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"Do you think a part 2 where they happens would be good?" HELLS YEAH I DO MA'AM! We all know that despite acting like cocky bastards, deep down them ghost boys would get off on the idea of their egos being trampled on a bit. It would take some grade-A coaxing to get the really begging, but the reader, being a boss bitch could always set a trap... But as always, no pressure to qctually write anything. It's just a fun thought to play with. -Furball891

Wellll hello Furball! Thanks so much for the encouragement but man you aren’t the only one, a lot of people here and on ao3 were clamouring for this one! Happy to finally get to this one, hope you love it as much as I do honestly! This was real fun and I am excited to see the response! Let's get into it. Part two of this, top!reader x ambiguous Ghostface! You choose if you think it is Billy or Stu!

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 3.8K. Ghostface X AFAB! GN! Reader. No Pronouns Specified. Warnings. Teasing. Taunting. Banter. Dirty Talk. Degradation. Begging. Top! Reader. Knife Play. Cunnlingus. Face Sitting. Multiple Orgasms. Squirting. Hand Job. Denial. Vaginal Sex. Threat Of Death. Implied Pre-Mature Ejactulation.

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It’s THAT Bad, Huh?

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Even once you were sitting next to Randy on the couch at his place, bowl of popcorn in your lap and watching movies, your legs had not fully calmed down. Slight tremors and trembles at points, a lingering after effect reminding you of the amazing orgasm you had. You crunched down on some of your friend’s specially made movie theatre style popcorn as you watched and tried to joke along but your mind kept wandering back to how this evening started. The phone call, the fear, the chase, you getting the upper hand and getting off on that warm and pliant and slowly made willing mouth that lapped with growing enthusiasm at your clit. He was so eager once you got going, he seemingly loved you riding his face for all he was worth, holding that knife to his throat, threatening his life while you were on the bleeding edge of orgasm and he was rock fucking hard under that costume.

You shouldn’t be so into it, he was going to kill you after all, but that made it even hotter, that much better that you got the drop on him and stole the control out from under him.

Shame had no idea who it was so you couldn’t have that again. Shit. Is that what you are thinking? This guy is a murderer! If you knew who he was you should be turning him in, not getting turned on, not grinding on his tongue. Well you didn’t know who he was, nothing much you could do. You threw this all up to a good, hot, one off. You told him to call you again sometime if he wanted more but you weren’t seriously expecting it.

So when your phone rang a few days later and woke you up past midnight you were surprised. You picked it up, eyes squinting at the caller ID before answering it, voice rough with sleep, “‘Llo?”

“Hello there sleepy head.” That woke you up.

You sat up, holding the phone closer to your ear as you glanced around your room, “Where are you?!”

“Look out your window.” He prompted and you threw the blankets out, legs swung over the edge of the bed and you walked over to the window, peering out into your backyard to see him in that same black robe and white mask, holding a cell phone to his ear. He was staring up into the window and you gave a small wave and his other hand came up, a wave of return that weirdly made you smile and say, “Hi.”

He let out a small laugh with a shake of his head before looking back up to your window, “Yeah you already said that.”

Fuck, yeah you did. You cleared your throat with a weak cough and said, “Yeah, anyway, to what do I owe the pleasure of your house call?”

“You told me to call you. This is me calling.” He said in a tone that let his smile bleed through, his hand up by his head in that same hand sign you gave him days ago, he pressed on before you could respond, “Funny you mention the word ‘pleasure’ however…”

You smiled wider, leaning against the window frame as you responded, “Oh yeah, is it funny? Why’s that?”

“Because I was hoping I could come up and maybe have a repeat of last time.”

No fucking way.

You had been thinking of him, of what’d you had done since that night and here he was offering it. You wanted to jump at the chance but you stopped yourself. You remembered what helped make it so fucking good, you taking control.

If he really wanted to please you so badly, you’d make him work for it. You’d make him beg.

You sighed, pretending to sound put out, “That’s why you woke me up? So I could walk you through how to give me some half-way decent oral again?”

“Half-way decent?!” He sounded offended, he pointed up at you, a stab of his finger as he said into the phone, “I felt it, I know you came-”

“Barely.” You cut him off with a shit eating grin.

“Let me try again. I can show you, I can do it even better, let me try.” He still sounded pissed, it was cute. You dragged out this next part, almost sing-songing out, “I dunnoooooo-”

“C’mon, please?” He asked and you tsk’d, “That’s it? That is the best you got? A weak little ‘c’mon please’?! You can do better than that, can’t you?”

“What? Do you want me to beg?” He asked indignantly and you said, “Yes I do. Isn’t it obvious?”

“Well fuck that! I’m not gonna beg for the privilege of eating you out!” He fired back and you shrugged. “No? Okay, fine. Your loss bud.”

You set the phone on the window sill and then your hands came down, caching the bottom hem of your shirt, then taking it off and throwing it aside without a care. You were baring your chest fully and proudly for him, something you know he didn’t get to see last time. You picked the phone back up and said, “If you are done wasting my time, I’m gonna go back to bed and get some sleep.”

You made a show of pulling the phone away from your ear but you see him reach out and hear him through the receiver, “WAIT!”

A coy smile overtakes as you pull it back, “Yes?”

A deep and shuddering breath before he asks, “Pretty fucking please may I come up and eat your cunt until my jaw locks up?”

“What happened to I’m not gonna beg?” You teased, “Yeah, yeah I changed my mind. C’mon, please can I come up or not?”

“Fix your tone and I think that can be arranged. Once more with feeling, I know you have it in you.”

You said it so smugly, so excited to hear grovel just a little more. You were already wet at the thought of getting that sweet mouth of his back on you.

A soft sigh and him injecting more warmth into his tone, not sounding so annoyed now as he asked, “Please may I make you cum?”

Music to your ears. “Much better. I don’t got all night, get up here.”

You hung up the phone and watched him do the same, he approached the house and started his climb up to your bedroom window. You unlocked it and slid it open before you walked over to your bed, sitting down on the edge facing where he would enter. You watch his hands grip the window sill and as he starts to pull himself up and inside, he slips in with ease and very quietly before standing at his full height across the room from you.

“Cute room.” He commented as he glanced around and you said with a small laugh, “Thanks.”

You looked him over and asked, “God a knife on you this time?”

“Wanna search me?” He asked, holding his arms out, his tone was lighter, teasing. “Just might have to. Get over here.”

He listened and came closer and you put your hands on him. Started at his hips, felt him through the robe as your hands dragged down, taking your time, you felt something on his thigh and so you pulled the robe to find a knife holster secured there. “I knew it.”

You reached forward and unsheathed it, turning the big hunting knife over in your grip, looking how the dim light caught the blade.

“Can’t come unprotected.” He said with no small amount of humour and you looked up at him, “Funny. I am thinking the same thing.” You made a gesture with the knife along with a small nod, “Get on your knees.”

You released the robe letting it fall back down, covering his jeans once more, one hand still gripping the knife, leaning back on the other and watching with great interest as he made a move and started to get on his knees before you. The only thing you had on since removing your shirt was a pair of underwear, you could feel his stare burning you under the mask, eyes obviously dragging over your mostly naked body. His hands met your knees and slowly slid up your thighs until coming to your hips and hooking in the waistband of the flimsy material.

You arched your hips, lifting your ass off the comforter to allow him to remove the quickly dampening garment. He slipped them down your legs and you sat back down, he left them hooked around one of your ankles and you spread your legs wider, making sure he could see all of you.

“Fuck. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about your body.” He mused, one hand resting on your outer thigh, his other hand hooking under your knee to draw you just a little closer. You allowed him to do this even as your grip on the knife tightened, “Yeah? Been jerking off to it like nuts I bet.”

He let out a small laugh, “Can you blame me?” His hand dragged off your thigh and landed between your legs, his cool and smooth leather clad thumb brushed over your clitoris and you sighed in pleasure. “Mmmf. No, no I can not, I am pretty great.”

You can feel him roll his eyes behind the ghostly white plastic that hid his face from view, “You're getting dangerously close to outright cocky as opposed to just confident, you know that right?”

That voice was so captivating, he barely spoke to you in person last time but now he was laying it on thick and you were liking the back and forth. You couldn’t place his voice. It was deep, oddly familiar but you still didn’t know who it was. “I think you like it.”

You taunted as he began to rub, slow and firm circles that started the low rolling simmer of pleasure to kick things off. “Maybe I do.”

You smile indulgently as he works, taking his time, working you over easily, more circles drawn and when he notices your breathing picking up slightly he chooses that moment to pick up the pace too. It felt good, easy, but not good enough. “You gonna start using that mouth the right way or?”

A threat you gave while brandishing the knife and he said as his hand stopped rubbing, “Pushy, pushy.”

“You were the one who begged to do this so do it right.” You pressed and he said, “As you wish.”

You snorted out a laugh, “Mmmkay Westley, enough sweet talk, start eating.”

He dropped lower, one hand lifting up his mask exposing that pretty mouth of his once more, his lips dragged up your thigh and you watched him make his moves. He worked his way up and you feel his hot breath on the space between your legs and you tense slightly. He doesn’t make you wait with you holding the knife, he starts off sweetly and simply with a kiss over your clit that makes you want to let out a soft moan but you hold it back. You aren’t going to give him the satisfaction. If he wants to hear you he has to do much, much better than that.

The first lick is fucking good, dragging up through your folds, tasting you with a hum, he goes in for another lick and a third right after, hole to up and over your clit before saying wetly against your soaked flesh, “You taste incredible.”

“Mmmf, awful lotta flattery tonight-” You started and he cut you off, a swirl over your clit before he said, “No I mean every fucking word of it. This is what I was really thinkin’ of.”

He licked again, long and slow, “-how you taste and smell, fuck s’ good.”

God, this was really affecting you, he sounded so into it, so turned on and genuine, like he really meant it. You can say with absolute certainty that no one had said anything close to this to you before, certainly not while they were eating you out like you were the best thing anyone ever tasted.

Your hand went to the back of his head, you needed to gain some more control, needed to maintain the upper hand over him. If you let him keep talking you’d melt at this rate. You ground down on him, rocking your hips forward causing him to moan, “Enough talking already hurry up-”

You commanded and he took your cue easily, he threw one of your legs over his shoulder and set a good steady rhythm as he licked over your clit. He sucked indulgently, pulling your clit through his teeth covered by his lips, flicking his tongue over it now that he had it in his mouth. You squirmed allowing a moan to break free from the extreme jolt of pleasure that shocked you shooting up your spine, “Fuck yes, there you go, finally.”

Head falling back as you move your his in time with his mouth, he really was good at it, trying to downplay how good was really fucking hard. “Mmf yeahhhh, shit, once you stop fucking talking you’ve got a great mouth on you-”

You pant out and he sucks harder in response, tongue swirling around the sensitive nub, one of his gloved hands sliding up your body and cupping one of your exposed breasts. He plucked at one of your nipples with a moan, the vibrations of which had your legs tensing harder around his head. You let him play with you as he wanted, touching and tasting, losing yourself to it, allowing moans to flow more freely as the pleasure increased.

You are reminded of the knife in your grip, your fingers wind tighter in the black material of the back of the hood of his robe, pulling him closer and bringing the knife down, holding it near his throat. He feels the chill through the fabric and he shivers with a moan. “Oooh yeah you like that, hmm?”

You taunted, earning him palming one of your tits harder, he pulled off, tongue, messy open mouthed kisses that made you shudder in kind as he said, “Maybe I do.”

“Yeah, maybe, right.” You laughed, your foot that was still on the ground slipped between his legs and pressed down, feeling his erection through the robe and his jeans. “How hard are you exactly?”

“Shut up.” He laughed against you, there was a moan bracketing it, clear heat as he rocked his own hips forward and you pressed harder, “Nasty kinda guy, ohhhh right there-” You gasped out, “-willing to hump at my heels to get off?”

Instead of telling you to shut up he worked harder. Poured more effort into how his mouth moved with clear purpose to make you break. You didn’t let up either, pushed and rocked hips and your foot against him and that familiar feeling was building and rising inside of you. “Shit yes, keep going!”

It wouldn’t take much more, the situation, the power, the control, it was all helping you get off. You had a killer between your thighs, lapping at your cunt like he was dying of thirst after you had stolen his knife from him, after he begged for the privilege. You were getting so close, “Ah-ahhh almost there, yes!”

He hummed to show he was listening but didn’t stop, kept pace and in less than a minute you were cumming on his tongue. It was even better than the first time, you were almost fucking his face from how hard you were humping it as you rode out your high. He moaned against you as you did and when you finally had enough, the rise and the peak and the fall left you shoved him back with a huff so he fell onto his ass.

“Fuck. Not bad, you did better than last time.” You praised him.

His robe was part way up and you asked him, a point with your knife, “Get that shit out of the way. Lemme see you.”

He listened, you saw him straining against the jeans he wore and you smiled. “Damn, look at you. Must be really in need, huh?”

He nodded, the lower half of his face exposed and his chin wet. “Want my help?” You offered and he jumped at the chance.

“Yes! I mean uh yeah, please-” He babbled as he started to open his pants and you laughed. “Oh no, no. Not yet. You need to do more than get me off once.”

He should have known it was too good to be true.

So when ten minutes later you had him on his back on your floor, grinding onto his tongue yet again, knife in hand as he sucked at your clit, nearly toppling over the edge again, threatening that he doesn’t stop again lest you do something drastic.

You weren’t making it easy at all for him to focus, he was painfully hard, you were so hot writhing on top of him, moaning and more. He didn’t stop till you came and when you came again after that, with two of his fingers inside of you, another thing you made him beg to be allowed to do, you spilled with an ample gush and he was throbbing his pants painfully.

He was panting, begging, “Please, please, please touch me, I am dying here, I need some relief-”

You were feeling good. Happy, loose and warm as his fingers slipped out of your cunt. You were fingering the end of the blade, sweat leaving a sheen on your body as you looked down at him over your shoulder. “Mmmm you have done so good and not even any complaining, maybe I should do you a small courtesy.”

You put the blade of the knife between your teeth and reached down, opened his pants and he arched, helped him out of his pants and underwear, down his thighs halfway, finally exposing himself to you.

You had to admit, he had a nice dick. Good length and girth, small smattering of hair, well kept, you wanted to touch him and after taking the blade back in one hand. You were still half straddling his face. You reached out with your other hand and teasingly ran your fingers up one side of his shaft. He arched his hips closer and you laughed, “Needy.”

You teased him for a while, light touches, small caresses, gentle scrapes of the edge of your nail over the space where head met the shaft. He was leaking a lot of pre-cum by this point, breathing so hard, squirming and you finally wrapped your hand around him. You began to stroke him slowly and he fucked up into your fist and you held the knife to the base of his shaft, gritting out, “Stop. Moving.”

He held his breath, a shaky nod and he fought to lie still while you touched him. Stroking slowly and firmly from where you were holding the knife at his base all the way up to tip. Thumb stroking over the slit, spreading more pre-cum, he let out a quiet moan and you grinned, “Yeah that is fine, tell me how good it fucking feels.”

“So good, holy shit, your hands are so soft-” He groaned out and you rolled your eyes, “Not so loud! You tyrna get us caught? My family is home, idiot.” Your foot tapped him on the side of his head as you chastised him.

“You want me to help you cum? You need to keep it down.” You told him, the edge of the blade digging into the flesh slightly and he hissed, “Okay! Okay! I’m sorry!” He breathed out on a single exhale in a stage whisper.

“Better.” You praised and you really had some fun. You touched and jerked him off with your well lubed hand, even going so far as to spit onto the head of his dick which had him biting his knuckles to keep silent as you wanted.

“Really struggling there. Need me to gag you with my panties?” You felt him throb in your fist and you laughed, “Oh of course you get off on that shit. Fuckin’ freak.”

You were getting so turned on by degrading him, touching him and getting to him so badly that you wanted more. "You are so weak. What happened to wanting to kill me, huh? You came by days ago to gut me and I got the drop on you so easily. Now look at you, begging to eat me out."

You lowered your hips down and he took the hint right away. Hands on your hips his tongue darted out and licked up over your whole slit. As you worked and he ate you out again, renewed vigour and you were so sensitive and excited you rocked on his face.

“God that’s good.” You breathed, you had a craving, a want. A deep one, the thought crossed your mind briefly and you think you really wanted it.

You looked over your shoulder as your hips swivelled, “You wanna fuck me?”

He didn’t believe what he was hearing, head falling back he asked, “Are you serious?”

“As the dead.” You teased and he laughed slightly before begging, “Yes, fuck, please-”

You got up, shaky legs and onto the bed, you beckoned him over, “Hurry up before I change my mind.”

He scrambled onto the bed, he got between your legs which you hooked over his hips once he was close enough. He got fully on top of you and you felt him brush against you, hot and hard and you squirmed your hips, “Let’s go.”

He moved, slowly, slipped inside of you with a soft groan that you matched, he felt good, the stretch of him was more than welcome. “Shit you’re so fucking wet, so tight-”

You wrapped your legs around him tighter, dragged him closer till he bottomed out, “Fuck, you don’t feel so bad yourself.”

He started to move, slow pace started, shaky breaths panting out, moaning as quietly as he could manage, enjoying the feeling of you slick and hot wrapped around him. He was so worked up, he didn’t think he would be able to hold back. His pace didn’t stay slow, he sped up, fucked harder, you ached, moaned, angled your hips so he ground on your clit with every full thrust inside. You clenched around him beautifully and he let out a strangled sound of pleasure at how perfect you felt.

He wasn’t going to make it, you knew it, he knew it.

And that wouldn’t do. One of your hands rested on the back of his neck, holding the blade to his throat. You leaned up, whispered just to him as his hips faltered slightly, “Better hope you last long enough for me to cum again or who knows what might happen.”

You held the knife tighter to him, he gasped and had to bite his bottom lip to stop himself from crying out. He throbbed painfully, he was in real trouble. Your lips brushed against his, tongue darting out, tasting yourself on his mouth and he felt dangerously close to spilling into you which meant you were dangerously close to spilling his blood. Why was he so into this, so turned on he felt like he couldn't think, couldn't hear, blood pounding in his ears so loud he almost missed you saying, "Hold that pathetic fucking load till I give the word."

What had he gotten himself into with you?

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