Saccharin『 yandere o.shots』(Requests: OPEN)

Danny Johnson | Ghostface 🔞

warning: dub-con(?) its a spur of the moment thing, they try to seduce him to not die, but they do kinda get the upper hand?
you give him the sloppy-toppy 3000.

i recommend not eating anything sugary cause of all the candy motif going on lmao

MCs a bit soggy but that's okay, we need more awkward (negative rizz) doms.

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it's long past the usual curfew for trick-or-treating, too late for kids to go out knocking--- late enough to halloween begin it's march into the first of november and remind you of the passage of time and thanksgiving.

such thought leaves your binge-candy sour and with the taste of mashed potatoes on your tongue (for some reason), and you instead try to quell your worries by zoning harder into the movie.

but when you're praying for a chance to keep your mind away from the passage of time, by the time you heard the famous 'shave and a haircut, two bits' knock your autopilot mind didn't think twice on opening the door for what it thought was a trick-or-treater sheet ghost. 

"trick or treat." the voice was playful and soft, almost tricking you to go along with his whims. and by the time you were about to reach into the package and drop a piece of candy into his cupped hands did you actually realize what you were about to do.

this ghost wasn't the harmless spookster you grew accustomed to grumpily hand out treats to, nor was he an actual kid. this one was the reason there even was a curfew for door-knocking in the usually safe suburb.

it was like finding razor inside candy corn--- or maybe just finding plain-old licorice in your bucket. it wasn't like whatever you had going on was any good, but this feels... worse than having everything good in your life destroyed. it was like beating someone when they're already down.

"awww, no treats for me?" the mask tilting to the side, voice twisting up and down with shoulders slouched in mock pout. you remained frozen, staring into the glare of his mask.

he makes a fake pensive hum as he moved a hand to lean his head against, gloved fingers tapping against the plastic of his mask, one at a time like a spider crawling, "what to do when someone refuses to give a treat?"

one moment you were like a deer in headlights then in the other you had your hands raised in surrender (as if that would somehow convince him to have mercy on you). the tip of the blade neared the center of your chest, like an arrow pointing towards the red juicy apple,  with target stripes, that suddenly became your heart.

"trick it is then." his voice was flat, raising the knife slowly up your neck, just one swipe and you're spilling blood like popped champagne.

"it's a shame, really. such an interesting personality, almost makes me... sad to make you go." voice wavering like a man deep in mourning. 

your mouth moved on it's own, your brain latching onto the fact that he seemed attached to you, "t-treats don't have... to be just candy, you know?" you tried to seal the deal with an award-losing smile.

you can feel yourself shrivel inside, worse than corny. but your hands are already hovering towards his waist. quite literally flirting with death. you felt compelled to throw in a small 'please don't kill me mr. ghostface' for bonus seduction effects, if not, at least to make him feel too much pity to kill you or (somehow) creep him out out enough to leave.

he chuckled and crowded against you, "ohh... you charmer! you never fail to surprise me, that's why you're my favorite." he crooned sweetly, you don't know if him reciprocating is a good thing.

your smile strained as he hugged your arm, snaking his own to grab your wrist and the other grabbing your forearm as you 'chaperoned' him to the couch, TV still on, hurrying on your knees as the back his own sunk to the cushions underneath, shoving your upper half into his lap as and giving him the best bedroom eyes you could muster, making a show of going inbetween his legs.

he grabbed your chin, forcing you to face your fears and look him in the mask, "it's sweet of you to give me eye-candy, but i'm not exactly in the mood for foreplay, okay?" he rubbed the corner of your mouth, you nodded.

the sobbing face coming closer, "such a sweetheart." then pressed the mouth against yours, it was quick, but the plastic had enough time and force to dig against your face to leave an imprint of the blood beneath skin being pushed out and then suddenly rushing in in a mockery of a kiss-mark.

as soon as he let go you grabbed his hips, pulling him closer to feel you mouth at the line of his zipper, all the while keeping a close eye to his reactions, he faltered for a bit, a muffled sound coming out before he gained composure.

"there we go..." he cooed at you, his panting almost muffled by the sound of you pulling his fly down with teeth (it wasn't a good mouth sensation, galvanic shock was it?). he’s already hard and just by freeing it from it's confines you could already see it drizzle like molten candy.

you like to think you're doing something right because to think otherwise would mean something creepier, but at least it's less work for you. optimism, or whatever.

gripping his knee for stability, you licked him like a tootsie-pop, tongue tracing one of the prominent veins by the base as your other hand sets a slow pace. mind briefly wondering how many licks it'd take to reach his center, to get to the sweet and soft parts of him with just your tongue, stripping layers of hard candy with each lick.

"you-- hahh... sure knows how to make a guy feel special." from the corner of your vision, there are fingers gripping harshly against the cushions of the sofa while the other was slipped under his mask, probably biting crescent marks into it as he spread his legs wider and nudged his hips closer, trying to beg you without words to 'please please, more please.' as his panting got louder.

the parts where you drooled had a glossy finish to them like caramelized apples. you sucked a kiss on the tip before taking it between your lips, guiding it until it rested where your tongue began and where your teeth ended.

you breathed calmly through your nose but your eyes still watered, the action was sudden for him but not for you--- "mmmgh! a-AH!..." he gasped, his knee bouncing up like it was hit by a hammer before his thigh tensed underneath your hand.

you looked up, he was near the same state as you. mask hitched up, TV light bouncing off of drool and plastic-leather, mouth twitching around his glove from muffled moans. he had the desperation that came with rabid animals and the pathetic whines and growls it made when it begged belly-up for scraps.

he moaned, and it sounded so sweet.

you sucked harder, he whimpers louder than the girl sobbing in the movie. is he aware that he sounds exactly like her? that he's almost babbling? that his thighs can’t decide if they want to snap shut or spread and expose himself for you? that he sounds like a cheap porno?

you pushed his full length in as far it will go, you wonder what he saw in your expression for him to cum so quickly.

one moment you almost managed to not graze him with your teeth (who bites lollipops anyway?) and in the next it seemed that it was all it took for his bubblegum bubble to pop and for you feel him melt around the corners of your mouth.

he curled like a dying spider--- his back arched, his tensing thighs holding your head in place and his hands dragged you deeper into his grasp, against his body--- but one that wrapped itself around it's cocooned moth.

when he let go, as mellow and pliant as a marsh, you pulled back, panting, transparent and opaque threads connecting you two together like webbing. you wipe the stinging at the corner of your eyes.

aren't male spiders usually eaten alive by their mate?

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this was meant to be a halloween special but eh, we can ignore that, right?
for something supposed to be mindless indulgence in ze horny, it took way too long.