𝘗𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘉𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 [ˢˡᵃˢʰᵉʳˢ ˣ ʸ/ⁿ]

Ghost Face: scary movies

Ghostface smut bb

warnings: NSFW, orgasm denial, slight noncon if you look hard enough, corruption, oral(fem! receiving), fem!reader, virgin sex, penetrative sex, ghostface is his own warning. voice kink, and of course my mediocre writing skills. im working on it ok.

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Cred: haiseovo

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to say you were exhausted from work and school would have been an understatement. from the annoying getting bumped into in the hallways of school to the rude customers that just couldn't seem to understand you didn't have the VHS they were looking for at their store, you felt dead, barely managing to make it through your front door without collapsing, dragging your feet lazily, your entire body feeling like dead weight. you sluggishly managed to get up the stairs and head to your bathroom, not surprised to find that your parents weren't home, again. they were probably out on another one of their ‘business trips’, leaving you money on the counter, enough for what looked like a weeks worth of food. well, at least you have the house to yourself. you washed off the aches and pains of the day, scrubbing away every last reminder of the people you truly couldn't stand, the steamy water helping to loosen your joints and muscles, relaxing you after a few minutes of just standing in it. you dried off and threw on an oversized halloween shirt, some shorts, and fluffy socks, as comfortable as can be. you slid carelessly down the stairs and plopped down on the living room couch, popping in a random VHS from the pile of tapes your work had let you take home, smiling as the familiar intro of ‘the texas chainsaw massacre’ started playing. since it was a friday, you could actually take time to enjoy the movies you brought home, thank god. the only light in the room was provided by your tv, not really minding it since you happened to like the dark anyways. you were still tense from you day as the movie droned on, but there wasn't much you could do about that. you groaned as you heard the house phone start to ring, the sound causing an aching buzzing to stir in your brain, feeling a headache approaching. you huffed out a puff of air as you pulled yourself from the comfort of your couch, going to answer it. “hello, who is this?” the person on the other line questions, their voice shocking you. it was deep and raspy, the gravely nature of it making heat rise to your cheeks. “who were you looking for?” you answered the question with a question, unsure as to why the person on the other line would be calling someone they didn't know. how strange. “im not sure, but i think i found them.” you could almost hear the smirk in his voice, his tone a flirtatious purr, easily flustering you. you don't know why you didn't just hang up, maybe you liked the attention he seemed to want to give you, or maybe you were just bored, but you stayed on the line. “so, do you like scary movies?” he hummed out curiously, earning a small smile from you. “i do, i adore them as a matter of fact.” you chirped happily, and a soft raspy chuckle is heard on the other line, you being too cute for your own good. “what's your favorite scary movie?” gosh this man seemed to be playing 21 questions with you here, but you allowed it. “hmm...halloween!” you finally answered after a moment of thinking. “oh, i liked that one. it was scary.” his voice was smooth as he said that, drawing out the last syllable in just the right way. “it was more gory than anything in my opinion. what about you huh? what's your favorite scary movie?” you were starting to get more and more curious by the second, the man on the other line raising a particular kind of interest in you. “guess.” he said with a chuckle, making you pout a bit. he just wouldn't give you a straight answer would he? “umm...you seem like a friday the thirteenth kind of guy.” you giggled out, and the man soon joined in on your soft laughter. “yeah? i guess i am a big fan of the classics like that.” you hopped up to sit on the counter, swaying your legs as you held the phone to your ear. before you could make more conversation the man spoke up again. “what's your name, sweetheart?” he asked oh so curiously, as if he didn't already know the answer to that question, you entertained him anyways though. “its (y/n). what about you?” a soft sound was heard on the other line, but you couldn't quite tell what it was. “(y/n), what a pretty name for a pretty girl. you got a boyfriend, (y/n)?” you melted at the way he said your name, not even mad that he didn't answer your question. your heart fluttered at his tone, easily swooning you. call you old school, who cares, but you could totally fall in love with this faceless man. “why, you want to take me out?” you did your best attempt at flirting, though, you didn't have much experience. “maybe...do you have a boyfriend?” this time his voice sounded more hopeful, so you decided to mess with him. “hmm, no, but maybe you could fix that for me?” you tried to sound mature, but the light giggle in your tone was a dead give away to your blatant inexperience. “i’d like that.” that man on the phone said, his voice dropping an octave, making your heart race in your chest. “great! name a time and a place and we can meet up!” god, you were so gullible. “your place, right now. you should really start locking your doors, (y/n)...” your heart stopped as the line went dead. you were too scared to move, to scared to breathe, left alone in your pitch black kitchen, the only light coming from the tv in the living room. it was nowhere near enough to let you see clearly. you slowly, and extremely hesitantly, slid off the counter, trembling as your socks made contact with the ground. you screamed in fear as you were suddenly grabbed and shoved back onto the counter, a hand wrapped around your throat. there, standing in front of you, was a man in all black. he towered over you, hood over his head, boots having trailed in rain from outside, and a Ghostface mask obscuring his features. the worst part? he was brandishing a bloodied hunting knife in his gloved hand. your eyes darted from the mask to the blade, and then back up to the mask, staring up pathetically into the blacks of the masks eyes. you could barely make anything out, cursing your past self for not turning on the kitchen light when you answered the phone. you swallowed thickly, just barely being able to find your voice. “a-are you...are you going to kill me..?” your voice was soft, tremoring from terror, insanely fearful of what was going to come, silently hoping that if he did kill you it would be quick and painless. though, you doubted it. the man chuckled darkly, moving his hand from your neck to your jaw, holding you in place as he leaned in. “depends...if you are good for me, i might just let you live. would you like that, pretty girl?” his voice was so much more intimidating in person, the rasp so much more evident. it terrified you, but you wanted to live, so you just nodded up at him dumbly.