cold hand tightening on her throat again, her vision spotting yet she grinds into his cock. He almost laughs, she's enjoying herself. Her head rests against his shoulder, feet just brushing against the floor as she's held by her waist and throat.

“Fucking slut” he shouts, his pace slowing as her body temples against his own. He could come right there in the tightness of her cunt but he pulls out coming on her ass the entity wouldn’t spare a child.

Her vision blurs and he lets go of her throat. She tumbles head first into the table. Helpless like a doe learning to walk. He pulls her back around to sit on the table, her legs ache and so does her core. She stares, her wrists itch but she doesn't dare beg for their release.

“Is that what you wanted to hear, Danny?” she asks, her head tilts to the side.

His hand reaches for her cheeks again but this time it's soft?

“You remember my name” his touch stops and it reaches for his mask.

remembered? the past had been misty for her, there wasn't much she could remember but feelings of betrayal and revenge that had followed her.

His mask is pulled off and her eyes are tightly shut.

“Open your eyes,” his hands press into her face. “Open your eyes dammit!”

They open slowly and pause at the floor. His hand tilts her chin up in a bruising grip. And she stares at him. He's pale. Dark hair and eyes and a scar that runs down from his forehead to under his eye, she almost wishes she could reach for it.

She racks her brain but nothing comes to her” i don't know you, just your name”

“Yes you do, you know me”

She shakes her head, “no i don't”

“Remember me, go on, remember”

“ I don't know you”

“Leave”

She's shocked, her eyes wide at the order, his hands slide to the rope, yet she’s still seconds after it's undone.

“FUCKING LEAVE”

And she runs, runs to the hatch.

The fog consumes and takes and takes.

She is as safe as can be.

Eyes wide, shell shocked she stands in front of the warmth of the fire, it had been hours since they had seen her.

Claudette’s arms fall around her shoulders and her head bumps her own

“What did he do?”

“He let me go,” she smiles.

She is left questioning.

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holyghostbelle · 2 months

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all those vile things

dannyjohnson!ghostface x reader blessed with quick wit and and a long list of medication your beginning to think being obsessed with a stalker couldn't be more healthier

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You lie back and smoke a cigarette, a bottle of jack in your hand spilling on the oversized band t-shirt you wore fished out from a thrift store from some tour you never got tickets for. Your eyes are glued to the tv, yet half interested in the House of a 1000 corpses movie rented out from blockbuster 2 months ago, There's ash on your notepad, not that you had taken any notes yourself, you take to sipping and gulping down any intoxicating beverage you can get your hands on these days, you're on the edge from the local killer.

(kind of, but not really you hope he stabs you with his knife and then licks it up, it's more of an excuse to get intoxicated and then pass out to an episode of dateline)

You rip open a pack of m&ms with your teeth and that guy from the office dies, his body is turned into a fish and you laugh maniacally as the dumb girls run into a room with another killer, and then Otis has corpse paint on and as much as his sideburns disgust you but you can't help feeling attracted to the guy, you feel sick at the thought of being oddly aroused but it's okay because its not real! and it's not like you fantasising about ted bundy or anything, but you did stalk the true crime tag on tumblr and find a bunch of fan edits with flower crowns. You fall asleep on the sofa and then wake up at 3 in the morning. Moving to the comfort of your bed which is only 5 feet away from the small second hand cracked leather sofa, you toss and turn until you're stuck on your back, hands unable to grip the sheets as you watch black oozing from the ceiling, you imagine its sentient and can peer into your brain and witness how sick you truly are, and then you wake up and it's 8am, you go to college in the clothes from last night, your laces are undone and you trip over them on the street while inhaling a cigarette and drinking a monster energy drink, it spills onto denim and leaves a small sticky wet patch.

You fell asleep in your film studies class, seven different people had all chosen ‘twin peaks:fire walk with me’ to write an essay on. You laugh as they speak nonsensically about Laura Palmer and how the movie was more about discovering who she was than how she was murdered, it's all the same recycled garbage you said a year ago, back when your professor was that feminist guy. You picture Dale Cooper in a red room, you remember when the constant jokes from the simpsons, you think about Laura Palmer's cold blue body on the beach wrapped in plastic and then how david lynch left the show and it all became fucked up. Someone drones on about American psycho and how the murders were in his head.

You leave class, smoke a cigarette outside in the parking lot and lean against your beat up car. Your cracked ipod nano plays Jeff Buckley and Elliott Smith simultaneously and then some 80s song you used to be so obsessed with and it reminds you of how your ex drove you home after you broke up with him, how his hand gripped yours and you didn't hold it back. You don't sob like usual. You don't think about how he was so angry he held your neck without squeezing, just to look you in the eyes and call you a bitch.

You fidget with your dungarees and then drive to work. Leaning against the counter as you watch kids flick through comics and then flick though vinyls laughing at covers with girls with their huge tits out, and then looking at the r-rated movies with eyes and needles. Then leaving a mess and stepping out of the shop without buying anything. You steal a pack of gum from the display in front of you and change the cassette to the b side, you repeat this till it's 8pm and dark outside.

Then it's time to close up the shop, shutting the blinds, switching off all the lights, you close and lock the front door with the keys, and shove them deep into your pocket. It's a cold and icy night. You pull the vintage motorcycle jacket you stole from your ex around your shoulders and light a cigarette. Walking around the side of the shop deep into the alleyway to get your car from the employee car park behind all the shops, you stop in your tracks. Gravel kicking against the wall.

Theres a whine and a moan and you almost think someones fucking until you notice the trail of blood that leads exactly to the body in the corner, who ever it is put up a fight. There's a man clambering over him, a camera swinging to the side of his body as you watch him cut deep into his chest,his guts spill intestines falling out into the concrete like confetti, you hear it slap to the floor. You feel sick.

The body looks at you pleading and begging with its eyes and he moans, your eyes widen and the man with the camera looks directly at you, his masked face cocking to the side in curiosity, you shake and look over to your car which is and i say this lightly, funnily enough right next to the killer and his victim. Blood coating the exterior. Bloody streaks over the silver paint, you almost feel bad for yourself knowing how much it's gonna cost to clean the blood off your car. It's selfish really. Consider there a man choking on his own blood right in front of you.

You think about backing away and running…but you stand frozen and watch the man bleed out, his blood pouring out like an afterthought. White masked man snaps a photo, and then another he slashes at the victim's throat, the life drains quickly out of his eyes and you watch him take one last ragged breath as his eyes tell you to run as fast as you can.

Then he turns his black eyes and gaping jaw keeping you in place, his leather gloved hand shushes at you as he approaches like a predator to his prey.

You.

Your heart thumps against your chest. He pushes you to the brick wall, you whine at how harsh you hit it. He takes the cigarette out of your hand leather brushing against your coldfinger tips and presses it to your mouth.

‘Go on, smoke it’ His voice is gravely and deep.

You puff on the cancerous stick, you picture him smiling under the mask. He stares at you through mesh eyes. Your hands are scratching at the brick wall behind you.

How many minutes do you have left? Will he leave you to bleed, or watch?

Suddenly there's a knife against your throat. It's cold and unforgiving and you've forgotten how to breathe. It brushes to just under your chin and then it's tracing against your cheek, you whimper as it catches, a bead of blood rolling down, he catches it with his thumb and smears it on your lips, cigarette falling to the floor, smoke exhaling as your eyes tear up. Your eyebrows furrow, eyes closing ready to meet your demise, cunt throbbing, as you feel the air against your neck, you wait for it to plunge your hands tight around your coat.

“Are you going to kill me?” you whimper, the knife trails deeper, to your sternum and you feel hot breath on your neck, there's a sniff and the zipper of your jacket catches and it pulled down, you don't dare look waiting in anticipation, you feel you him unbuckle your dungarees the denim falling to your crutch and then your t-shirt lifts up there's a pause, cold against your skin, cold air and then the steel slices into you with ease, you feel yourself lean over and his hand pushes your head back into the wall until your upright. It tears through quickly soiling your clothes with red sticky blood.

“If you're going to kill me, do it already” you whimper at him. His touch leaves you and you await for his hard hand to push the steel metal into you. It never comes.

Your eyes open slowly and he's gone, you stand for a minute and peek your eyes round the corner to stare at the body. Hand clutching at the wound he gave you, spanning four inches. Blood coating your hand.

You call the police obviously, you're questioned all night after you're all stitched up. you tell them about him approaching you, but not how he pressed his thumb to your lips and your cunt throbbed, you pretend it never happened. You pretend that you pushed him off and got scared, sparing you.

They let you go at 12pm, an officer drives you back to your apartment, your crappy silver car is marked as a crime scene. You call up Adam and tell him you're not going to be in the next day due to the whole ‘stabbing incident’ he wishes you well.

You take two sleeping pills and drink the rest of the whiskey from the other night, you throw up at the thought of the body in front of you. The pills come up half dissolved with it. You fall asleep to a rerun of Criminal Minds and dream of Spencer Reid finding you tied up in the basement somewhere,

He kisses you gently and combs back his horribly long parted greasy hair with his hand. He starts to recite a chapter of wuthering heights “'Kiss me again; and don’t let me see your eyes! I forgive what you have done to me. I love my murderer—but yours! How can I?”, it turns to pure gibberish in your mind and you sigh at him as he takes your soft cheeks in his hands tenderly lips tracing your neck in soft kisses and then he rips out your throat with his teeth, you bleed out all over the basement floor as he kisses your neck and revels with enjoyment in your blood. White pressed shirt soaked in maroon.

Your eyes open and you're stuck to your sofa, your tv flickers over and over, and the masked man appears within the metal box, the tv screen flickers in fuzzy blacks and whites. He's covered in blood and it's blackened with age.cavernous eyes and unhinged jaw. He taps against the screen and waves the knife in his hand. You pant against your leather sofa bare arms suck to the couch with sweat, itchy hot. His hand reaches outwards to pull himself out and then he's on top of you, his knife slicing through the flesh on your bare legs and chest as you're forced to endure it in your frozen state. You close your eyes as his arms lift to plunge the knife in deep, when they open the street lights flicker off through the window. mesh curtains drifting in the wind.

You awake again a blanket thrown over your body haphazardly, your phone tells you it's 6 in the morning. You smoke a cigarette on your fire exit and watch the sunrise, you remember to not take sleeping pills with alcohol.

You look in the mirror and pick at the scab on your cheek, it drools with blood and you push it into your lips again, imagining it's his hand, you don't scold yourself this time, you tell yourself you'll never see him again. Then you lift your shirt and stare at the gash he left you, blood still smeared around the edges of the huge plaster they gave you at the hospital. You brush your teeth and spit out blood and teeth. When you blink all you see is the foamy toothpaste down the sink, you think you're going mad, its stress you tell yourself it's nothing to worry about. You open your wardrobe and black slime oozes out of it.

Your mom phones you at 8 before class, you tell her you're fine (your not)that you've been going to therapy(you haven't) that you've stopped drinking(likely chance)that that article she read on her phone was correct and you did see that killer that's been going round but your safe you promise( this is true, but your not safe, not even from yourself)

You head to college again and ignore the rumours going around about how you got stabbed by the killer, people ask about the scratch on your face and you tell them it was your cat that you don't own.

You go back home and cry at a video of a rat dancing in the rain, you scratch at the cut on your face until it bleeds again with your hand in between your thighs, stomach aching as you crumble into a shit position,you think about that night until you come over and over in your bed, sheets sticking to your body with sweat. You take a shower and close your eyes under the burning hot water, you catch your knee while using a cheap men’s razor shaving and watch the blood run into the water like psycho, you watch a western movie on tv, James dean rides a horse with a cigarette hanging out his mouth as he smirks in black and white.

You don't take a sleeping pill that night and stare into the popcorn ceiling until you witness cosmic horror beyond your own belief, you face stares back at you and then its eyes are torn from its head, you watch a body be exsanguinated and then flayed and sewn back together again and blood is pumped back into your body, you see that boys body as a car drives past, the way the blood trailed down his neck like a red scarf.

You fall asleep to sirens and screams.

It is Florida after all

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saturninelove · 11 months

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Ghostface’s Obsession

(NSFW) 18+ Minors DNI:

Everyone’s not-so-secret fantasy, Mr. Ghostface. Warnings: Fem reader, Suggestive language, pet names, smut, slight knifeplay. (Words: 2122)

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Wafting your hand in front of your face in an attempt to clear the fog, you come face to face with Claudette standing only a few feet away from you as the trial begins. You found yourself deep within the main room of the family residence of the Yamaoka Estate, debris littering the floor as well as broken boards and torn doorways. The two of you didn’t hesitate to jump onto the generator that sat near the front door, looking out to the porch. You’d bargained for a toolbox this time when the entity demanded your presence, wanting to get things done as speedily as possible to avoid too much confrontation after your last few strange matches. The killers seemed to be showing much more personality and what seemed to be interest in you. You shook your head a little as you focused more onto just powering the generator at hand, crossing wires and giving a subtle smile when the generator sparked responsively. Although immensely focused, you swore you heard footsteps on the porch. You tried to tune into the sounds outside rather than the ones indoors but it was hard to hear over the rushing of the machine. Your heartbeat was beyond normal and you even felt a little relaxed, maybe you were hearing things? With that thought barely being formed, you watched in slow motion as a silent and dark figure slipped through the doorway and ripped the unsuspecting Claudette from the generator, earning a horrified scream from her as well as a jump from you that caused an ugly spark from the generator as you pulled your hands away and began to back away. The killer was staring you down through those haunting holes in his mask and as soon as Claudette was hoisted onto his shoulder, he began to drop her onto the floor.

Ghostface had found his new target, the interesting survivor that had piqued interest around the killer camp, he thought it was only fair he also got a good look at her. What was once unfolding before you in slow motion quickly snapped back into reality as soon as you saw that he was preparing to set her onto the ground. That familiar adrenaline fueled your first movements, sprinting your way to the front window and launching yourself through it quietly and breaking into a full sprint as you head to the one place you knew better than any other - killer shack. You were sure he was following you and you kept trying to twist around to look behind you but you couldn’t find him amongst all of the bamboo trees, you couldn’t even convince your heart to beat any faster to give yourself any kind of advantage to know that he was truly following you. Upon reaching the building, you stopped your sprint, quickly catching your breath as you circled around to the back of the building, watching through the boarded up window as surely enough he stalked his way through the door. His leather shroud was wrapped around him in such a way that he was nearly impossible to see in the darkness of most areas and you found yourself thankful that the generator within the shack was already done so there was a decent amount of lighting. You found yourself moving parallel to him to avoid him finding you as quickly but you were still watching him, never taking your eyes off. Although you were also morbidly curious about this first encounter, you found him… attractive? You blamed it on the trials, never having time to yourself or time to find one of the other survivors because you were constantly thrown into the face of death. It also just so happened that the face of death was kind of hot. With flushed cheeks, you slipped back into the shack and into one of the lockers, holding your breath. This time when he stepped inside, he went for the locker immediately, luckily it was the one beside yours but it still made your breath hitch. He canted his head to the side, looking directly at your locker. Your eyes went wide and you only had a few seconds to decide what to do, your fight or flight was kicking in hard here but you found yourself too indecisive to do anything at all in the two seconds it took for him to move over to your locker and fling the door open. Now face to face with the masked man, you gulped harshly as he slammed his knife into the back of the locker, right beside your head. It was a scare tactic, of course, but it worked nevertheless as you gasped and shrunk down even smaller as he stood above you.

“Hey dollface.” He called out, his voice was raspy and deep and it sent shivers down your spine as you sat at his mercy. “I thought you were supposed to be a good chase?” You could almost hear the smirk on his face as he belittled you. With your cheeks still flushed and your chest rising and falling rapidly, you made a slight attempt to push past him and out of the locker, feeling more and more claustrophobic as time went on. He pushed you back into the locker with ease, his gloved hands now pressed to your shoulder and to your hip as he held you in place. “Cat got your tongue?” He chided, his amusement now clear as day as he held you trapped.

“G-Ghostface?” Was your weak response which earned a chuckle of delight from behind his mask. You bit your lip as you drank in the sound, your wide eyes looking up at him.

“There she is.” He responded smoothly, pulling his knife out from the locker and dragging it along your throat, just another scare tactic, you hoped. You still gasped and leaned further back into the locker and away from his blade which produced a little rumble of satisfaction in his chest that you could practically feel. You couldn’t help but to start feeling that slickness between your thighs, being pressed so close to this undeniably attractive man that concealed himself with that eerie mask.

“A-Aren’t you going to hook me? To sacrifice me?” You managed to get some words out, anything would be better than just sitting in silence as you sat completely trapped between a wall and a hard body.

“I could impale you if that’s what you’re asking, dollface.” He responded smugly, his gloved hand on your hip stretched further back as he gave your ample rear a hefty grope with his suggestive comment. You let out a soft moan in response as that lust pooled in your panties and you found yourself spreading your legs ever so slightly but it was enough for him to notice. He inhaled deeply as if having to restrain himself or regain some sense of control. His next words came out breathy and hit your core perfectly, “‘Atta girl.”

“No wait, I didn’t say anything Ghostface, I’m not-” You tried explaining your body’s lack of control but he cut you off by pressing his knife against your throat again as he palmed your ass with his other hand.

“Danny, call me Danny, babygirl.” He almost whispered those words to you as he leaned in closer and you could smell the faintest cologne on his shroud. He trailed his knife down your neck as you had hushed, the sharp edge plunging through the neckline of your top as he exposed the tops of your breasts as well as your bra to his eyes.

“Danny, I don't think we should do this.” You replied but your back was arching up into him to give him a better view of your assets and you found your hips rolling into him in search of some form of pleasure.

“Quit lying to my face, baby. Your body is screaming out for me.” He sounded almost pained as he sheathed his knife and instead grabbed a handful of your breast, letting out a groan. You couldn’t deny how much you liked just hearing him groan and your own interest spiked tenfold wanting to hear what other noises he’d make. You found yourself absentmindedly humping against him as he groped your body, giving out weak little whimpers as your own arousal kept rising. “You poor babe, you probably need this so bad, don’t you?” He asked, stalling his movements as he waited for a response.

“I-...” You started but you couldn’t find the words and the blush on your cheeks increased ten fold. Your hips kept rocking against him, excitement thrumming in your veins as you realized he was incredibly hard and quite big underneath those leather bindings. Your mouth went dry and you found yourself licking your lips as your eyes locked with those haunting, empty sockets.

“You’re driving me wild here, bite that lip one more time and I swear to you I won’t take it easy.” He growled the words out and your eyes widened and your immediate response was to bite your lip but you grit your teeth a little instead, obviously still hesitant about what was happening. “Just say the word, dollface. I know what you need.” He taunted, this time giving a harsh rut of his own hips up into yours and making you cry out as he rubbed directly against your throbbing clit.

“Please, Danny.” You gasped the words out, throwing your head back as a whine escaped you and you pushed your hips closer to his. You heard a satisfied chuckle from behind that mask and he took a step back as he started to undo the buckles that held his shroud together. You bit your lip in anticipation without thinking, your gaze traveling down his torso and to the bulge in his pants. With a groan, he stepped close again as he slipped one of his gloved hands down the front of your pants, surprising you but eliciting a ragged moan as his fingers teased up and down your soaked slit.

“You’re this wet for me, baby?” The words were jagged and he was obviously struggling immensely to contain his own lust. With a chuckle that sent more shivers down your spine and a gush of arousal straight to your sex, he plunged his middle finger in, teasing you by not giving you anything else. “Beg for it.” He spit out, the smirk painfully evident in his voice. As you were about to open your mouth, morals forgotten and lust clouding your vision, the sound of the exit gates filled the air of the trial. They had completed every generator and even opened the gates without checking on you. With an annoyed groan, Danny pressed another finger into your eager sex as his thumb rolled over your sensitive clit. “Guess this time it’s about you, sweetheart.” He murmured and you swore you could hear a smile in his voice. With your moans in the air and the whispers of the fog wrapping around the both of you, Danny finger fucked you with renewed vigor, groaning to himself as he plunged into you each time. “You’re so fucking wet,” He panted, his worked up state was obvious to the both of you, “I can’t wait to be inside this sweet cunt.” He spit out, his naughty words struck a chord within you and you cried out in pleasure, whimpering as you bit your bottom lip.

“Please, Danny. I’m so close.” You begged, pushing your hips closer with each plunge of his fingers, you had long since felt the knot in your lower stomach as you climbed closer to the edge. The added adrenaline of trying to reach your rushed orgasm before the entity claimed you was fuel to the fire, stroking it just right. “Danny, I’m gonna cum.” You cried out, your body on the verge.

“Cum for me dollface, the first of many.” He grit out, his own hips pumping idly as he thrust idly, succumbing to his own lust. You unraveled in his arms at the promise, your body writhing against his hand as the strongest orgasm you’ve ever had crashed over you. It took a solid minute for the both of you to recover and your gaze flicked down to his pants, noticing a blotch of wetness and you blushed as you realized what had happened on his end. He finally hoists you over his shoulder and out of the confined locker as the both of you head to the exit gates. He landed a hearty slap onto your ass as you lay over his shoulder, unmoving and still trying to catch your breath. “I can’t wait for the next trial, dollface.”

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