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jadeslashes · 1 year

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ghostface (dbd) with an S/O who has hypersomnia, and is just a sleepy gal?

✩ pairing: the ghost face x hypersomniac!reader.

✩ warnings: mdni, no nsfw but still tbh.

✩ note: i didn’t expect to love this idea as much as i did, hope you like it <3

first of all, jed olsen is always down for naps as a date

each time you come over he’s got all the pillows and the coziest blankets in his house on the bed just for you <3

if he sees you yawn or start to get quiet he immediately asks, “getting sleepy, lovely?”

a lot of the time you’ll wake up to him after falling asleep while he’s over, and he’ll have some snacks and a kiss waiting for you

occasionally though, you’ll wake up to an empty room, confused until he comes back, with some sort of little gift for you

or, you’ll wake up and suddenly he’s in your room with you when he wasn’t before

“hey, i was wondering when you’d wake up”

he’s so sweet and so comfortable, you consider him to be a perfect match for both you and your sleeping habits

and jed considers you a perfect match for him, too

in part because, unbeknownst to his sleepy significant other, getting snacks for you to wake up to isn’t the only thing he leaves and comes back for

he knows your sleep schedule very well, knows about when you’ll be waking up and therefore when he should return

he doesn’t always make it on time though, and when he doesn’t, he compensates by stopping at the store after visiting his most recent victim to pick something up for you, then comes back

everything about your relationship is a win-win for him, his guise of being a loving boyfriend keeps you from asking questions (not that you’d ever even ask, you were the last person to suspect anything of him)

don't get me wrong, jed is head over heels for you, the fact that he can commit his crimes while you sleep is just a (massive) bonus

and if he was ever questioned, he'd always have you as a verifiable aliby

things between you two would stay perfect, until your infallible sleep schedule changes, and you wake up one night with him gone, not for the half hour (if that) it would take to go pick up some of your favorite candy, but for hours

when you started asking questions, jed didn't know what to do, he didn't want you to know him as danny johnson, he wanted to remain as the perfect boyfriend he'd made himself out to be

but he stayed calm, made some excuse or another, that he needed to stop in at work to finish something that would've been late if left undone, that he was stuck in traffic or had car troubles; anything to fix this slipup

so long as it didn't happen again, things could stay perfect for the two of you

˗ˏˋ ꩜ :: lmk if you guys like this concept and want a part two w more angst and possibly somno if y’all r down for that lmao

#danny johnson x reader #jed olsen x reader #dbd x reader #dbd x you #ghostface x reader #the ghost face x reader #the ghostface x reader

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metize · 2 years

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His Obsession (Danny Johnson - The Ghost Face- x AFAB!Reader) (NSFW

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con

Additional Tags: Reader-Insert, Mildly Dubious Consent, You know how Danny is, Boot Worship, AFAB reader, Reader is a survivor, Degradation, Humiliation, Verbal Humiliation, Stalking, Possessive Behavior, Possessive Sex, Dom/sub, Physical Abuse

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“My last trial was against Ghost Face”

“Oh, that guys sucks.” You groaned, “The worst part is the whole photography thing… It’s so… unnerving.” You couldn’t help but say your piece when they mentioned the killer. He had to be one of your least favorites to face. The way you had to always look behind you, the feeling of being watched, it was creepy.

“Photography thing?” Jake tilted his head “Like, when the picture he takes for his mori?”

“Uh… yeah but also every other time he’s taking pictures of you, when you’re screaming on the hook, when you’re crawling on the floor, you know? Those pictures?” You were a bit confused, your attempt to relate to them going over their heads.

“I don’t remember him doing that…” Dwight looked over at Nea who nodded.

“What do you mean? He’s always taking pictures of me, isn’t that something he does to everyone?”

Reader attracted the wrong kind of attention.

You were all sitting around the campfire as another group of four people returned from their trial, their faces were tired and you offered them a sympathetic smile.

“How did it go?” Jake asked Nea as she sat down, she shook her head and sighed.

“All sacrificed, bastard took us all to the basement…” she answered with annoyance in her voice.

“Who was it?” Ace chimed in.

“Ghost Face.”

“Photography thing?” Jake tilted his head “Like, when the picture he takes for his mori?”

“I don’t remember him doing that…” Dwight looked over at Nea who nodded.

“What do you mean? He’s always taking pictures of me, isn’t that something he does to everyone?” You ask nervously.

“Wait, wait, explain, he just takes pics of you all the time?” Nea smirked in amusement “That’s kind of hilarious, maybe you’re his muse.”

The others laughed along and so did you, you playfully push Nea and shook your head.

You and the other survivors keep talking and trying to ease the post-trial depression, you were smiling along with them but you couldn’t help but start zoning out thinking about the revelation that you were the only one facing Ghost Face’s camera all throughout the trials. He would hook you and quickly snap a picture, never shutting up about how pretty you looked bleeding out for him.

It was disgusting of course, but you didn’t take it personally because you assumed this creepy attitude extended itself to all survivors. The realization that it wasn’t the case sent shivers down your spine and a strange heat to your cheeks.

You couldn’t help but feel a bit flattered. You felt disgusted at yourself for feeling this way and immediately repressed the thought immediately. You were definitely not looking forward to your next trial with the masked man.

Alas, the Entity had a sick sense of humor. In your very next trial you were face to face with Ghost Face, not only that but you were the last one alive. You were running as fast as you could, he chased you down with his knife and you knew you were done for, you were never the best at evading killers in a chase. You vaulted over a window only to feel the blade of his knife slashing your back, you felt it again, the hit sending you straight to the ground.

“Did I ever tell you how much I love seeing you like this?” he said, wiping his bloodied knife on his sleeve before reaching for his camera. “On the ground writhing in pain completely at my mercy… let’s turn you over, show your pretty face to the camera, hm?”

He kicked your side and you whimpered as you rolled over with your back to the floor looking up at the man towering above you. “Beautiful… that’s it…” he breathed before pressing his leather combat boots on your chest, the pressure didn’t hurt but felt extremely humiliating. Worse yet, it was kind of hot. You looked away from him in shame, making him tut you in disappointment. He pushed his boot on your neck forcing your chin upwards and your gaze towards the camera again. “If you try to look away again I’ll gorge out your eyeballs, kitten”

“Just… kill me already, what are you doing?” You said through gritted teeth.

“Ah, you wound me, can’t I just enjoy our time together while it lasts?” His boot pressed harder against your chest now hurting you for real. “I just can’t get enough of you, you look so cute when you’re scared.”

“Oh I wound you? That’s rich.” You scoffed and that earned you a chuckle from him. He then crouched down and reached for your neck, just holding it as he straddled your body.

“You do and you should be more appreciative if you ask me,” his grip tightened, the rough fabric of his gloves bruising your skin as he did so, before letting go entirely. You gasped for air as he let go, coughing trying to catch your breath. “God… I just love watching you squirm,” he let his hands wander to your chest groping you through your clothes. You gasped feeling his touch reaching under your blouse.

“W-wait what are you doing?” You asked before moaning as he pinched your nipples.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” he laughed at your reaction and reached for his knife and cut the fabric, annoyed at the barrier keeping him from you. “Aren’t you done pretending you don’t feel this?” he traced your skin lightly with the knife admiring the newly exposed area “This connection, this bond we share… don't you feel it?"

"You're insane…" you shook your head still trembling, he chuckled.

"Ah… you just need a bit convincing, I'm sure" he stabbed the ground right next to your face, making you shudder "because I feel it, baby. When I get to a trial and see your pretty ass crouching over a generator it makes me so happy. Hell, I even began visiting your little campsite just to watch you, you're driving me crazy…"

"W-wait, wait! Stop it!" You try to push him away again, but it was no use, he wouldn't budge. The struggle was annoying him so he grabbed your wrists and pushing them to the ground pinning you arms above your head.

"Look at you, you're trying so hard" his condescending tone pissed you off, you tried to kick him but you couldn’t angle yourself properly to manage a good hit. "Listen here." His other hand grabbed your throat, his tone was now dark. "I'm getting a little tired of your disobedience, kitten." He raised his hand before striking your face. The shock and the pain made you stop, feeling your whole body freeze. He pushed his thumb into your mouth, forcing you to suck on the gloved digit. "I know you're enjoying this, you know you're enjoying this. So stop. Making. A scene."

You looked away, you repeated to yourself that he was wrong, you weren’t enjoying this. But you were. A dark side of your mind reveled in the pain, in the humiliation, in the disparity of praise and punishment. The daze of having to confront these shameful feelings left you vulnerable for the man to stop restraining you, instead pulling down your pants. He touched you over your panties, you couldn't help but moan at his ministrations.

“I knew you’d give in, knew I could make you my slut.” He laughed at your predicament “Look at how wet you are for me, kitten.” He punctuated his phrase by moving your underwear to the side and plunging two fingers inside, you gasped at the intrusion “See how easily that went in?” His face was right next to yours, the words made you blush and hide your face.

He was loving your reactions, but he was impatient. He had waited for this, he’d been planning this so carefully, he came over pictures of your bloody exhausted body more time than he could count. He stripped you naked, exposing you completely to him before he pulled out his cock from his pants.

You felt the head press against your soaked entrance, you shivered in anticipation and couldn’t help but give him a pleading look. He filled you with a single thrust, his hand immediately moving to your neck, the stretch hurt, you hadn’t had anything going in there ever since you entered the fog. You screamed and he chuckled when you grasped his shroud for support as he started thrusting inside you.

“You’re mine, slut, your body belongs to me, your cunt belongs to me, you belong to me.” He growled, his movements were harsh and violent. He was possessive and at that moment you couldn’t help but believe his words.

His hand travelled down your body grabbing your breasts before pulling your legs over his shoulders. The new angle made you moan, as the pain started giving place to pleasure, you couldn’t keep your voice down, with pleased Danny immensely. “That’s right… Fucking scream for me.”

He grabbed your waist pulling your body to meet his thrusts, his cock now reaching your sweet spot and your clit begged for attention, the bundle of nerves getting teased every time your hips met. You were desperate, it had been too long, you shook your head in shame and disbelief. You couldn’t believe you’d let a killer fuck you, much less make you come. Ghost Face noticed it immediately.

“Take my mask off, slut, I want you to look me in the eyes when you cum.” Your eyes widened, you weren’t expecting him to actually allow you to see his face. He grunted as he picked up the pace “Do it, whore.”

You eagerly reached for the white mask pushing it upwards letting it rest on top of his hood. His face, you were looking at his face. The intimacy of the gesture left you speechless but more importantly, he was hot. His hair was short and messy, his eyes were sunken and his stare was manic. He looked like a mess, a fucking psycho, because that’s what he was. You hated yourself even more for finding him attractive, his lips curved into a pedantic smirk. His movements got frenetic and his hand reached to brush you clit, making you scream and beg him.

“Please, please, please…” You pleaded, the pleasure coursing through your veins felt like lava. Your pussy ached for release. “Please l-let me cum…”

“Shit… you’re already begging, I didn’t have to say a thing” He chuckled, the clear sound of his voice now unrestricted by the mask sent shivers down your spine “Do it, I want you to know who owns you, who’s making you feel this good, cum for me, slut.”

“Ah! Yes…!” A loud moan escaped your lips, the fluttering spikes of pleasure finally culminating into a bursting orgasm, your hands clutched into fists, the man’s clothes still in your grasp, as you tried to ground yourself. Danny didn’t stop thrusting, the sight of you cumming under him made him swear and bite his lip.

“Fuck, you look so fucking hot… My perfect little toy” He thrusted a few more times into your limp exhausted body before pulling out entirely. The action made you gasp and Ghost Face held your jaw open before getting his camera again. “Stay still… I want to remember this” He fucked his gloved fist, smearing your wetness to the fabric, he jerked himself to completion right on your face, his cum staining your face and your mouth managing to catch some droplets. His groans were accompanied with a chuckle satisfied of his work.

The camera flash blinded you for a second, as he photographed your deplorable state. That’s how he liked you best.

#slashers #dbd fanfic #dead by daylight #reader x slasher #danny johnson x reader #danny johnson x you #ghost face x reader #ghostface x reader #the ghost face x reader #reader x ghost face #dbd ghostface #dead by daylight ghostface

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osakisz · 1 year

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obscure | danny johnson

an unfortunate tale of a timid reader's first experience in the realm.

gender neutral reader, partially not proofread, shy & timid reader, medic reader, major character death (they'll be alright o7), danny is his own warning.

When the obnoxious ringing on your ears disappears, and the numbing strain on every inch of your body follows, your eyes flash open, viewing the scenery of wooden boxes piled up each other, several wooden carts with barely nothing containing them, and the bleak gray sky, evident of the souls trapped in the realm. You know nothing of the place you're in, even going as far as having no memory of standing, but here you are, all alone as the cold wind taunts you. When you try to move your arms, it feels unreal and painful, similar to when you wake up and try to leave your bed after oversleeping. Perhaps you were, perhaps this is a dream, but you don't know that there is barely time to think of reasons as to why you're here.

You snap out of it, seemingly have found the energy to walk around. You look around while doing so to investigate more. A small structure of what seems to be a factory with several broken windows is the very first thing you notice, scattered wood planks that are tied together with ropes that can barely hold it up all over the place are the second, a wooden cabin with an open window and entrances are the last. The latter pops out more than the rest you've noticed because of the vibrant lite encasing the hut.

After your investigation, you have yet to acknowledged a detail that you should have realized the moment you were conscious. This eerie place was as bleak as the sky was, with only crows squawking filling the silence.

It's not very comforting to know that fact, being by yourself is serenity itself, and the air does smell refreshing considering there is a factory nearby, but it seemed to be incapable of working again.

You continue to move your feet, despite how chilling it is to know that you have suddenly woken up here, only to be by yourself. The illuminated cabin has taken your notice once more. It's a mystery as to why it doesn't have a door on both sides and at least the thinnest glass from the factory to cover up the window, and... why are there lockers in here?

Besides all of that, you notice a staircase leading deeper down the shack. Considering the lack of vibrancy, you note that the stairs lead to an area that is absent of light. Fear only hits you when you're in the middle of walking down the stairs, what if... somethings waiting for you there? Lack of vision will only leave you vulnerable.

You don't find it in you to go back with your body even refusing to go any direction but downwards. The want of knowing whatever your eyes lays upon is rushing in you, you're too far gone.

Your hard work of resisting the fear of something harming you has paid off. The very first thing you see in the center of your vision is a metal bar glued to the also metal floor, which is scattered with blood that seems fresh. On the top of each side of the bar sticks put a wooden hook, comparable to the hook attached to the roof of a slaughterhouse. From then on, you start to question what this place is, and why are there lockers here again...?

Your lust for adventuring still hasn't worn off. When you turn to the very corner of the basement, a wooden chest is in display. You attempt to open it without questioning it's existing in this odd place, and when you finally manage to open it, the chest is filled with odd materials sticking to each other. Plastic, paper, dirt, and debris are present to your disappointment, yet you still rummage and your patience wears off when you see a medical kit. You are happy with your discovery to say the least, even if it won't be of no use currently. Such small thing forces you to remember the the very thing you loved the most to do, helping others who are in need, physically and mentally. You love to establish for those who are vulnerable, seeing them recover because of you is enough for you to be shed tears of joy, especially if the wound is brutal.

You don't realize that you came out of the cabin while reminiscing. When you do become conscious once again, a big device is right at your feet. Wires sticking out, cogwheels popping up, and many more buttons that you do not know the purpose of.

Electronics aren't in your area of expertise, nor do you think you should be laying your hands on such things, but you still try anyways, worry-free of the penalty it may cause for doing one wrong move.

You place your focus on switching handles & buttons randomly, despite that, the device emits loud noises as time progresses, seemingly becoming more louder and louder, until the only thing you hear is the sound of metal clashing against each other.

A gloved hand comes in contact with your shoulders and you yelp and accidentally kicked the med kit that stood on the ground as a result. The device sounds like it was about to explode hence you did not hear the approaching of the stranger just right behind you.

You attempt to catch your breath as you stare at the boots of the stranger. As you gradually look up, you notice that they are clothed with a black leather hood, small ribbons flying behind their back, and a mask children loved to wear in the near end of October. None of those piqued your interest, instead, it is the blood encasing every cosmetic they are wearing, unclear if they are fresh or not.

The hooded figure crouches down to your level, their head tilting to the side. "......."

Both of you sit in silence before they fill the stillness with a question.

"Hmm... Haven't seen you before. You new here?"

"N-n-new here?"

They sigh, letting their head lay low before bringing it up to face you again.

"You lack the awareness, doll. But I suppose I like it that way", their voice laced with a teasing tone.

You both sit staring silently once again, with only the generator besides you able to fill the silence this time.

They sigh before reaching their other hand to you, "Danny."

You shake his hand with yours, "(name)... umm..."

He forces your hand upwards as he stands up, ordering you to stand before him. "Lovely name, dear. Tell me, what's a beaut like you doing in a place like this? All alone, to add."

"I... really don't know. I couldn't see anything for a while but then I just... woke up, standing still..."

Danny says nothing yet again. You're tired of the occasional silence appearing between the both of you.

"S-say... I noticed patches of blood in your clothes and I was wondering... if you were hurt...? I-if so I can patch you up!". You look around you to find the med kit you have unconventionally kicked away. You present the med kit to Danny with huge tension on your shoulders and an awkward, yet friendly smile.

"I appreciate the offer, but I'm alright. Besides, you'll need it for later." He says with a haunting chuckle, forgetting to mention that the blood was never his in the first place

"What... do you mean?"

Danny's on his last straw and you broke it. The way you look at him with such horror of the future, your eyes almost watering, he is savouring it.

In a flash, he whips out a knife from his back while using his free hand to push you down, all in what seems like a second.

"Danny! Wh-What are you doing!?"

He avoids the question, more focused on engraving his knife on your shoulders.

You scream as the top of his blade encase the flesh of your shoulders. For a man who is drunk in bloodlust, he chose to harm you in the harmless way possible. That changes as he retrieves the knife and stab you in the stomach multiple times.

You are unable to let out coherent sentences because of this. Meanwhile, Danny is having the time of his life, painting your body red as he is panting and breathlessly laughing from how happy he is. What a joy it was to destroy such a pretty thing like you. A shame that he couldn't save you for last.

It feels like hours before Danny removes the knife on your stomach, is perception of time important when you're in and out of your own consciousness?

Danny stands up and looks at your frame, enjoying his work. He preps up a camera and sat on the ground with you, he slips his arm on your back to maintain your balance. A bright flash is the last thing you see before dropping.

"I'll make sure we'll meet again, maybe I'll be a little benevolent next time. See you for now, dove."

You feel a light peck on your forehead before you completely lost your consciousness and all of your senses.

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#✷ ... original works #dead by daylight x reader #the ghost face x reader #dbd x reader #danny johnson x reader #jed olsen x reader #dead by daylight x gender neutral reader #the ghost face x gender neutral reader #dbd x gender neutral reader #danny johnson x gender neutral reader #jed olsen x gender neutral reader #i wrote this while sleep deprived and it shows #i might write a part 2 to this #<3

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trashyslashers · 2 years

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May I get a killer dbd matchup pls? 🖤

Also, THANK YOU BBY I know you doing your best, sorry this dump truck is long ❤️❤️❤️

Looks: I’m 21 F, 5’3 bi. I have moles, lots of scars on my body and 2 tattoos. I’m a bit chunky ngl but nothing too bad with kinda long brown hair. I also dress like those trending grunge girls.

Personality: My personality is very random ngl. On one hand, I’m a patient, hardworking and empathetic person towards the people I really care about. I love taking care of people and nothing makes me more content then seeing them relaxed with me. The other side is once I’m comfortable enough to be loud and open I’m completely different from quiet me. I love risks like once you say no balls I’m doing it. I’m down for mostly anything like shit I don’t judge. Crack up at the most random shit or anything in general, shitpost behavior and humor, no filter at all and does not care what people think about it, and very comfortable with the uncomfortable. I’m not afraid to call someone out if they’re in the wrong and have a great control of my emotions and stress unless someone does something goofy ass fuck. The only bad is that I tend to hide my real feelings a lot and lightly push people away bc I feel like a bother if my negative feelings are noticeable. However, if a person genuinely keeps reassuring it’s okay to let my feelings out I’ll crack eventually.

With a lover: I’m okay with anything my partner will be okay with and understanding their wants and needs. I want them to be my pillar just as I am with them. I include them in mostly everything I do if they are willing to do that and not afraid to show them off if they are comfortable with it. If they aren’t comfortable with physical affection, the most I’ll ask is light hand holding or gentle touches. I hardly initiate fights and do my best to understand their point of view but if they start being disrespectful I’m not tolerating that behavior. My love language is quality time and physical touch, the occasional gifting as well. Ideally want someone to be okay with my menace behavior and have nice looking arms 🫶

Dislikes: I hate when people try to control me and force me to be a certain way bc I’m not letting anybody change the way I am for them. Very spicy food too. 🖤🖤

Hobbies/Interests: E-gurl gaming 😈, cooking meals or baking sweets, reading fanfics, making a shit ton of cute or complex origami. Daydreaming while looking at the sky and smoking that mj as well. Making my friends comfortable with me so we could be crack heads together. Looking at which cute clothes to buy and lastly doing hand made gifts from anything.

Again thank you, I hope this was enough! 😊❤️❤️

I think Danny Johnson | The Ghostface would have a huge thing for you!

Patient and hardworking: both are traits that Danny has, and both are traits he'd enjoy in a partner. The randomness of your personality is something he finds enticing, and Danny loves to find out what makes those he's, uh, interested in, tick.

Risk taking is the name of the game, baby. Though he would not harm you (apart from in trials, of course, where he sort of has to), there's a degree of risk when it comes to being in a relationship with him, both in and out of the Fog. It might not be the type of risk you enjoy, but he appreciates that you aren't judgmental or afraid, and have the guts to be in a situation that many others wouldn't want. Honestly, this is probably what drew him to you in the first place: you stood out in a way that caught his eye.

He's still an obsessive sadist, though. In trials with you, he tends to have a bad habit of focusing and chasing you down. It comes with the relationship. Maybe it's a type of risk you enjoy?

He's damn good at reading people, so even if you do well masking your emotions around him, he can tell when something is off. He may poke a bit to try and get you to open up, but ultimately knows it's up to you to come to him if you so choose to.

It may be surprising, but he is goofy - at least, in a dark sense of humor type of way. He's extremely charismatic and has a pretty good sense of humor - it's how he went so long without getting caught, to a degree - and so this man can and will make you laugh.

Loves that you aren't afraid to speak your mind and call people out for things. If it's directed at him for any reason he might be a bit flustered at first, but honestly, he'll think it's cute seeing you all riled up.

Loves that you show him off, and he'll do exactly the same if you're okay with it. Has more polaroids and photos of you - many of which you didn't seem to notice were being taken - than you know.

More than okay with your menace behavior - I mean, why wouldn't he be? He loves it, and finds you incredibly fun.

Not the best arms, but being a killer does take some physical strength, so his are pretty nice! There are times he may roll his sleeves to his elbow to "unknowingly" give you some glimpses if he catches on that it's something you enjoy (he totally is well aware of what he's doing).

Surprisingly, he's not one to control his partner. Though he likes being the one "in charge", in a sense, that doesn't mean he's going to try to control you and who you are. He wouldn't change you for the world.

#request #matchup #matchups #match-up #match-ups #slasher matchup #slasher matchups #slasher match-up #slasher match-ups #slasher x reader #slashers x reader #danny johnson x reader #jed olsen x reader #dead by daylight x reader #dbd x reader #the ghost face x reader

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ghouljams · 7 months

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You know Ghost has to be the best fucking pillow. He's a giant of a man, beefy and strong, with a nice warm layer of softness covering his muscles. He's a radiator of heat. Laying on the couch, can hardly fund one that's long enough his feet don't hang off the edge, you just want to drape yourself on top of him. Snoozing against his chest, your legs tangled with his, he drags his fingers up and down your spine soothing you deeper to sleep.

Sleep is so hard for Ghost to come by, but he's happy to be of service for you. And maybe he even finds himself dozing, his fingers trailing slower and slower until his head drops to the side, his eyes too heavy to keep open any longer. He naps on the couch with you, snoring as you raise and lower with each intake of breath into his barrel chest. Neither of you have ever been safer, neither of you less alone, neither of you have slept better than you do right now.

#cod x reader #x reader #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #ghost mw2 #ghost call of duty #ghost cod #simon riley cod #i am so fucking tired i wish my boyf was here so i could sleep on him #i wanna sleep on Ghost i bet its nice #Darling notes:#die wraps her tail around Ghost's leg to hold onto him #Love always wraps her arms around his waist when she cuddles up #Goose always pushes her face into Ghost's neck so he can feel her breathing

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whorrorfix · 1 month

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idk something about ghostface saying “you feel so much more tighter when you’re scared.” while fucking into you, knife held to your throat, the rush of adrenaline making everything feel so good.

him telling you that no one else can fuck you like he does, that if anyone ever touches you he wouldn’t hesitate to gut them.

the possessiveness in his voice making you clench around his cock as you feel yourself getting even more wet. him grazing the knife ever so slightly against your skin, saying “that’s it, baby, you’re taking me so good.” making you a whimpering mess as he fucking destroys you. “look at you. getting all wet. you love this shit, don’t you? such a pathetic slut.”

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littlebit-of-art · 4 days

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haven’t seen one of these for chunky people, despite how perfect our cheeks are for this

#my art #cod #plus size reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x you #fat reader #ghost x reader #reader is fat #yes i did squeeze my own face and take a pic to use as reference

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jxckchxmpi0n · 3 months

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BOXER ETHAN HEADCANNONS

This has been on my mind for so long. Shoutout to the people who gave me some ideas 🙌 sorry for being short. I couldn't think of any [plus it's late and I haven't posted anything in a few days]

Mentions of NSFW | m.list

Ethan found an interest in boxing the year before he met you. He didn't mention that much, but when you came over to his dorm, you found his gloves and became obsessed.

He always has bruises on his knuckles.

Sometimes, if he's having a rough day and you haven't heard from him, usually due to arguments with his dad, you'll always find him at the rink.

The first time you visited him, he was fighting with another boxer. You sat at a bench watching him. Seeing him move so quickly was so mesmerizing.

On days he loses his matches, he will come back to his or your apartment so frustrated. You would help him out by making him feel good, but it was never enough.

He would then just become a different person and take his frustration out on you, but still be very sweet about it. "Fuck, baby making me feel so good. Taking me so well, look at you. You like it when I'm this, don't you?"

Everynow and then his walls would slowly have new posters to hide the fact that he punched some holes in them.

When you hang out, he will do his workout sometimes, and afterward, his hair will be sticking to his forehead. He'd be out of breath and sweaty. You never mind that look on him, though.

Once he's done with his workout, he would stand in front of the mirror and flex. Then, he would run to you and flex so you could touch his muscles. He always gets excited when he sees improvement.

"Do you feel that?"

"I do! Wow, look at you!"

One day, he forgot his water bottle at your apartment, so he asked you to bring it by. He was already in the rink, all sweaty and punching at his opponent. After his match, when he saw you, his face would light up.

"There you are, baby," he would then kiss you very passionately, not caring if the other saw.

Sometimes, when you're making food, he will just stand there and fake punch at you, and sometimes he really will punch you but not forceful. It would be the lightest tap ever.

You would ask about boxing all the time, which led him to show you some moves. He couldn't help himself in the end, but seeing you all serious and doing something he loves just turned him on.

After tournaments, you would wait for him to take a shower. The others would be gone by now, so you waited in the lobby. But you noticed a text from him asking you to come to the locker rooms.

He would then convince you to have a quicky. "That's it baby, fuck you feel so good"

Sometimes, when he's bored, he will sit there and just punch at your legs. Not hard or anything, just tap them mainly and make sound affects. "Psh boom pow bam psh"

On bad days, you would have to patch him up. His dad would get into his head, which made him doubt himself in boxing. "I know your dad says shit all the time, and he's wrong every single time. Do what you love! Don't listen to him, even if that means cutting him out of your life. If boxing makes you happy, do it!"

You would have so many first aid kit supplies, mainly for his knuckles, because he would split them so often.

Manz treats you so well!!

He will spoil the shit out of you! When winning matches, he always wins some cash, and more than half always goes to you!

He has this routine before a match, and if he doesn't kiss you, he believes he doesn't have good luck.

If he hadn't gotten a hair cut in a while and his hair was grown out, he'll let you braid his hair before he went to the gym.

#jack champion #ethan landry #scream vi #ethan landry imagine #jack champion x reader #ethan landry x reader #spider avatar #jack champion imagine #ghost face x reader #ethan landry x you #ethan landry smut #jack champion is all i think about #jack champion fluff #jack champion fanfic #avatar spider #avatar #avatar way of water #avatar the way of water

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mushies-stories · 7 months

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patience 18+

part one (read part two here)

Stu Macher X F!Reader!Virgin

Summary: things get a little steamy during movie night and Stu makes you feel good for the first time after teasing you for months.

Wanrings: SMUT 18+, dry humping, dirty talk.

word count: 2324

Stu had been patent and slow with you, knowing you were a virgin and not wanting to force you into anything. He kissed you, explored your mouth with his expert tongue. He would even grope your hips and thighs, sometimes holding you from behind and messaging your breasts through the fabric of your bra while he kissed your neck. All in his slow attempt to get you comfortable and ready to take another step in your relationship. Even Though Billy mocked and teased Stu about getting so close to you and taking his sweet time, he didn’t mind. Billy could say whatever he wanted, after all it’s not Billy who has you turning into mush in his arms when your neck is being sucked and bit on.

Watching you slowly fall apart for him was thrilling for him, you were becoming so sensitive the more he teased your body, kissed you until you had to pull away for air with a deep blush. Like now as you sat on Stu’s lap, legs straddling his sides while his hands held your hips gently. Some movie about a killer at a summer camp playing in the background, the tv being the only light in the room as your lips move softly against each other. Your skirt rode up enough so the only thing between your crotch and his were your cotton white panties. Your arms came to wrap loosely around his neck as you deepened the kiss a little, parting your lips and letting him slide his tongue into your warm mouth. You hummed softly as his hands traveled around to softly cup and rub your ass over your skirt, threatening to pull it up with little effort.

After a moment you both needed to breathe. you pulled away first with soft breaths and rosy cheeks. Stu leaned down to kiss your cheek softly, then lower to your neck. “You're so pretty Babygirl, could kiss you all day.” he said between kisses that he was trailing along your jaw until he found the spot on your neck that had your hips twitch against him. A small smirk played at the corners of his mouth, his teeth grazed the same spot before he began to suck a pretty little purple bruise onto the delicate skin. Your eyes fluttered and you let out a soft gasp, your back arching a fraction.

Stu, who was noticing every little movement, took the opportunity to scoop up more of your ass in his hands and slide you closer onto his lap. The friction it caused against your pussy made you tighten your grip around his neck and let out a soft moan. Your own hips jerked a little more this time and your pussy tingled at the sensation. You had an idea as to what Stu was trying to do to you. You noticed every time his touching and kissing had become progressively needier and more sensual over the past few weeks. You didn’t mind, but you also didn’t know how to tell him you wanted more. Your body was reacting to him constantly, even laying in bed you feel how wet your panties got at a memory of his hands wandering closer to your needy core. The only thing you had was your fingers and they just didn’t make you feel good enough, never satisfying you.

You began to feel your wetness pooling in your panties, sure to be leaving a nice wet spot. You worried as Stu adorned your chest and neck with love bites that you could be causing a mess on his lap as well. You shifted a little, trying to lift your hips up a bit so you were no longer pressing against his cock that was slowly hardening under the layers of fabric. Stu frowned against your skin before pulling you back down and grinding you softly against himself. “Where are you trying to run to baby, need you to keep my lap warm.” he teased sweetly between kisses and nips.

His hands kept a firm grip on your ass as he felt you slowly falling apart on his lap, your body mostly relaxed other than when your hips jerk a little from his hands squeezing and massaging your behind. You couldn't ignore how wet you were getting, sure you had to be leaving a mark on his jeans by now. “Stu…” you say softly, eyes fighting to stay open due to his soft lips on your hot skin.

He hummed and looked up at you from your chest where he was sucking a mark that made sure you couldn’t show any cleavage any time soon. “What Baby?” he asked after pulling off and listening to your small whimper.

You let out a soft sigh, regaining some kind of composure. “I think… well my um..” you end up stuttering out, embarrassed to tell him he was making you so wet you were also making a mess of his jeans.

He leans back fully so he could give you his full attention, something he knows fluters you even more. His hands smooth down the back of your skirt and come back to rest on your hips, thumbs pressing softly into your sides. “What was that Baby?” he asks, turning his head to hear you better with a small smirk.

Your hands gripped his shoulders as you shifted back again, hips pulling up from his crotch. “It’s… my panties.” your voice just above a whisper, your eyes were focused on the little space between your bodies. “They're all wet and making… making a mess on...” you cut yourself off, the rest of the sentence dying off in your throat.

Stu gave you a playful pout. “Oh Baby Girl, pussy getting needy for me?” he teased, that cheeky smirk back in place. He brings your hips down again, this time rolling his own up to elicit a short whimpery moan from you. “Pussy aching at the thought of my cock getting hard right under you, that right baby?” He asked when you didn't respond, delivering another roll of his hips.

You nod your head softly while looking at your boyfriend with pleading eyes. “Mhmm, hurts Stu.” you say, a pout of your own forming on your face.

Chuckling softly Stu starts to rock your hips back and forth, not fast or hard, just teasingly slow. “Hurts? Oh, sweet girl can't help soaking my lap with your dripping little pussy huh?” He teased, voiced laced with pure desire now. “Want me to make you feel better baby?” he asked.

You nod again. Your eyes flutter a little as your clit is grazed along his cock uncethe thick fabric of his jeans. “Please.” you breath out,voice barely even audible, if he wasn’t so close he would have had to strain to hear you.

Stu’s smiles softness, you were trying to be brave and speak up and he could tell. His heart beat faster knowing it was him you were being so vulnerable with. “Of course baby, you asked so bravely and sweetly, how could I deny that?” he cooed. “move your hips and follow my hands okay Baby?” he instructed.

“Okay.” you respond softly. When his hands pulled you forward you were unprepared for the amount of pressure he started with. You gasped and held yourself steady against him while you found a rhythm together. You rolled your hips more evenly in time with his own and managed to pick up the pace to match the force he was using on your hips. It wasn't long before you were letting out soft little moans and whimpers, his cock pressing perfectly against your clit even through all the fabrics. “Stu… feels good.” you sigh, eyes rolling up a little as your brain becomes foggy from the new pleasure you were feeling.

Stu looked at you in awe, your face shifting from concentration to bliss in moments had his cock twitching in his pants. He needed this just as much as you did, he didn’t mind the wait but seeing you so desperate was making his cock so hard he couldn't help but pull your hips even harder.

Your pussy grinding fast and hard against his cock was making the sweetest mewls and whimpers leave your plump lips. “You sound so sweet Baby girl, such beautiful noises just for me.” He praised along with a harsh roll of his hips.

Your back arches and allows your clit to rub against his cock even more and your legs shudder a little at the feeling. His cock was big and the length was more than you figured you could feel with clothes on. Soon you began to feel a knot building in the pit of your stomach, your pussy was throbbing against the slick of your panties. “Feels so go-od, Stu I think-” you whimper, looking at Stu with big eyes, trying to tell him you need to cum, that you're so close.

Stu cocked his head to the side with a sickeningly sweet smile. “Want to cum sweet girl, that's it?” he asked. He really wanted to tease you more, make you spell it out and make you squirm until he finally gives you his cock in full. For now he settled on this, watching up ruin you pretty little panties on his lap. “Alright, I got you. Show me how good it feels rubbing your pretty pussy on my cock Babygirl.” he encouraged.

You nod your head rapidly, pulling your chest closer by wrapping your arms around his neck. You chased your high with help from Stu’s hold on you, making sure to keep you in place so he could rut his hips up and press your clit firm against his cock with every thrust. Your eyes fluttered shut, your lips parted as you let moans and whines fall pathetically from your lips. Stu drank in every desperate and needy noise you gave him. His cock was throbbing and leaking precum.

Finally that feeling in your stomach snapped, your hips would have slowed if it wasn't for Stu making sure to rock you through your first orgasim. “Mmm Stu- please don't st-op.” You whine and cling to him, burying your face into the crook of his neck. You let out a strangled moan, your shaky breath fanning the side of his neck.

“That's it, so good for me baby.” he praised, trying to keep it together but he was right behind you, once he felt your body relax a bit he continued rutting himself against your dripping core while he moved your hips at a steady pace. He could feel how wet you were, your sensitive messy pussy was soaking his lap and you whimpered softly as he moved you. Another harsh pull of your hips has his cock twitching and his cum coating the inside of his boxers. He let your body sag against his own, arms coming up to wrap around your back and pull you closer. “You did so good Baby, came so good for me.” Stu kissed the top of your head.

You smiled and snuggled into him more. “You made me feel so good, Stu.” you said sweetly. You pull back and look down at your laps, your skirt covering the mess that lays underneath.

Stu notices your curiosity and chuckles softly, his hand bundles up the fabric of your skirt and pulls it up. “Dirty girl.” he muses. “Look at the mess you made of me.” He teased you.

Your face was feeling hot again, your panties were a mess and you had indeed made a rather large wet spot on his crotch. “I'm so sorry, I’ll clean them an-”

“Baby.” Stu stopped you with a squeeze of your thigh. “Never be sorry for this.” He said. Letting go of your skirt, he slides his hand down and into your panties. He slides his middle finger through your slick folds and your whimper at the feeling and practically whines as he pulls his hand from your core. He places his middle finger flat against his tongue and licks your cum clean from the long digit with a low groan, his eyes rolling into the back of his head a moment. “Fuck, not when you taste this sweet Babygirl.” He said.

The feeling in the pit of your stomach was starting to stir again watching him taste you. Your pussy is almost aching at the sight. “Can't believe you teased me for months and made me wait to feel that good.” you pout, a hint of playfulness in your eyes.

Stu laughed. “Figured that out? My shy girl was just too scared to say anything?” he mocked.

You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms. “Not scared… just waiting for you to make a move.” you lied.

Stu chuckled and rolled his hips up rather harshly. You gasp softly and your hands flew out to spread across his chest to keep your balance on his lap. “That so? Well I made my move Babygirl, what's yours?” He challenged that little attitude you just attempted to throw at him.

You tried to say something, move and do something but you froze. Being put on the spot making you back down and look at him with innocent eyes full of confusion.

Stu brought a hand up to up your warm cheek, his thumb stroked over your bottom lip. “Awe baby.” he cooed. “It's okay, you'll get there but for now let me take care of it okay?” he said sweetly. You nodded and nuzzled into his hand a little. He smiled and nodded back. “Good, now why don't we go get cleaned up baby, as much as i'd rather keep you glued to my crotch.” he joked.

You rolled your eyes and giggled. Thankful you had Stu who cared so much about you, you knew you would be safe with him and were ready for whatever came next.

#scream #scream1996 #scream x reader #ghost face #ghostface x reader #stu matcher x reader #billy loomis x reader #scream1996x reader #billy loomis smut #Stu macher x reader smut #billy loomis x reader smut #stu macher imagine #stu macher smut

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pwinkprincess · 22 days

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gettin high w geto :3 ( do what you will w that info hehe)

u get me so high ୨ৎ

you’ve never been a chronic smoker, unlike your boyfriend who can’t go a day without rolling up. for him, its a requirement to smoke. he can’t start his classes without hotboxing his car first, he can’t eat his lunch without taking a few hits, he can’t even have a good nights sleep without smoking.

even though he denies with every fiber in his body that he isn’t addicted to weed, and he could stop whenever he felt the need to. you knew deep down, his words were ignored.

suguru is also a hypocrite. he smokes all day but when it comes to you, he tends to be strict.

“don’t smoke. that shit fucks with your brain.” suguru told you one day when you reached for his blunt that sat in the black ashtray. you wave him off and bring it to your lips.

he observes you from his position on the bed, right beside you, his back leaning against the headboard. as you take inhales, you could feel yourself feeling lighter and lighter. "suguru teach me how to ghost." you tell him. you were trying to teach yourself, but every attempt ended with you either simply failing or you are getting choked up on the smoke. you were beginning to get dizzy from all of your failed attempts, a clear sign that you need to slow down and drink water.

"chill." he mumbles, taking the blunt from you. he sets it on the bedside table. he picks up a half full bottle of water, unscrews the cap, and hands it to you. you take quick gulps; you didn't realize how dehydrated you became until you seen him holding water.

he picks a movie for you to watch. once the movie begins, he's quick to pull you beside him. in your relationship, some might assume you're the clingy one due to how stoic suguru looks, but if only they knew he's the cuddler.

you try to tune in with the movie, you really do. but for some reason (you choose to blame it on the weed), suguru suddenly smells so good. and just his body heat has your pussy leaking. you keep throwing subtle glances in sguru's direction, only to see him intrigued with the movie he picked.

with a sigh, you lay your head on his chest and throw your leg over his. he wraps his arms around your shoulders, hugging you closer to him. you lay still for a few minutes until you calm your nerves.

slowly, you snake your hand to the band of his sweatpants. you bite down on your lip as you past through the elastic and reach for his dick. with gentle touches, you softly grope it through his boxers.

"babe." suguru sighs. a warning to stop? a confirmation to keep going? you don't exactly know. you respond with a soft hum as you grip his length, coaxing it to harden.

“you do this every time you get high.” suguru tuts.

your hum merges into a whine at his observation. “can’t help it, sugu. you’re jus’ so sexy.”

he only lets out a playful “mhm” as he lifts his hips so that he can pull his boxers and sweatpants off. once his cock is free, you’re instantly drooling. you’re quick to latch onto his cockhead, hungrily licking up at the salty beads of precum.

suguru’s low moans echo throughout the room as he looks down at your ass. you were arched so perfectly for him on all fours. unfortunately, with him laying down in front of you he couldn’t see your wet pussy dripping from how needy you are for him.

his long arms reach to your panties, he blindly thumbs your clit through your thin panties. soft little moans escape through your mouth as you bob your head around suguru’s dick. he is so thick, it’s almost a challenge for you to wrap your mouth around him fully.

“c’mere, come sit on your dick, baby.” he coos at you.

you’re quick to remove his dick from your mouth. your lower face is all messy and there’s remaining bits of drool seeping through the corner of your mouth. you scramble on top of him. you choose to do reverse cowgirl. you’re so desperate for him, you don’t even wait to take you panties off, choosing to just slide the fabric to the side.

your head feels like it’s spinning, and you cannot tell if it’s from the weed or from suguru’s thick cock stretching your pussy to the max. when your ass smacks against suguru’s pelvis you let out a hiss.

suguru bites down on his lip. he raises his hand and gives your right ass cheek a hard slap and follows up with your left cheek as well. “ride this dick, sexy.”

“mmmhmm.” you already feel yourself becoming dick-dumb. you begin bouncing yourself on his thick dick, you’re so wet your pussy is already making a mess all over him.

everything feels so hazy. you’re moaning and letting out cute mewls every time his cock brushes that spot in you that makes you see stars.

“s’ big.” you pant. you straighten your posture, your hands come up to fondle with your own nipples. you pinch and twist them, adding more to the sensation.

“fuckin’ squeezin’ me.” suguru groans. he tries to focus on lighting the blunt you had started a few minutes ago but it proves to be more than hard when a wet tight pussy is clinging onto him.

“feel good, papa?” you ask. you seek out reassurance. you want him to feel as good as you’re feeling. you tilt your head so that you could look at him to the best of your ability.

seeing suguru low lidded, and a fat cloud of smoke escaping his mouth has your pussy clenching around him even tighter. arousal drips onto his cock like an upcoming wave.

“feelin’ so good, sexy. so fuckin’ good.” he breathes out. “keep going, yeah just like that. mhm, pussy’s gushing all over me. you gonna clean your mess up when we’re done?” his mouth is sooo dirty and it has you panting out inaudible promises.

his dick and the weed mixed has you on a different high. a high a strain itself couldn’t bring you on.

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bleuu-moon · 5 months

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the type of pics you + simon riley take:

#I could do this for hourssss #he only does faceless pics sorry #number 8 is my personal fave #his hands would always be on your face #simon ghost riley #ghost x reader #camera roll

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madisonwritesstuff · 8 months

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★ ; sleeping beauty. -------------------

Billy Loomis x Fem! Reader.

(kinktober day 5 ; somnophilia. )

istg slashers make me feel smth 😫

tags ; tw! dubcon, marking, squirting, billy cumming on readers face (😫‼️), soft billy at the end. (ill add more if I remember smth)

MDNI.

Billy swore you were doing it on purpose.

Laying down next to him in your skimpy shirt and panties, your cute little butt pressed up against his erection.

You wouldn't mind if he used you relieved himself, would you? After all it was your fault for rubbing up against him, now he can't fall asleep at all.

His hands slowly slid down the waistband of your pants, slowly sliding in between your thighs, his finger circling around your clit.

He slowly bit down on your neck, sucking hickeys as he rutted his hips slowly against your ass, rubbing your clit.

You let out a shaky moan, which encouraged Billy even though he knew you were asleep. He dipped his fingers in between your folds, collecting the slick before taking his hand out from between your thighs and placing the fingers into his mouth.

He slowly slid his shorts off, kicking them off before gently and carefully sliding your panties down.

He lifts your leg up and rubs his cock in between your folds, collecting the slick before slowly pressing the cockhead in.

He groaned and threw his head back as he slowly bottomed out inside of your walls. He swore he almost came right there and then.

You let out a long moan, arching your back subconsciously and furrowing your brows, almost stirring awake.

He didn't care if you woke up, honestly it turned him on even more. He sucked hickeys onto your neck while holding your leg up, fucking into you.

He leaned down and kissed your forehead, resting his head onto your shoulder before slowly pulling out and rutting into you again, harder, with more passion.

“Wh- Bill- Mmhaaah!” You moaned, waking up, unable to speak as moans kept flowing out your mouth.

“Good morning sweetheart.” He kissed your cheek, rutting in your cunt. “Lay down and relax, I'll take care of ya.” He huffed into your ear, licking a stripe up the backside of your earlobe.

“Billy- Oh go-” You moaned out, feeling overwhelmed from the feeling of his cock driving in and out of you, you're not complaining though.

You lean your head back and look up at him as he fucks you with such intensity. He looked down at you and took the opportunity to catch your lips into a heated kiss. Saliva dripping down your chin as you kissed him in such a sloppy and careless way.

“Billy!- I'm gonna cum!” You moaned into his mouth, breaking the kiss as your head went limp on the pillow while Billy plowed into you.

He chuckled and immediately his hand went down to rub circles onto your clit, roughly pressing onto the bud, making you tremble in his hold while your jaw went slack and eyes rolled back, you couldn't produce coherent words, just spilling out nonsense of moans.

“Billybillybilly!” You moaned out his name repeatedly, squirting onto his cock and fingers, squirting all over the bed sheets.

“You made a mess doll.” He spoke proudly, rolling you over onto your back and pulling out of you. He gave his cock a few pumps before spurting all over your face, grunting as he rutted his hips into his palm, squeezing his dick to get the last bit of cum onto your face. “You look so pretty like that.” He spoke, leaning down and collecting some of his cum onto his finger, before slowly sliding it into your mouth.

“I love you.” He kissed your forehead, smiling proudly at you while you looked up at him with a face full of cum.

#❥. madisons kinktober ’23 #kinktober 2023 #slasher smut #slashers #billy loomis #billy loomis smut #billy loomis x fem reader #billy loomis x reader smut #billy loomis x fem reader smut #ghost face smut #ghostface #ghostface smut #ghostface x reader #ghostface x reader smut

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nitewingbabi · 10 months

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↳ call me anytime ⚤ ghostface x female!reader 【 18+ ONLY — Minors DNI 】warnings ⇢ sexting, swearing, pinning, mentions of blood/killing, degrading, breeding-kink, rawr, overstimulation, mentions of somnophilia, pervert ghostface, voyeur, stalking, the usual dirty stuff ✉ taking requests first part ▻ please respond…i showed you my cock second part ▻ a pretty mouth tag @drpreminjer a/n; wrote this while listening to call me - blondie, and it just made the whole thing a lot hotter. if this gets 500 notes then I’ll put out a part four

“This is going to be fun.” He was hungry for you, his jeans were off within seconds of seeing your pussy sprawled out for him. You turned your head in hopes to see him but from your angle it was hard.

“I’m going to fuck up this pussy, you’re gonna be dripping with my cum when I’m finished with you.” You could only moan as you felt his hot tip brush against your slit, running along the thin crack and ever so slowly pressing into your folds just slightly.

The tease was enough to drive you into psychosis, but you were pretty sure you were already there. At least now you could tick ‘fuck a serial killer’ off your bucket list.

After dragging the head of his cock along your folds did he finally push in, the first inch painful as it surpassed your hole with a ‘pop’. After that he pushed himself further in til the base of his cock was against your thighs and ass. His thrusts were harsh but slow, teasing yet fulfilling. His own moans began to mix with yours as he started to speed up his pace.

The sounds of pleasure and skin slapping echoed off your walls, and if you weren’t already turned on the smack delivered to your left cheek made you weak. It took you by surprise but it made you melt at the rush it gave you.

“Such a slut, you’ve been dying to be fucked like this haven’t you? Been waiting for me to fill up your hole? Make you into a dirty whore. Feels good being fucked by a real man? A real killer.” You could barely get a word out as his thrusts became more violent and he was slamming against your cervix, ripping screams from your throat of pain and pleasure. He stopped his movements for a moment, flipping you over and pushing your legs against your chest.

He slipped your shirt up, your tits falling out and bouncing as he thrusted back in and out. You didn’t take your eyes off him, looking over his body to see he had a button up shirt underneath his cloak and his pale toned abs were peeking through. His cock drilling in and out of you was a sight you thought you’d never get to see.

His leather gloved fingers toyed with your perked nipples, twisting oh so painfully that it pulled a yelp from your lips. You loved it and hated it at the same time, wanted more and wanted him to slow down.

“Such a dirty princess.” He muttered, almost going crazy with his thrusting as he could tell you were reaching your high. Your eyes watered at the immense sensation that passed through you, body shaking and clutching onto his arms as he continued to pound in and out. Your thrashing for him to stop was frustrating and he grabbed your wrists, pinning them down by your sides and pushing even harder.

“P-p-please! I can’t—“ you tried to get out but your body felt like it was going into overdrive and spasming from the overstimulation.

“You can princess. You will.” He laughed at your tears, throwing his head back as he began chasing his own orgasm. His moans got louder and you could feel yourself clenching as another orgasm would be ripped from you.

“Fucking cum on my cock princess. Cum on your master’s cock. Do it for me.” You had only just realised that he was not using protection and you didn’t have any form of birth control.

“W-wait, I’m not—“ you tried to speak but he cut you off.

“Oh I know, I’m going to fill you up with me. Does that scare you? Carrying my baby? Carrying a murder’s baby? I thought you liked it like this princess? Hmm? Don’t back out now, I’m s-so fucking close—fuck!” His high came quicker than he wanted, clashing with your own high and both your juices flooding each other. Your orgasm clouded your mind and his cum warmed your walls.

His hips had clashed against yours a few short times before he stopped riding out his high. Looking down and seeing you so full of his cum it was pouring out of you. He pulled his cock out, both your juices coating the member.

You weren’t sure what to say but you wanted to say something. Anything. But what do you say to ghostface after he fucked you and came inside your pussy? You sat up, feeling slightly icky at the feeling of cum all over your thighs and comforter.

He was making quick work of his pants and cloak, grabbing your chin to stop you from saying anything.

“Until next time princess.” He placed his glove over your eyes and removed just the bottom of his mask to shove his tongue in your mouth and leave you with a taste of alcohol and what you guessed was marijuana as well. It made your heart race and you didn’t open your eyes until after he had left, looking over the damage that he had done.

You knew you’d be at the pharmacy as soon as it opened the next morning. There was no way you were getting pregnant by a killer.

It had been two weeks, and three murders since you had last had any contact with ghostface. Which was also when he fucked you raw and came inside you in your bedroom.

You felt stupid for even thinking it, but you thought that he’d at least try and stick around or visit you. You weren’t after a relationship, but you were getting tired of the shower head and you were too embarrassed to keep a vibrator in your room. You walked down the hallway, carrying your books from class to class. You felt like you had been on autopilot for days, waiting around for something to happen.

You felt bad for the families that had lost their members of family to him. And the police had still come up with nothing. You even began to think about who ghostface could possibly be? His body didn’t match a lot of the guys at your school. But then again some of the guys didn’t wear the most framing clothes either. You knew he was pale, and toned. Definitely taller than you.

You began scanning the hall of your school, eyeing the guys that walked past and whether or not they fit your description. Or at least what you had seen of him. Your phone began vibrating in your hand, alerting you someone was once again messaging you.

➤ looking for me?

Your heart began racing, he was watching you. Your eyes left your device, looking around to see if anyone around you was paying a little too much attention. But you didn’t see anyone. The bell rung for class and you headed off to your last periods of the day. You were going to have to do some digging to find out who he was, not that you really cared who he was. But it would make contacting him a bit easier.

Finally school being over for the day, you could collapse on your bed. Slumping down on the mattress and you felt your skirt fly up, your ass exposed to the empty room. You felt your phone vibrate again.

➤ arch your back and spread your legs

The message was mysterious and you had wondered how once again he was watching you.

➤ do it.

Without another thought you did as he said, pushing your ass to the ceiling and face into the mattress like you had been asked. Your back arching in a graceful way that it could’ve been considered art.

➤ that’s a good girl.

You wondered where he was, out your window? In your closet? You began to situate yourself back into a comfortable position. Eyes scanning around your room for once again, something out of the ordinary. Your eyes fell on your computer, green light appearing next to your camera and it hit you. He had been watching you that way. You moved closer the laptop, brows furrowing as you got up close to the camera.

You knew he could see you, but could he hear you? Like he read your mind, your phone began ringing.

Private Number

“Hello?” You answered, hiding the slight worry in your voice as you thought of how long he must have been watching you through your camera. Not that it mattered but, he had access to it before he even started targeting you possibly.

“Hi princess, wish you could see me. Cause I can see you.” His words were followed with a deep throating laugh, why did he have to make you so hot?

“How are you doing that?” You asked in a harsh tone of voice, biting on your lip that he might react poorly to your aggression.

“I can do whatever I want. You think this is the only camera I’ve been watching you through? I’ve got your house hooked. I know when you’re alone. When you’re awake. When you’re asleep. Although, while you’re sleeping it’s much better climbing through your window and fucking my fist to the sight of your cute pyjamas right in front of you. You don’t even stir, tits all perky for me, legs spread and ready to take me in. Maybe one night I ought to just fuck you then, wake you up nice and good with my cock. Hm? Bet you’d fucking worship me and beg me to stop but you wouldn’t mean in.”

His words were working you up and you felt bothered that it did this time. He had been in your room when you weren’t conscious, seeing you in a vulnerable state and position. It felt unfair.

“Well what if I keep you out? I’ll lock all my doors and nail my window shut if I have too.” You spat back, hoping he would take your warning seriously.

“Oh princess, even if you could…would you really want me too?”

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gazspookiebear · 3 months

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Ugh I'm so sleepy. Eepy man. Enjoy this shit I cooked up in ten minutes.

You wake up, only to find yourself just as tired as you were a few hours ago. Your eyelids are heavy, and you're fighting back sleep with every blink. Exhaustion wracking your body with every movement.

You feel Simon groan and sit up next to you.

"Mmm... five more minutes?" You mumble sleepily, shivering at the sudden lack of warmth.

"'M sorry love, we've gotta get up"

"Please? I'm so tired..." You whine quietly

"Negative," he says, chuckling at your miserable pout.

"Please, Si?" You say it so sweetly. The nickname you rarely used. His weakness.

A moment passes before you finally hear a response.

"Fine."

You grin, knowing that you've won. He lays back down and wraps his arm around you, pulling your back to his chest. You close your eyes and sleep quickly overtakes you.

Of course, it was never just 'five more minutes'. Simon called your work shortly after and informed them that you wouldn't be coming in today. However that works.

#I'm actually so tired it's unreal #Dying out here #Ofc I didn't get to take the day off. I have to suffer #Who knew exhaustion was what would make me write smt #That's crazy #Got less than 2 hours of sleep #Which actually normally doesn't bother me #But I guess it adds up over time #*shocked pikachu face*#If only I had a Simon in my life #simon ghost riley #cod x reader #ghost x reader #ghost x gn reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x gn reader

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whorrorfix · 27 days

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boyfriends that kill together, stay together ♡

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velvetures · 10 months

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Simon is def the type of boyfriend/ husband to adopt a big dog for your anniversary present (even though it's so self serving, he just wants you to have extra protection). He even puts a little bow on the pups collar when he's presenting you with the new edition to the family. (I can see him with a Belgian/ German shepherd, doberman or even a pit mix breed)

Good Boy

Oh my god, there is no way Simon isn't insisting his S/O doesn't have a dog once you've become an established couple.

I think the only difference I have from your HC is that he'd already have the pup trained and nearly at full size when he brings it home for the first time.

Naturally, he's got plenty of experience after having Riley for years. And spent a lot of time sneaking some of your dirty clothes out of the house to put in the dog's kennel while it's being trained. Accustomating it with your scent and connecting your smell with something that isn't used in training unless it's a drill relating your scent to an object needing protection.

Simon isn't particularly attached to the dog emotionally in the way you're going to be. But he's adamant that other than himself, you're the only other person who will know how to command the dog. It's a safety measure that you're going to be a little resistant to at first, but once he explains that it's so you're always safe -even when he's away- you understand that it's for the best. Simon wants a loyal protector for you, and he's not risking you for anything.

In addition to that, Simon really understands and employs "scary dog privilege" tactics often. Even using himself as the warden who follows you around in public and keeps too many eyes from lingering. The dog he brings home is most certainly intimidating, yet impossibly patient and gentle with you. It's designed that way though. Simon trained the pup to think of you as mom essentially, and his only role is to always protect mom.

When he brought your cane corso home, Simon had nothing but pride for the stoic and well-trained guard dog.

The only problem with this is, you're too damn loving for your own good.

Where Simon won't let the dog on the couch, you put your foot down and demand it gets to sleep at the foot of the bed where you can tuck your feet under it to keep warm. He refuses to feed it anything other than its regimental diet, where you love making lick-mats and trialing a bunch of different dog-safe foods almost like your own little cooking show. Simon refuses to pet the dog all the time, but it's almost given he's going to come home and find you curled up with the massive beast on the couch. You -dead asleep- and the guard dog looming over your curled-up form and giving a low, malicious, growl.

Until it realizes Daddy has come home.

Then the big bastard won't leave Simon alone long enough to take his boots off without getting covered in drool and enough hair to make a fur coat.

These are the kinds of pictures you send Simon, utterly destroying his own mental image of the terrifying dog charged with keeping you safe. You're quite amused when he demands you stop making the dog look so pathetic.

#simon ghost riley #ghost x reader #cod #cod mwii #simon riley x reader #simon ghost x reader #velvetures writes #velvetures #simon bringing home a dog #domestic couple #squishy face cane corso #ghost is very dissapointed #anon <3

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