Ghostface X Y/n - Tumblr Posts

Y/n: *sees a ghostface tiktok* oh hi daddy!

Ghostface: you need Jesus

Ghostface- shit that’s cold!

Y/n- hey ghosty that’s cold

Ghostface- I will kill you

Y/n- with what?

Ghostface- *reaches for knife*

Y/n- DON’T ANSWER THAT!!!

Y/n: ew I got hair in my mouth!

Nea: why don’t you just put your hair up?

Y/n: that’s what my glasses are for, plus it holds it up nice! :)

Ghostface rolling his eyes: I could hold their hair up MUCH nicer

[ @randomfandomdreaming ]

Y/n: [beating up a squishmallow] you can tell I haven’t probably slept with him, he’s still really hard-

Ghostface: [smirks] oh?

Y/n: WAIT- NO-

Ghostface: you know… he’s not the only one really hard-

Y/n: [throws the squishmallow at his face]

can you write ghostface taking care of a sick s/o? fully sfw pls :)

Of course sorry this took so long. Also leaving which Ghostface up to the reader :)

Ghostface x reader

He dabbed a cool wet washcloth on your head. You had a very high fever and you were throwing up violently. He felt bad so he decided to take care of you.

He was currently in the kitchen making you some soup. He also poured a glass of water for you. He poured some soup into a bowl and set the bowl on a tray. He then put the glass of water and a spoon on the tray as well. He picked up the tray and carried it to your shared room.

He placed it by you "Eat up sweetheart you need it" he whispered while brushing away a lock of your hair. You slowly sat up and with shakey hands you grabbed the glass. You brought it up to your lips and started to drink.

You slowly sat the glass down and he grabbed the spoon. You tilted your head in confusion. Then you slowly realized and you opened your mouth. He brought the spoon into your mouth. You let the soup slide down your throat, enjoying the creamy taste.

He kept feeding you soup until there was nothing left. He put everything back on the tray. You slowly slumped back down into the hoard if pillows. He walked out and into the kitchen. He put the dishes into the sink and then filled the glass with more water.

He walked back into the room and set the glass on your nightstand. You sniffled and let out a raspy cough. "Can you lie with me 'til I fall asleep please?" You mumbled to him

He gave a small smile "Of course sweetheart whatever you want" he slowly laid himself down next to you. His head rested near your chest and he stayed there eventually falling asleep himself.

Hi! I was wondering if you’d be willing to write some scenarios where a killer (maybe Yandere?) reacts to a female survivor that struggles with running because of a larger chest? I think that would definitely be an issue for me if I was a survivor. If not, I completely understand.

Sooo you never specified and that is a big must unless you want to leave it up to me:) Only reason it's a must because all the killers have different personalities.

Yandere!Ghostface reacts to Big chested!Reader

Danny loves to watch you run because your boobs bounce like crazy

He loves big titties so seeing you run gets him excited

When you struggle because of them he'll smoothly walk over to you and says "If you need help I'll hold them for you"

He loves to tease you over them

He records you struggling

He doesn't feel bad infact he likes that your struggling

It's funny to see your boobs getting your way or if there huge, hit your face

But may God/gods be with you if any survivor or killer makes ay jokes about it

He will go after them especially if there a survivor

Nobody can look at them but him

And if they try to touch them they will never see the light of day again

If he's feeling nice one day and he see's you struggling he may try to help you in his own special way <3

Yandere Alphabet w/ Danny Johnson

Affection — how do they show their love and affection?

Cook you a small dinner and watch horror movies together. Also tend to your wounds.

Blood — how messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Very messy. Will kill anyone for you. Does not take time to learn anything about them or stalk them just kill them.

Cruelty — how would they treat their darling once abducted?

He will be cruel. If you behave he won't hurt you badly. But if you act up he's gonna hurt you terribly. He gets off on your suffering.

Darling — aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

Yes 💀 Will use your body for his pleasure and torture you for hours.

Exposed — how vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Not very exposed. He will never fully open up to you even if you have been together for years.

Fight — how would they feel if their darling fought back?

He would be amused but after a while he will be annoyed. He likes them feisty but not too rough.

Game — is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

It's not really a game. It would be amusing for the first few times but after a while it would piss him off.

Hell — what would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

When he tortured them for hours. They pissed him off too many times and he decided to take things into his own hands.

Ideals — what kind of future do they have in mind for their darling?

One where they are obedient and loving. They will do anything for him and not question him.

Jealousy — do they get jealous? How do they handle it?

He can get a little jealous. He would walk up and weak his arms around you. He would whisper in your ear and kiss on your neck and whisk you away. Then you get fucked for the next couple hours.

Kisses — how do they act around or with their darling?

He can be cold and narcissistic. Also no boundaries and the word no doesn't exist to him so...But he can be caring when he's really tired.

Love letters — how would they go about approaching their darling?

Walk up to you at a bar or a place that is convenient. He would smooth talk you and try to woo you. Try to win you over normally. If that doesn't work then he'll kidnap you.

Mask — are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

Yes. With people he is decently friendly but with you he doesn't put on a mask. He can be rude or caring in his own way.

Naughty — how would they punish their darling?

He would torture them. By tying them up and using their body. Cutting them up and raping them or even psychological torture

Oppression — how many rights would they take away from their darling?

He is gonna take all the rights away. Darling will never have a say so over their body. He will use them for however he needs.

Patience — how patient are they with their darling?

He is decently patient with darling.

Quite — if their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

If darling dies he probably won't move on because he doesn't want to deal with the hassle of having to hide his other life. If darling escapes he will search for you until he finds you. You have a 50-50 chance of successfully escaping.

Regret — would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling?

No 💀

Stigma — what brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

Nothing he's just a psychopath 💀 He does deep down care about you in his own messed up way though

Tears — how do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

He gets off on it. He loves to see you cry and beg for mercy. It's gets him immediately hard when your on his hands and knees, grabbing his clothes, looking at him with teary doe eyes begging him to stop hurting you.

Unique — would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

He won't worship you or treat you like a princess/prince. Instead your gonna worship him.

Vice — what weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

He's gone for hours and really busy with his stalking and work.

Wit’s end — would they ever hurt their darling?

Yes. You hurt him to badly and your gonna be in a world of pain. He will tie you up and cut you and then rape you. Use your body for whatever he wants.

Xoanon — how much would they revere or worship their darling?

He's not gonna worship you. Instead your gonna worship him.

Yearn — how long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

It would take months to a year. He would meet you at a bar or a place where it's convenient and talk with you. He'd try to woo you but if that doesn't work he'll kidnap you.

Zenith — would they ever break their darling?

Yes. If you don't fall for him or give into Stockholm syndrome he will break you.

𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒚 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒓𝒚

ghostface x reader

GENRE → horror, smut.

SYNOPSIS → you're his killing partner. after nearly messing up while out on a nightly kill, ghostface decides that you're in need of a punishment.

TAGS/WARNINGS → dom! ghostface, creampie, rough sex, slapping, choking, degrading, manhandling, overstimulation, angry sex, no particular ghostface implied, spitting, oral!giving, fingering, knife play, mouth fucking, belt whipping, edging, kinda cnc

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you were on all fours, silently cleaning up the mess you had made. ghostface leaned against a wall, his arms crossed over his chest as he watched you clean. your head hung low in shame, as you wiped up the blood on the ground. he hadn't said a word, and you were fucking terrified.

you grabbed a mop, mopping up the floor in a quick hurry - eager to leave the victims house. the body was all taken care of for now, wrapped up like a present in garbage bags and duct tape. the sudden sound of wood creaking drew your attention over to him, as he took slow steps towards you. "why'd you hesitate?" his voice was deep, in control. he wasn't asking to know, he was demanding. "i don't- i don't know." why'd you say that? why couldn't you just tell him that you felt nervous that you had someone watching you? it seemed your mind had gone blank, the response you'd been thinking of suddenly vanishing into the tension filled room.

"you don't know?" he took a step closer, scoffing. you stopped mopping for a second, your hands holding onto the handle for dear life. "i just got...nervous while you were watching me." you looked at the floor, not being able to look at him. "aw, you got nervous?" he mocked you, before shoving you up against a wall. he held you by your throat, the mop dropping out of your hands and smacking against the floor. "if you can't handle me watching you kill someone, how the fuck am i supposed to trust you to do this on your own? am i your babysitter?" he sneered, his grip tightening momentarily. you shook your head, your hands coming up to hold his wrist. he slapped them away, pushing you into the wall harder. "you can't even handle me, how are you gonna face someone else who's bigger than you?" he looked you up and down, his tone dripping in disdain. "you can barely tell the difference between left and right." your brows furrowed, your frustration only growing at his words. "i killed him, didn't i?" you could sense it, the disapproval of your back talk. you didn't need to see his face to tell he was frowning. "you know damn well that's not what i'm talking about. i'm talking about how you couldn't handle your victim. if i wasn't there, he'd overpower you, and you'd be the one bleeding out. if i'm gonna have to save your ass everytime we go out and do this, im gonna take you out to the middle of nowhere and slit your throat open." he let go of your neck, leaving you gasping quietly for air. you held your own neck, the skin burning from his touch.

he walked away, moving to pick up the body on the floor. you watched as he effortlessly picked up the body, tossing it over his shoulder as if 195 weighed nothing. you swallowed, watching as he walked out the door. he paused in the doorway, turning around to look at you. "get a shovel and help me out. don't make me wait."

you were quick to move, following him outside and grabbing a shovel. he loaded the car, shoving the body inside the trunk while you placed the shovel in as well. the two of you drove in silence, and you sat in the passenger seat, anxiously waiting.

the moment you two were done, you could tell you were in a lot of trouble. judging by the way he slammed the trunk and doors - you knew you couldn't get out of this. he made you stay with him, as he couldn't risk having you out of his sight. you took off your mask, glancing over at him as he kept his on. he turned to you suddenly, titling his head. "the fuck are you looking at?" he took a few steps towards you, his presence looming and authoritative. he held your face hard, his fingers digging into your skin. your brows furrowed, and you winced from how hard he was being. "stop acting all innocent...like you almost didn't fuck up tonight. i could kill you, right fucking now, and nobody would know." he looked into your eyes, smirking under the mask as he saw them tear up. "aw, don't tell me you're gonna cry now because i yelled at you. you're so fuckin' sensitive," he rolled his eyes, letting go of your face.

"you wanna cry? fine, i'll give you a reason to." without warning, he grabbed you by your hair, dragging you to his room. you yelped as he threw you onto his bed, forcing you into laying flat on your stomach. before you could even get up, he was on top of you, his hand on your back, holding you down. "wha- what are you doing?!" your face was pressed into the mattress, your eyes squeezing shut as he held your head down. you couldn't see much, but you could hear the sound of him taking his belt off. you started squirming, but he placed his knee on the back of your legs, immediately stopping you. "don't you move." he warned, taking his belt and whipping your ass with it. the leather came down hard, making you grip the sheets, your knuckles turning white. you yelled, trying to move, but he only made it harder for you, using his body weight and strength to pin you down.

he leaned down, the belt still in hand. "i could do a lot worse to you, you know that right? the things i'd do to you, you might not even recover from." he chuckled darkly, slapping the back of your thighs with the belt. you still had your robe on, you didn't even have time to change. your body trembled from the pain, your skin stinging as you cried into the mattress silently, your fingers clutching the sheets. he noticed your whimpering, and slapped your ass with his hand. raising a brow in slight amusement, and something more when he felt your ass jiggle under his palm.

somehow, it hurt more than the belt. your body jolted, your cries becoming more apparent. he pulled your head back by your hair, leaning next to your ear. his body was on top of yours, and you could feel his crotch right against your ass as he straddled you from behind. "you're crying already?" he mocked sympathy, "you think i'll be less mean if you cry? what a baby. your tears mean nothing to me. cry all you want, it won't make me any less harder." you sniffled, wanting to wipe the tears from your eyes so badly. you didn't know what to say, but you figured it would be best if you stayed quiet.

the weight was lifted off of you, and you slowly rolled back over to sit up, thinking your punishment was over. oh, how wrong you were. you saw his belt laid next to you, and his robe was opened enough to reveal his black jeans unbuttoned and unzipped. you swallowed nervously as you looked at him stand there, his heavy footsteps making the wood on the floor creak under his weight. he stood in front of you, looking down at you, before slapping you across the face - hard. you held your cheek, your eyes watering from the impact. he spoke with disdain, crossing his arms as he looked down at you. he appeared bigger, taller, and stronger than you could ever be. "you look like a fuckin mess," he paused, looking at your face. "i didn't know you wore makeup - it's all runny," he spoke like he was disgusted. "though, i knew you always liked attention." his words made you angry, they made you want to bite back. but you knew where that'd get you. his thumb pressed against your bottom lip, and he forced his gloved finger inside your mouth, the pad of his finger pressing down on your tongue. he seemed pleased by how wet your mouth was, and he started to reach down to his pants. you swallowed, pleading for him. "oh my god, please don't," you whimpered. "why? you gonna cry again?" he taunted, pulling his pants down enough for you to see his black boxers. "i've heard people plead for me to not take their life, and somehow you sound more pathetic than they do," he said with amusement. he pulled out his hardened cock, just seeing you in pain and crying made him hard. this fucker- he was big. he didn't need for you to say it, he knew already. his pink tip tapped at your lips, and he forced you to open your mouth by stepping on your foot, making you gasp in pain.

he shoved his cock inside, letting out a hiss of pleasure as he felt his cock be engulfed by your mouth. he rocked gently, letting your tongue coat his cock in your saliva before commanding you to suck. "suck it. no wonder guys don't fuck you, you're terrible at this," he replied as you didn't move an inch, and you fought off the urge to bite. you decided to give in, as pleasing him would only make things better for you. slowly, you started to suck. he watched as you took your time, displeased with how slow you were, he rolled his eyes, growing bored. he pulled his cock out, grabbing your hair and forcing you to look up at him. "you gonna stop fucking around or do i need to smack the shit out of you again?"

his tone was threatening, making you swallow and take his cock back in your mouth. without using your hands, you slowly took it inch by inch, your tongue wrapping around the tip. you sucked on it generously, tracing his veins with your tongue. he tilted his head back, quietly panting. he groaned, looking down at you again, before taking your hair in a fist, and thrusting into your mouth. your eyes teared up from the pressure, looking up at him as he fucked your mouth relentlessly. his breathing was heavy, gasps shuddering as his cock grazed your tongue, the way your lips sucked on his tip made him crazy. it didn't take long for him to finish, for him to fill up your mouth with cum. "swallow it." he held you by your cheeks, fingertips burning into your skin. you obeyed, swallowing it.

he seemed impressed by how you didn't gag, but he wasn't gonna tell you that. you were slightly relieved when he pulled his pants back up, and when he left the room. you wiped your mouth, hating yourself for enjoying it.

you were confused, he hadn't said anything at all in the past hour. you got up from your room, leaving to take a shower. you stood underneath the water, deciding to pamper yourself after what happened. you shaved, used a body scrub, and your favorite body wash. you swore that you heard the door open, but you felt that it was just your paranoia of being in punishment that made you believe that.

you ended up finishing quickly, but you were quick to notice the missing thong from your pile of clothes. you exited the bathroom, going into your room to change. you felt that pampering yourself might make you feel less worse about this whole 'punishment.' you felt slightly disgusted, how many people did he do this do? you rubbed lotion on your arms and legs, jumping when the door handle started to move.

you were barely clothed, just a pair of grey shorts and a little black tank top. he entered your room, looking pissed off again. "you're a bitch, you know that?" he came closer. "making me feel like a fuckin' teenager in heat. you know how many bitches i fucked trying to get you off my mind?" you paused, completely taken aback.

"you're just some dumb bitch i've gotta babysit while we kill people together." his hand runs up your neck, the leather from his gloves caressing your soft skin. your brows furrowed, and you could tell he was smirking under the mask. "dumb girls like you don't even cross my mind a second time after i've came." you looked away, shame and embarrassment burning your cheeks after what had happened. you felt used - like some toy for him to get off on. "if you're feeling used, it's because you are. you fuckin' suck at killing," he paused, his hand sliding up the back of your neck - taking your hair and wrapping it around his hand, "maybe these hands are better for this." his unoccupied hand took your wrist, and he placed it on his crotch. you could feel him hardening under your palm, and you swallowed nervously.

he looked down at you, fighting the urge to smile at how pretty you were. "you're pretty when you cry," he chuckled darkly. "maybe I should make you cry more often, you look so good." you didn't know how to feel, he was being so cruel but so nice at the same time. you couldn't lie, you were eating up whatever compliments he gave - since they didn't come often.

but, his good mood disappeared as quick as it came, and before you know it you were shoved down onto your bed. his hands pinned your wrists down, and he was quick to straddle you. you fought against him, but it only ended up with you getting slapped. he didn't say a word, his hands already abandoning your wrists to travel up your top. you gasped softly as he gently pushed your top up, a finger tracing your abdomen. "look at you, barely fuckin' clothed. it's like you want my attention," he laughed cruelly. he reached behind him, pulling out his hunting knife. he dragged the tip up your stomach, the faintest mark appearing on the soft skin. he watched how your skin dented under the knife's weight, his lips pulling up into a twisted grin that nobody could see.

he ran it up your body, cutting your top open. the knife laid against your neck, and you swallowed thickly. you laid still, as if breathing would get you killed. his hand came down and squeezed your boob, and he leaned down next to your ear. "i usually don't give girls attention like this, but you're different." he sighed in frustration, "you gotta boyfriend?"

"no," you cleared your throat. "it wouldn't matter anyway, id kill him just to have you for myself." he chuckled, his hand running down your stomach to press against your clothed pussy. you jolted underneath his body, squirming slightly. "don't move, girl." you could tell he was looking you up and down, "i'm gonna make this pussy mine." you tried to move again, but he held you by your throat, his thumb digging into your neck. you gasped, and his hand went down your shorts. you shuddered when you felt his finger run down your pussy, his gloved fingertip sliding in between your lips. he watched your brows furrow, and your lips part slightly to let out soft gasps.

you didn't know how to feel. were you angry that he was treating you like this? speaking to you like you were below him? all of that faded as you felt his finger circle your clit. a sharp gasp exiting your mouth, your back slightly arching on its own. you felt him press you into the mattress, his strong arm holding you in place. "that's it, good girl." he murmured, watching as you moved your hips like some bitch in heat. he removed his finger, his hand disappearing under his mask as he tasted you on his fingers. you opened your eyes and looked at him as he tasted you. you couldn't tell what he was thinking.

his legs were spread as he straddled you, but he got off of you, and stood by the edge of your bed. he yanked you to the edge by your ankles, until your lower half slightly tipped over the edge. he pushed your legs up to your chest, a hand under your knees as he traced your clothed pussy with his finger. his breathing had become heavier, and he practically tore your shorts off you. he moved his mask slightly, just to spit in your mouth. he forced it open, dragging his ring and middle finger along your tongue. when he pulled your thong to the side, his eyes glimmered in amusement at how wet you were already. "didn't even need to use spit," he chuckled. "suck it off." his fingers returned to your mouth, and you sucked his spit off of them.

he couldn't wait, he was hard the moment he stepped into your room, and saw how your shorts hugged the fat of your ass. he pressed himself against your wet pussy. the front of his jeans were dampened, and he groaned feeling you pressed against him. in a quick motion, he unbuttoned his jeans. "spread that pussy for me," he ordered. your hands came around your thighs, spreading open your pussy for him. he ran a finger in between your folds, your mouth parting to let out soft pants. he circled your clit slowly, before teasing your hole with the tip of his finger. he leaned down, his ring finger poking at your hole while his thumb caressed your clit. "you're dripping," he sneered. he felt pride knowing you were so wet because of him, and something darker gleamed in his eyes as he heard your soft whines and the sounds of you sucking in a breath. he slowly sunk his ring and middle finger in your hole, watching as you tipped your head back. a soft whine left your mouth, and he picked up his pace seeing your reaction. "come on," he encouraged, "show me how good this pussy is." upon hearing that, your pussy clamped around his fingers, and he looked at you with amusement.

he curled his fingers, making you arch your back. his pace quickened on your clit, and you swore you were going to cum, when he suddenly pulled out. you opened your eyes, shocked to see him laughing. "oh baby, you're not gonna get to cum so quickly." he stood up to his full height, taking his pants off and pulling them down. he pulled out his cock, rubbing the tip in between your folds. you looked at him, brows furrowed as he teased you. "you're still being punished, remember?" he taunted, leaning down to choke you again. you held onto his wrist, and this time he let you. "please," you whined. "please what?" he tilted his head, looking down at you.

"please, put it in. i-i can't.." you squirmed, trying to gain some friction. but instead, he pushed your hips down into the mattress, his voice quickly turning menacing. "stop moving, girl." he warned, his cock resting heavy on your pussy. he tapped his tip against your clit, rubbing it up and down before teasing the tip in. your painted toes curled with anticipation, as you let out a soft gasp as he stuck it in. but he quickly pulled out, leaving you with an empty feeling. just as you were about to protest, he stuck it in quickly, instantly filling you up. you let out a groan, your back arching again as he stood still. "relax, i haven't even done anything yet." he said with contempt, but it was amusing how turned on you were by this. "do you not get dick often? that would explain it," he smirked, loving the look of frustration on your face.

he started to rock his hips, fucking you at a painfully slow pace. but you knew not to disobey, even though you just wanted to move against him. he held open your legs, watching as his cock disappeared inside your pussy, how you sucked him in so fucking good that his eyes rolled back. your breathing was shaky as you tried to handle his slow pace, and to make it worse he added a finger to your clit, rubbing it in all the right places. he loved how your mouth hung slightly open, your brows furrowing as you looked as his cock inside you. your eyes trailed over his body, the distinct v line fading into the carved muscles of his upper half. he noticed you looking, and lifted his robe up to expose more of his stomach, while rolling his hips into yours.

a sharp gasp left your throat, as he started to pick up his pace. he pounded into you harder, yet his pace was still slow. he enjoyed watching you nearly cum all over his cock, and pulled out just before as you were about to. "do you wanna cum?" he taunted, leaning next to your ear while he pounded into you. you couldn't help the gasps and moans that left your mouth, "yes, please let me cum, please.." you begged, your legs sore from holding them up for so long. he suddenly pulled out again, forcing you onto your hands and knees. "I'll make you scream, baby. " he pulled your hips towards him, slapping your ass until it left a mark. he stuck his cock back in, pulling it back out and watching as your hole stayed in the same shape he stretched it. "I'm gonna make this pussy cum," he groaned, fucking into you sloppily. his abdomen was pressed into the fat of your ass, and you could hear the heavy breaths that left his mouth as he pounded into your pussy. his fingers returned to your clit, sloppily rubbing it until your pussy was clenching around his cock.

"be a good girl n' cum for me, show me how much you like this dick bitch." your knuckles were gripping the sheets, your toes curling and your eyes rolling back as he fucked you into oblivion, the side of your face pressed into the mattress as he buried his cock deep inside you, his fingers rubbing at your clit until you were a moaning mess. you swore you've never came so fucking hard - after nearly three times of him almost coaxing it out of you. "oh my god," you tried to move away, a scream leaving your throat as you felt him fuck you past your orgasm. you could feel him filling up your pussy with his cum, and he let out a deep groan, leaning against your body for support. your body collapsed, as you let out heavy pants. your eyes opened in shock when you felt yourself being lifted up, and he slammed you into the nearest wall, pounding into your pussy as if the two of your bodies weren't aching.

you couldn't remember how many times you came. he ran a finger up your pussy, practically fucking his own cum out of you. he pulled out his cum coated cock, and stuck it in your mouth. you licked him up, savoring the taste of him. "you freak bitch," he chuckled darkly, holding the side of your face. you sat on the edge of your bed, putting your clothes on while he pulled his pants up and left. you figured that he'd be the type to do that, and you decided it was time for another shower. but you could only imagine the surprise when you came back to your room, and saw him laying in the bed. he pat the space next to him, and as soon as you laid down he pulled you close to him.

"sleep with me," he moved up his mask slightly to kiss your neck (which you couldn't see since you were the little spoon.) you hummed in acknowledgement, laying comfortably in his strong arms. his fingers caressed the soft curve on your side, prompting you to fall asleep.

after that encounter, things had gotten strange. the girls that he'd fucked before you went missing. that or they were brutally murdered. when he heard shuffling around in the kitchen, he rose from his bed with a hunting knife tucked into his pants. "what the fuck?" he muttered, seeing you bloodied. "killing spree?" he let go of his knife, leaning against the wall. you came up to him, lifting up the bottom of his mask just enough where his neck was exposed. you started to kiss the skin, sucking on all the right spots. his hand rested on the small of your back, unsure of what caused the sudden affection - not that he was complaining. then you said something that made him shudder, "this dick belongs to me." oh fuck, he was losing his control. your hand ran down his stomach and groped his cock, eliciting a deep groan from him. "I don't belong to anyone," he panted, knowing you'd get angry. "tell that to them." you looked into his eyes, and his face fell as he connected the dots. but he wasn't afraid of what you were capable of - in fact, he found his perfect match.

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authors note: since halloween is coming, I decided I should throw in another ghostface fic cause he's so fucking hot likeee...

Subby Danny is a yes!!

Can I ask for sub danny johnson and fem dom reader? Edging and hand jobs if u don't mind. He's a brat too. 100% fights for dominance but the slightest touch to his little throbbing head and he's putty in ur arms, bucking into ur hand and whimpering like a little bitch. He's also v shy cause he's not used to being a bottom 👉🏽👈🏽

Oooh man this was a bit of a challenge as a certified bottom, but I did my best. Hope you like it <3 also for anyone else who sees this, my requests are on!

Sub! Danny Johnson x Reader

"I want to try something different tonight," you start. 

Danny looks up from the papers he had been toiling over, his faux glasses off but still in his reporter clothes. He had come to your apartment right after work, promising to spend some time with you after he finished up his work. But that had been hours ago.

"Oh? And what would that entail, doll?" He replies, an easy smile forming on his face.

"I want to be in charge," you say, lifting your chin up a fraction higher.

His face stays even, but he raises an eyebrow, questioning you wordlessly. Right. He never let shock or surprise show on his face- always needing to be the one in control, in or out of the bedroom. You stand your ground.

"I think it would be a nice change," you push.

He plays with the pen in his hand, flipping it around while he deliberates, staring you down. After a few moments, he turns away, back to his work. 

"Sure baby, whatever would make you happy. We can do it after I finish up my piece for the paper," he dismisses you, already focused again.

You were prepared for this reaction. For him to not take you seriously, to try and remain in control even while pretending to give it up.

You walk away to your bedroom where he hid his duffel bag of tools for his… Late night outings. You had let him leave it at your place in case the police ever searched his own apartment- as a sign that he could trust you. You dig through the bag, pushing away his ghostface outfit to reveal exactly what you wanted. 

You stride back out to the living room where he sat at your computer desk, and without saying anything, press his own gutting knife to his throat.

He sighs, unphased. "And what do you think you're doing?"

"I'm doing exactly what I said I'd be doing. Taking control." 

You push the knife harder against his throat, finally earning a small gasp. You bend over the side of the computer chair to see that you've drawn a small amount of blood- a little red line now trickling down his neck.

"Can't this wait?" He questions, his voice a little uneven. 

"No, it can't. Stay still." You command while pulling the knife away from his throat and spinning the computer chair around to face you and the rope you were holding in your other hand.

While his eyes were narrowed, he couldn't hide the forming hardness under his work slacks. You let a smug smile creep onto your face as you quickly work to bind his wrists to the arms of the chair and his ankles together, using a technique you had taught yourself months ago. Once you finish, you stand back, admiring your work. 

"Are you proud of yourself?" He asks, annoyed. 

"Quite, actually," you reply chipperly. 

"You know I'm allowing this to happen, correct?"

Ah, and there it was. You expected this from him; to try and regain control as quickly as he loses it. You lazily spin the knife around in your hand, showing off yet another skill you had taught yourself in your time of dating a serial killer.

"Actually, I think I could've very easily slit your throat just then when you weren't paying attention-" you watch his cock twitch in his pants "-and I think you'll let me do what I want, or else."

He scoffs. "Fine, do what you want."

It was your turn to raise an eyebrow. 

"One more thing, Danny, sweetie…" you coo, taking the tip of the knife to under his chin and pushing his face up to meet yours. "You're going to quit trying to control this with that nasty mouth of yours, and instead put it to better use; Begging me to let you cum." 

His eyes widen as he holds your gaze, and swallows loudly. You give a smirk of approval, and reach down to unzip his slacks, reaching into his briefs to pull out his hardened member. He lets out a deep breath as you begin to work your hand up and down. 

You keep it at an even pace for a bit, listening to his hitched breathing as you both stare each other down. Then you begin to pump faster, and he allows himself to relax into the chair and enjoy himself more.

You look down to see precum forming at his pink tip, and back up to his face to a light blush forming in his cheeks. He begins to buck up into your hand, moving with you as you pleasure him. 

"I want to hear you moan for me," you instruct. 

He grinds his teeth, slowing his bucking. 

"No." 

"Yes," you push.

But he holds his ground, refusing to make any noise. 

You take your hand off of him, and before he can stop himself, he whimpers. The blush in his cheeks grows darker in embarrassment. You smile. 

"See? Little moans and whimpers like that, baby."

"Shut up. Just… Just fucking touch it again," he grumbles. You hum in response. He looks down, then softly murmurs, "...please."

"Good boy," you coo. Reaching back down you begin again, jerking faster than before. He now freely moans, looking anywhere but your face. 

After each noise you go faster, setting a brutal pace as he continues bucking, trying to keep up with you. It isn't long before he's panting along with his whimpers, building up to the edge. 

"Fuck I'm- I'm gonna-" he cries out.

You immediately take your hand off his cock.

He finally looks at you, shocked that you would stop. 

"Beg for it." You say, your tone harsh.

You can see him deciding if it's worth it. You almost laugh at his feeble attempt to still regain control. But he couldn't see what you could see- a flushed face and dick, lust in his eyes, the way he's lightly biting his lip.

After a few more seconds of deliberating, he yet again looks off to the side. Softly, so softly, he manages out a 'please'. You shake your head.

"I'm going to need more than that, honey." You grab his chin, forcing him to look you dead in the eye. "I want you to beg beg. I want you to show how pathetic you are, how much you need it. How much you would do to finally cum."

He lets out a hot breath. "Please, let me cum. I… I need it, so, so fucking bad. I would do anything for it," he nearly cries. You can see his cock still throbbing, begging for release. 

"Good pet," you praise, dropping down to your knees and putting his dick in your mouth. 

"Fuck," he nearly shouts, as you swirl your tongue around the tip, tasting his precum. He begins thrusting into your mouth, and you let him, switching to bobbing your head up and down his shaft. You guessed he was building back up again rather fast by the strained curses he lets out, finally not bothering to take control anymore.

So you reward him by letting him pummel into your mouth, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat that would have you gagging had you not been more experienced. Your hands move up his thighs and you grip there, holding yourself in place. 

Finally, after what felt like forever, you feel his  warm cum shot miss your tongue all together and hit the back of your throat, immediately swallowing it. You take your mouth off his member with an obscenely wet 'pop', and look up at him, as saliva drips down your chin.

"I told you I'd make you beg for it."