Ghostly Presence|| Ghostface x Reader

Leave me

     You had called out the day after the incident and spent it in bed. You couldn't really process what had happened well and just spent your time in fear reminded of the man that had visited your home. Eventually, when you went back to work you spent it dazed and not really focusing too much as you found it difficult. Jed tried comforting you more but when you got home and spent your time alone the fear would only amplify again. He had come over last night and stayed with you for a bit until you calmed down though you were on edge as you laid down in your bed unable to close your eyes until you couldn't stay awake any longer. When it was finally Friday your stomach sank at the thought of spending the weekend alone. You didn't want to be home at the risk of him showing up again. Not after what he had did.
And yet that was exactly what had happened. As you sat on your couch watching a stupid show that you only picked to avoid the news the cologne he always wore filled the air and you could hear light footsteps behind you. A weight had settled deep into your stomach and you just stared forward at the tv.
"Didn't expect you to watch shit like this," Danny's voice cut through the sound of the tv.
He had said it so casually without even trying to make his presence known beforehand as if it was normal. As if he had lived there. Belonged there, even.
"Well it's better than anything else currently on," you replied just as casually. Though, deep down the fear had started to consume you.
"You don't seem so surprised," he said as he leaned closer allowing you to see his mask from the corner of your eye. You restrained yourself though and continued to stare at the tv in front of you.
"Why should I be?" you asked rudely.
"You would think at this point you would stop playing hard to get," he said his annoyance matching yours.
"You would think at this point you would leave me the fuck alone," you said as you turned to him. You regretted it almost instantly as you stared into the black mesh of his mask. His eyes were concealed and though you knew he was human the fact that you couldn't see his emotions reminded you how powerless you were. He stood back up and you yelped as he pulled your hair backwards forcing you to look back at him as he stood over you.
"Is this the game you want to fucking play? The tough girl act? We both know where that gets you," he said pressing his knife against your cheek and though the fear was starting to swallow you, you didn't let it deter you.
"Oh I'm sorry. I forgot that I'm stuck in the role of helpless victim," you sneered back.
"You really are pissed huh? What the fucks got you so mad?" he asked and you made a face at how oblivious he was. He let go of your hair albeit in a rough manner and you sat upwards again. You stood up and turned to look at him as he spoke.
"Y-you killed someone Danny," you said almost fumbling on the words coming out of your mouth. To your own dismay you felt the tears forming in your eyes.
"Is that it?" he chuckled before continuing, "You knew what I did the first time I came here and yet you're always so eager to get on your knees for me," he taunted.
"Well I don't really have much of a choice do I?" you responded.
"No, not really," he said his grip on his knife tightening as he stepped closer leaving you grateful that there was a couch separating the two of you. "Though, you're always so soaked. And if you really wanted me gone you would've told someone," he said and you felt a crack in the wall you had tried putting up. He was right. You hadn't told anyone. You hadn't even tried to fight back very much. You weren't sure why, but you enjoyed it. You were ashamed at the fact and tried to ignore it most days, but occasionally you would wonder. "Whats the matter? You're awfully quiet," he asked and you could tell he was mocking you.
"Who are you Danny?" you asked unwilling to let him get to you.
"You really fucking think I would tell you?" he asked and you simply stared back.
"If you aren't gonna tell me then leave," you replied and to that he just chuckled. He walked over to you and you stayed frozen in your spot.
"We both know you hate it when I do," he said as his hand wrapped around your throat and you felt another crack appear in the wall.
"I-I hate you," you said tears streaming down your face.
"Is that what you tell yourself?" he asked as he pulled you closer to him. You put your hands up to meet his at your throat but he didn't loosen his grip. "You have to pretend that you hate me to make yourself feel better," he said his mask inches from your face. "That you're so innocent while you let me fuck you," he said and you could feel yourself start to get worked up. "Now, are you gonna be good or are you gonna keep pretending to be tough?" he asked as you stared at the black mesh. You felt the cold blade against your thigh again.
"I-I'll be good," you said the space between your thighs tensing.
"You put up quite the act didn't you?" he asked as he tangled his fingers in your hair again.
"I'm sorry," you said your will finally breaking under his grasp.
"That's not gonna cut it," he said and you nodded. You tried to kneel down but his grasp remained firm in your hair and he pulled you up before practically dragging you to your room. He pushed you onto the bed after slamming the door behind him. You tried to stable yourself but he pushed your face back down onto the sheets before starting to roughly pull down your shorts, leaving you whimpering as he pressed his cock against your entrance. He didn't continue and you arched your back to get closer but he didn't didn't budge.
"Beg," he said and you obeyed.
"Danny, please fuck me," you whimpered your face still pressed to the sheets. You felt his knife pressed against your thigh again and you gasped at the sudden pull of the blade against your skin. Your hand instinctively moved to touch the wound, but he grabbed your hand and pinned it down next to you. He pushed into you slowly and you moaned at the feeling of him fill you.
"You love this cock don't you?" he asked and you moaned an "mhmm". He moved back and forth slowly and you realized he wanted you to beg more.
"Faster," you begged and he listened. He picked up the pace and eventually started slamming into you. You could hear his heavy breaths behind the mask as he continued to fuck you. He kept one of his hands on your neck as the other grabbed at your hip. You knew he would probably leave more bruises but you didn't protest. You loved the marks he left on you.
"You take me so well you slut," he said as he started to fuck you harder with every thrust. You whimpered as he pulled almost all the way out before slamming back into you. You started to reach your climax as he continued to push deep into you.
"Danny I'm gonna c-" you started to say but ended up just whining as he pulled out of you.
"You can't come until I let you," he said his cock pressing against your entrance again.
"O-ok," you said your voice trembling. He pushed into you again causing you to moan loudly. You felt his hands move to your waist as he grabbed tightly as he started to fuck you again and you buried your face into the bed as you tried to stop yourself from releasing. You whimpered as you grasped the sheets below you as you felt his cock hit against that sensitive spot inside of you.
"D-Danny please let me cum," you moaned as his cock pushed into you again.
"Are you gonna be good?" he asked and you nodded your face rubbing against the sheets.
"I-I promise," you whimpered.
"Promise what?" he asked his cock pulling almost all the way out again.
"I-I promise I'll be good," you said and he pushed into you again making you moan.
"Cum then you slut," he said fucking you and you obeyed as you finally released all over his cock. Your walls clenching around him tightly. You heard him moan as he pushed deep into you and held you there as his cock twitched before you felt him empty out inside of you. The feeling of him pulling back caused you to let out another whine as his cock slid out leaving you feeling empty as you heard him zip up his pants. You slowly turned around your legs still trembling as you did. He got up from the bed and picked up his knife before staring at you. You had expected him to say something but instead he remained silent so you decided to speak up first.
"I'm sorry," you said again the sadness in your voice slipping through. Though, he simply stared back at you. You stayed quiet unsure of what to say not wanting to anger him. You looked down reminded of the cut on your leg. Slowly you reached down and gently pressed your fingers against the wound on your thigh, smearing the blood on them.
"Go shower," he said repeating the words he had always said and you nodded. You made your way back to the bathroom as usual but this time he didn't walk the whole way there with you as he quickly made his exit out the back door. Silently, you stood in front of the restroom as you watched him leave. You couldn't help but cry in the shower. Watching the blood drip down your leg as the water stung against the cut. You didn't understand the grasp he had on you or why it was so strong. You didn't know why you cared so much. You weren't supposed to feel this way about him. Even though you said you hated him you knew it wasn't true. He knew it too. He saw right through you. You watched the blood slowly wash down the drain. It almost made you feel happy. He had left you with something. Something that was his. Despite everything though, you had wished he had stayed.