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spookychick78 · 1 year

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Ghostface One Shot

Warnings: SMUT 18+, choking, lottts of knife play, language, rough sex

Word Count: 3,366

Work was such a drag, you were more than happy to be in for the night. You closed the door to your bedroom and threw your bag into the corner. You sat down at the edge of the bed and ran your hands through your hair with a sigh. A breeze blew into the room and you turned to see the curtains dancing in the wind. You were glad you'd left your window open, it at least ensured the room stayed cool. You began to lie down, but just before your head met the pillow, your phone rang.

"God, what now?" You mumbled to yourself as you sat back up to dig through your bag.

You fingers finally found it and you quickly lifted it to see it was an unknown caller. You rolled your eyes and pressed decline. Just before you set it back down, it rang again. The same words appeared on the screen and you narrowed your eyes. Telemarketers didn't usually call twice. You decided to take a chance and answer it, expecting some collect caller on the other end.

"Hello?" You said, annoyed.

"Why'd you hang up?" A man's voice responded in an almost playful tone.

The casual question he asked threw you off. You pulled the phone back and double checked the screen to see if you'd mistakenly read it wrong, but no. It was definitely an unknown number.

"Hello?" You heard the man say in that same playful tone.

You hesitantly put the phone back up to your ear, "Who is this?"

"A friend," the man said.

"I'm sorry, I don't know your number, do I know you?"

"Really? I know yours," he said coolly, "what's your name?"

"(Y/n)," you answered against your better judgment, "what's yours?"

"(Y/n)," he repeated slowly, "pretty name for a pretty girl. I like it."

You furrowed your brow in confusion, "So you do know me?"

"No," he said with a laugh, "but I'd like to."

You stood up and began to pace the room, "You've got a funny way of introducing yourself."

"I'm a funny guy," he said almost sinisterly.

You glanced out your window half expecting to see whoever this was standing out there, but your yard was empty. You knew you should have hung up the phone by now, but you were a sucker for a little mystery.

"Do you want to play a game, (y/n)?"

It was like he knew.

"I feel like my answer should be no, but," you trailed off as you considered just how bad of an idea this would turn out to be, "I can't say I'm not tempted to say yes."

"Maybe it should be, but life is more fun when there's a little risk involved, right?"

You laughed, but hesitated to answer his original question.

"Let me make this easier for you," he said in that sinister tone again, "you're going to play a game with me, (Y/n)."

"Alright," you said defiantly, "let's play."

"Smart girl," he said with laugh, "first question. Do you scare easy?"

"No," you said flatly.

You went to close your window. At this point you were certain this was a bad idea, yet you still wanted to play. Desperate for some distraction from the monotony of day to day life. Stupid, is what you were being, but you just kept playing along.

"Are you scared right now?" He asked.

"Should I be?"

"Maybe," he said quietly, "next question, or rather, next task. I want you to look under your bed."

"Is this some kind of Halloween prank?" You said abruptly.

He started to laugh, "What do you think?"

"I think I'm gonna hang up now," you said, mocking his strange voice.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," he said, more serious than before, "now look under your bed."

Your eyes wandered towards the floor and over to the darkness hiding behind the part of your duvet that hung over the side of the bed. You slowly walked over to it and lifted it up.

"Do it," he said, the grin on his face was almost audible, "get on your knees."

Now you knew he was watching you, he had to be. You slowly did as he asked and peered into the darkness. You braced yourself, half frightened you might find him underneath, but as your eyes adjusted you found there was nothing there. You couldn't believe you were thinking it, but you were almost a little disappointed. Boredom had really taken its toll on you, you thought to yourself. Here you were finding entertainment in this stranger's most definitely threatening game.

"There's nothing under here," you chimed into the phone.

"You're right. That would be too obvious, wouldn't it? Check your closet," he commanded.

"Isn't that even more obvious? Come on, you sound more creative than that," you teased as you glided over to the closet to find it too was empty.

"You think so?" He asked in a more amused tone, "look out your window."

"I did, but you already knew that," you said as you moved towards the window like he asked.

"Now you're catching on. What do you see?"

Your eyes moved back and forth, scanning the shadows with care, "I don't see anything."

"Look closer," he whispered.

You moved in towards the glass and strained your eyes further. The yard was empty as could be, but something caught your gaze and it wasn't outside. You felt your heart rate pick up when you noticed the face looking back at you in the reflection. Two black eyes, an open mouth on a pale white mask, and a black hood that covered his entire body. It was faint, but there was no way your mind was playing tricks on you. He was right behind you. Ghostface was right behind you.

"Are you scared now?" He asked in your ear.

You looked right back at him through the reflection and lied through your teeth, "No."

You noticed the gleam of a blade and watched him rest it on your shoulder. He let it drag down your arm, pulling on the slim strap of your tank top as it moved. He was careful not to draw blood. Yet.

"You wouldn't lie to me, would you?" He whispered as he tilted his head to the side.

"Never," you replied quickly and quietly, "you're the one all over the news, you're Ghostface."

"See, you do know me," he teased as he continued to drag the knife up and down your arm.

"Are you going to kill me?" You asked as calmly as you could manage.

"I was," he replied with a sigh as he played with that strap again, "but you did so well during our first game. So obedient."

You were silent as you watched him contemplate with that knife. You knew he could clearly hear how shaky your breath was. Life may have been boring, but you weren't ready to die.

"Do you think we should play another? Something a little," he quickly turned the knife upwards and cut through your tank top's strap, "different."

You tried your hardest to stop that gasp from escaping your mouth, but it couldn't be helped. He began to play with the strap on your other shoulder, still slow as ever but he was pressing a little firmer with the blade, tempted to draw just a bit of blood.

"Does this game end with me breathing?" You asked as the cold metal began to raise goosebumps on your skin.

"That depends on how well you play," he whispered in your ear.

You hated that the way he said it made you almost excited to find out what exactly this game would be. Though, you had a good idea of what to expect, at least for the most part. Or maybe that was just wishful thinking on your part. You were beginning to wonder just how sick you were upstairs. You wanted to play and he could tell. There was something about the way he spoke, the sound of his voice and the mystery of it all. You watched his head tilt from one side to the other in the reflection. The idea of being so damn good in bed that even Ghostface himself wouldn't want to kill you somehow made this even more exciting. You knew you should have been scared, terrified and probably running, but you were up for the challenge.

"So what do you say?" He asked as he began to pull that other strap up with the knife, "Wanna take one more risk, (Y/n)?"

"Let's play."

As soon as the words left your mouth he cut it, "I was hoping you'd say that," he said before he grabbed the back of your top and sliced it open down the middle.

It fell away, revealing your black bra to him which he acknowledged with a devilish laugh. He rolled the remains of your tank top up and quickly grabbed your hands to bind them behind you. Once he was sure they were tight enough he turned you around to face him. He took his knife and placed it on your lips. He used the flat end to pull your bottom lip down, leaving your mouth open for him to admire. He then dragged it down your chin, neck, down to your chest and to the front of your bra. He traced your breasts, circling each of them with the sharper side of his knife now, taunting you. You knew he liked your obedience before, but you were tempted to try something different.

"Are you just gonna stare at me all night," you said as you watched the knife over your nose, "or are you gonna do something?"

The knife stopped moving and he cocked his head at you. A gloved hand flew up to your throat and he wrapped it around you in a painfully tight grip. You winced, but you couldn't say you didn't enjoy the display of dominance.

"You wanna be a brat now, huh?" He said before he leaned his masked face into yours until your nose almost touched, "I'll do what I want, when I want, for however long I want. Understood?"

"Then what do you want?" You choked out as your eyes wandered through those dark black holes to just barely catch a glimpse of his own.

He let out a low chuckle before he moved in close to your ear, you felt him cut your bra open, "I wanna make you scream."

Before you even had a chance to think of a response, he turned you both and threw you onto the bed. You tried to use your bound hands to push yourself up when you felt him grab at your shorts. He struggled to undo the buttons and ended up using his knife to snap them.

"You won't be needing these," he said as he pulled them off of you to admire the lace of your panties, "or these."

He grabbed each of your legs and swiftly dragged you to the edge of the bed. Your head hit the mattress and your breath hitched when you felt that knife on your bare inner thigh. It's cold touch made you squirm, but he was quick to stop you. He didn't want you going anywhere.

"No moving," he said as his free hand forced your thigh back so he could tease you further, "not until I say so."

He let it wander further this time, exploring up from the inside of your knee all the way back to his original spot. Then he moved it more inward. Part of you was terrified of what exactly he was planning to do with that knife, the other desperately needed touch. With all of you exposed to him, the tip of his knife dragging dangerously close to the most sensitive part of you, your body was both itching to be pleased and trembling with fear of the unknown. Suddenly, you no longer felt the knife. You stared up at the ceiling, so tempted to push yourself up to see what he was doing, but you did your best to resist the urge. Then you felt breath between your thighs. He must have taken his mask off. His mouth was so close to touching you, but other than a quick brush, he gave you nothing. You squirmed again in an attempt to find him where you needed him and felt both of his hands fall heavy on your hips, holding you down harder. You whined in response and he let out a laugh, which only worsened your state. You could practically feel the vibration of his voice where you wanted him most.

"You're only making this worse for yourself," he said in a self satisfied tone, he loved what he was doing to you, "you want it that bad? Beg for it."

"And if I don't?"

"It's your life at stake, isn't it? I suggest you do as I say and tell me just how badly you want me to taste you," he said, his lips just barely brushing against the top part of your inner thigh as he spoke.

"So badly," you breathed.

You felt him nip at your skin, "No, no. Say it."

"I want you to taste me."

"I said beg," he said through gritted teeth.

He bit down again and a moan escaped your lips, "Please, I want you to, I need you to taste me," you cried.

"Louder."

"I'm begging you, please," you said louder, you thought you sounded so pathetic with how desperate you were at this point.

"I want your fucking neighbors to hear you," he spat up at you.

"God, just please fuck me already, I want you to fuck me," you screamed.

"Good girl," he said as he pulled your hips forward.

When his tongue finally met your sweet spot, your neck arched back, "Yes," you breathed.

God, you had never wanted anything so bad. The feeling of his tongue exploring you so gently, steadily adding more pressure with each flick was heaven. He was good, more than good. It was as if he knew exactly how to work you, every little thing he did was exactly what you needed him to do. Not one wrong move was made. You were already unraveling under his touch. No one had ever teased you like that before, your body was begging for release before he had even touched you, just as he had planned. You started to tense when you felt the vibration of the groan that escaped him against you. That, mingled with the pressure of his tongue, made you let out an almost pathetic whine. He could tell he had you on the brink.

"Not yet," he ordered, "not until I'm inside you."

But you were already right there. It was beyond your control, but he knew that. You felt his fingers dig into your hips as he grew frustrated at you're inability to hold off any longer. Just before you could get the release you were aching for, he pulled away. Before you could complain, you felt his hands grip your waist and flip you over. He grabbed your hips and pulled you back, forcing you on your knees. You started to turn your head to look back at him, you just knew he didn't have the mask on anymore, he had taken it off while he was between your legs and you wanted to see his face. Just before you could catch a glimpse, he grabbed a fistful of your hair and forced your head back as he thrusted into you. You cried out and squeezed your eyes shut as he went as deep as he could go, making you burn with pleasure.

"Now you can cum," he said through gritted teeth as he began his brutal pace.

With or without his permission, you were going to. Your body was doing all the begging for you now. You pushed back against him to meet his thrusts, and before long you felt that knot that had begun to form when his tongue was in you start to snap. He could tell he was hitting the right spot and a self satisfied smirk formed on his face. He tightened his grip on your hair and went harder until he felt you clench around him.

He pulled your head up more so he could whisper in your ear, "Now scream for me."

You did just as he asked as your climax hit you harder than any other you'd had before. He watched your fists clench in their binds, desperate for something to hold onto as he fucked you through your orgasm. He took his other hand and brought it to his mouth so he could rip his glove off, then he pulled you up further so he could use his fingers to play with you. Your body writhed as he worked you for yet another orgasm. The overstimulation only made you louder, which earned another sinister laugh from him.

"You're such a fucking mess for me, aren't you?" He said as he moved his fingers faster, drove himself into you harder.

You were and you were about to find further release. He felt you tighten around him again and this time, it was going to send him over the edge with you. His breath became uneven in your ear and he let go of your hair to force your hips harder against his own. You heard him muttering a slew of curses in a breathy voice as his thrusts became sloppier, more desperate. He let out a few whines of his own, but god were they amazing to hear. They drew you closer to that second orgasm you were chasing and when you finally found it you felt him find his own inside you. His head fell back as he rode through it. Then he stopped, breathing heavily over you. Your head was spinning and you barely even noticed him grab the knife that was lying beside you. He quickly cut the bind on your hands and your arms fell limp at your sides. He laughed at your annihilated state before he pulled out of you. You felt his hand reach around to lift you up by your throat. He pressed your back against his chest and turned your head with his gloved hand so he could place a firm kiss to your lips. You would have returned it better than you did, but after being fucked silly, you barely had any energy left to give him. He let go and you fell forward, thankfully your hands found the mattress before your face did. You pushed yourself up and looked over at him. His mask was still off and your jaw dropped. You did know him, you'd never spoken to him, but you definitely knew who he was.

"Stu?" You asked, dumbfounded.

He flashed that funny smile of his at you as he admired the shock on your face, then he mocked you with a shocked look of his own, "(Y/n)?"

"You- but I, you're- you're Ghostface?" You asked confused.

"Surprise," he said as he put his other glove back on.

You furrowed your brow, "But, why-"

"Come on. I've been trying to get your attention for weeks. Nothing seemed to be working, but this," he said cockily, "this definitely worked."

You felt your face heat up as he lifted the mask up to his face, "Didn't it?"

Oh, it definitely worked.

"So you're not gonna kill me?" You asked as you watched him lift your window open.

"After that? Are you kidding me?" He said with an astonished laugh, "No way."

He watched you smirk in response. He flashed that smile one more time before he threw his mask back on. He started to climb out the window, but turned back to you.

"So," he said through the voice modulator, "I'll call you?"

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444rockstargf · 7 months

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so it begins...

10.01 - BDSM | CHARLIE WALKER!

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female!reader x ghostface!charlie

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contents: spanking, bondage, use of vibrator, overstimulation, unprotected p in v

and just like that, it was charlie’s favourite time of year once again. as soon as the clock struck 12:00 on october 1, you found that the entire house was filled with every halloween essential imaginable. but your favourite part of the holiday was his “trick or treating.” which was just him popping out and fucking you at anytime. truly horrific.

but there was only one rule: the mask stays on during sex. and he’ll never warn you about what’s to come, leaving to you mindlessly wonder about whatever stunt he’s planning. you light two candles and place them on your bedside table, the orange light giving your room an eerie glow.

you strolled over to your bed, sitting down and resting your back on the headboard, not knowing what to do with yourself. the knowledge that charlie could appear at anytime made you feel like you always had to be ready for him, which is why you decided to put on your blood-red silk nightgown just in case he decided to show up tonight.

your room had a chill, the slight breeze that came in through your window causing a few movements in your bedroom. you had picked up a book and started reading it just to kill time, but your mind began to wander elsewhere. there was something so beautiful about this season. it had become your favourite part of the year ever since you’d started dating charlie.

as you flipped through the thin pages of the novel, you found yourself growing drowsy, your motions becoming less precise. you set the book to the side, shifting over to lie down as you looked out the window. the thoughts in your mind started to melt into each other, creating a slurry of random little things that came into your mind, eventually causing you to drift off to sleep.

the wind sang a sweet melody that sent you into a deep sleep, making you completely oblivious to the presence of someone in your room. someone who only had the worst intentions for you tonight. feeling some sort of restriction around your body, your eyes sprung open and instantly began scanning the room.

you attempted to sit up, only to notice the thick rope that was binding your limbs together. you looked at every intricate knot, each one tied with razor-sharp precision. this could only be the work of one person. he was here. as you looked around the room, a firm hand grabbed your chin and forced your head in its direction. you were met by charlie, the emotionless expression on his mask somehow carrying a much more sinister aura.

“rise and shine, doll… ” his voice came out as the deep, distorted one that always turned you on. he gently stroked your cheek, watching as you squirmed to try and sit up. he gazed at your body, seeing how the gown accentuated every one of your curves. he picked you up by your waist and took a nice, long look at you. “wearing that for me, hm?” he chuckled softly before setting you down gently. it was at that moment that you noticed he had a brown bag on his back. one that held the contents that could’ve been the death of you.

he set the bag down, pushing you back into the headboard. your wrists and ankles were tied together, restricting you from making any extreme movements, so you could only watch as he shuffled through the bag, going through various objects that you couldn't quite make out. he joined you on the bed, sitting right in front of you.

you could tell that he was staring at you intently. the way his head travelled down your body was eating you alive. without warning, he put his hand on you and flipped you around, the quick move making your tiny little gown ride up your thighs and expose the soft skin of your ass. he pushed your head into the pillow and forced your hips into the air, brushing over his just a little.

he pulled the gown up to your waist, seeing the little jewelled buttplug that was stuffed in your asshole. “just couldn’t wait for me, huh?” you were wearing such a tiny thong that he could see the way your pussy was glistening, already begging to be used and destroyed. you heard a dark little chuckle come out of him, a shiver travelling through your spine.

he picked the bag from the floor and dumped its contents onto your bed. you tried to turn to look, but you felt a harsh sting on your ass, making you yelp. you’d felt the familiar object many times before, but the initial shock never left. he gripped the paddle firmly before landing another painful slap.

the loud smack sound rang through your ears with every slap. you couldn’t see it, but you could imagine the bruised colour your ass must have been turning, all to his delight. “i love seeing you get all wet like this…” he ran a thumb over your wet slit, the thin fabric of the thong penetrating you slightly.

he gentleness of his touch allowed you to catch your breath, regaining your stamina. he tore off the thong and pulled your hair so that your head was lifted. he stuffed the panties in your mouth, forcing you to take it. “i don’t want to hear a word from you tonight, understand?” you simply nodded, not wanting to make this difficult for him just yet.

he gave your sore ass a gentle pat before moving to the assortment of toys on the bed. you could only judge what he picked by the sound. you heard the flick of a button followed by a light buzzing sound. he was starting off with your favourite. he rested himself behind you, watching your pussy pulsate with desire.

he brought the toy close to your clit, just barely making contact with it and saw how you were already melting from the minimal amount of teasing. he pressed the toy onto your clit, muffled moans starting to escape from your mouth. you rolled your hips into the toy, only to have it pulled away from you just as quickly.

“don’t get too needy, doll. i’d hate to have to punish you.” his tone said otherwise. you whined as you searched for the vibrations, already feeling a wave of heat washing through your sensitive bud. he pressed it back onto you, using your wet slick as a lubricant to easily slide it up and down.

you were whining, whimpering, and gripping the bedsheets until your knuckles turned blue. you felt your body mimicking the vibrations of the toy, the pleasure already becoming unbearably overwhelming. you felt yourself gushing all over the toy as he quickly dragged it over every part of your dripping cunt.

he pushed you through so many orgasms that he was certain that you had forgotten your own name. your pillow was drenched with spit and tears that came out of you. you had lost track of time, only knowing that he would keep going until he was ready to stop. and you knew that wasn’t coming any time soon.

you were a sobbing, shaky mess, your hips uncontrollably bucking into the toy. your body had been pushed far over the edge, but you just couldn't get enough of the sensation. your cum dripped down the toy, onto his clothed hand and all the way down to your sheets, saturating them.

he soon ceased the abuse on your sore little clit, chuckling a little as he saw the mess that you had turned into. you very stupidly thought that he was done with you. that is until you felt your overused pussy become stuffed by every single inch of his length. you screamed out, your body jerking into the bed as he started fucking your quickly.

your ass recoiled with every thrust, his hands keeping such a firm grip on your hips that it was sure to leave even more bruises. you came as soon as he pushed his cock into you, already leaving a white ring around his base. he went so fast that you were completely unable to process a single thought.

he had turned made you completely cockdrunk, every time he pulled out making you whine. you were exhausted, but you still craved more of this intoxicating feeling. he grabbed the vibrator again and pressing it against your pussy as he pounded into you, making your soul leave your body.

you squirted uncontrollably on his length, starting to feel extremely worn out. he kept up this excruciating mixture of pain and pleasure on your body until you were completely fucked out. “getting tired?” his voice indicated that he was getting to that point as well. you nodded frantically, your orgasms now being completely dry.

“say please like a good girl, then maybe i’ll consider.” you attempted to get the word out, but your speech was muffled and slurred. even so, he pulled out of you and flicked off the toy’s switch. you couldn’t hold yourself up any longer, collapsing on the bed instantly. your pussy was red and swollen from the hours of torture, but you loved the feeling of being destroyed like this.

he picked up your feet, untying the rope in a swift movement and doing the same to your wrists. you were lying back on the bed, still trying to regain your composure. as tired as you were, you loved this feeling more than anything. you lifted your head, wanting to thank charlie for treating you so well tonight, but he was already gone, leaving nothing but a cool breeze to take his place.

author's note: lets be real yall: kinktober was literally made for charlie walker. but i am writing for all of rory's characters just to mix things up a little. thanks for reading!!

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