iaminfamous

[iaminfamous]

ghostface x milf!reader

i hope yall enjoy this just as much as i enjoyed writing it ❤️

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ warnings ; nsfw, dom/sub dynamics, slight dubious consent, fingering, vaginal sex, rough sex, cheating, breaking in, creampie, counter sex, multiple orgasms.

MINORS DNI

You’re a lonely housewife, who does her best to wait for her husband’s return for work every night. Currently cleaning the kitchen, a yawn escapes you as the night drags on. It’s so late, and you’re already so tired.

So tired that you may have forgotten to lock your doors. You’re practically passing out on the counter in the kitchen, rag in hand. You jolt awake at the blaring ringing of the phone across the room.

Groggy, you pick up your phone, putting it up to your ear. “Hello..?” You expect it to be your husband, but the line is quiet. “Hello……?” You drag, a bit annoyed.

Now, Ghostface has been watching you for a while. Loves how fat your ass is, and how big your breasts are. But, the thing he loves the most, is the innocent look in your eyes. Your cute fucking face that he’s been waiting to make cry. He watches through the window as you hang up the call, and continue cleaning. Hardly a minute later, and he’s creeping inside.

Back turned to him, you gasp as suddenly your hair is gripped, and your body is bent over the counter you were scrubbing. A scream, as the shock hits you, and suddenly a gloved hand covers your mouth. “Let’s use our inside voices, mm?” His voice is so deep, sending a shiver down your spine. “I wouldn’t want to have to kill you.”

You know his threat is real, feel it in your spine. A whimper escapes you at his words, whining at the rough grip in your hair, and the way your huge breasts are forced against the cold counter. Your thin pajama shirt hardly does a good enough job of keeping your slowly hardening nipples warm. “Mmph!” You shutter, gripping the counter for dear life.

You feel tears brim your eyes as an overwhelming amount of fear floods you, and your legs begin to shake. Is he going to kill you? You have a husband—A family! You can’t stop shaking as his large body presses against your back.

He chuckles darkly, loving the feeling of your trembling body beneath his firm grip. His other hand slowly trails down your side, savoring your curves. “Shhhh, no need for all that fuss now. I just want to play a little game.”

He leans in close, his masked face mere inches from yours. The white porcelain gleams in the dim light of the kitchen. “Tell me, Darling... what's a sexy woman like you doing all alone at this hour? Waiting for daddy to come home?” His voice drips with mock sympathy and cruel amusement. “Such a shame he isn’t here to protect you. Now I get to have my way with you.”

His hand slides around to your front, boldly cupping one of your heavy breasts. He squeezes roughly, thumbing your stiff nipple through the thin fabric of your pajamas. “These tits though... fuck. All laid out on this counter for me—such a good girl.”

You moan out as he begins touching your sensitive nipples, squirming underneath him as you attempt to pull away, stopped by the counter. His hand slips from covering your mouth to fondle both of your large breasts, and you can’t help but whine. “Please- No! I- I have a husband!” You plead.

It’s been so long since you’ve been touched, husband so busy with work, that your body craves it. Your pussy is becoming wet at another man’s touch, slicking up your panties. Another sob escapes you, and you begin begging more desperately. “Please.. Please..!”

He laughs cruelly at your pleas, continuing to grope and knead your soft flesh. “A husband, huh? Well, where is he then? Leaving such a delectable woman all alone?”

His hands slide under your shirt, pushing the flimsy material up to expose your bare breasts. He pinches and tugs at your sensitive nipples, rolling them between his fingers. “Fuck, look at these perfect tits... Barely fit in my hand.”

Suddenly, he spins you around to face him, slamming you back against the counter. One hand wraps around your throat while the other pushes your pajama shorts aside. “You’re dripping.” He groans out as he runs a finger along your clothed slit, voice muffled behind the mask.

He grinds his hard bulge against your clothed, practically soaked pussy. You gasp and choke as his gloved hand wraps around your throat, gripping his wrist as you try desperately to pull him off. You moan brokenly as his cock rubs against your panties, legs shaking.

The counter is cold underneath you. You stare into the soulless eyes of his mask, vision blurring. Tears fall down your cheeks. “Nnn—Please—“ You struggle to speak as your head becomes light, eyes rolling back as it becomes harder to breathe.

He tightens his grip on your throat, cutting off your air supply even more as he grinds harder against your wet panties. “That's it, bitch. Struggle for me. It only makes this game more fun.”

With his free hand, he pulls down your shorts, and rips your soaked underwear away, exposing your glistening folds to the cool air of the kitchen. Two thick fingers plunge knuckle-deep into your tight pussy without warning, pumping in and out roughly.

“Fuck, you're so wet already. Such a dirty whore, getting fingered by a stranger in your own kitchen. I bet your limp-dick husband could never make you this wet.”

He curls his fingers inside you, rubbing your g-spot as his thumb finds your clit, wasting no time. Back arching as his fingers hit deep inside your crevices, you shakily moan and writhe against the countertop. Guilt fills your stomach at the mention of your husband, but it mixes with pleasure as your pussy is violated by the stranger.

“Aaah!~” You sob out as he rubs your clit faster—harder. It feels so good, your sensitive body already wants to cum. So quickly, too, perhaps you really are touch starved. You refuse to let yourself cum, biting your lip. “You’re ss- sick..!” You whimper.

He chuckles darkly at your weak protests, doubling his efforts to bring you closer to the edge. “Sick? Maybe. But you love it, don't you? Your greedy little pussy is squeezing my fingers so tightly. Like you’re made for them.”

He adds a third finger, stretching you wider as he continues his relentless assault. His thumb works hard against your clit, rubbing fast circles. “Go ahead and cum for me, you filthy slut. Let me feel this married pussy spasm on my fingers like the desperate whore you are. I know you want to.”

Finally, his grip on your throat loosens slightly, allowing you to take shallow breaths as he finger-fucks you harder, the obscene sound of wet flesh filling the kitchen. “Cum for me.”

You try so hard to defy him, panting as it becomes harder to resist. It happens so quick, you can’t hold it back any longer, and you cum around his fingers. You squirt all over them with breathless moans, pussy clenching around his fingers as you grip his shoulders for stability.

“Aaah~! Fuck!” You cry out, head leaning against his chest as your legs shake around his hand. The moment of pleasure is quick lived as the overwhelming guilt for what you’ve just done sinks in.

He holds you steady as you come undone, fingers still buried deep inside your spasming hole, prolonging your intense orgasm. “That's it, milk my fingers like the desperate slut you are.“

Tears coat the killer’s shirt as you cry from pleasure and guilt into his chest, white knuckle dripping the fabric as you quiver. “I’m sorry, my love..” You hiccup. “I’m so sorrry..”

One hand comes up to grip your chin, forcing you to meet his soulless gaze despite the tears blurring your vision. “How cute, you’re crying! Shouldn’t you be grateful? I just gave what your pathetic excuse for a husband couldn't give you.”

As your climax subsides and the guilt washes over you, he slowly withdraws his soaked digits from your sensitive hole. Bringing them to his mask, he licks them clean, marveling in the way you shake. “Delicious.”

Your eyes widen as you watch him lick his fingers, hotness boiling in your stomach as your pussy grows hotter. You whimper submissively at the sight, feeling faint after your intense orgasm.

“Nn- No..” You whisper out, gasping as your legs are roughly pulled closer to him, and your body falls back against the counter. “W- What are you doing!?”

He smirks behind his mask as he sees the fear and reluctant arousal in your eyes. In one swift motion, he yanks your hips forward, pulling you flush against his muscular body. The prominent bulge in his pants grinds against your sensitive, freshly fucked pussy.

“What does it look like I'm doing, slut? Gonna fuck you so hard and deep, you'll forget all about your worthless husband.”

His hands make quick work of his belt and zipper, freeing his massive, throbbing cock. He presses the tip against your gaping entrance, slick from the finger fucking. “Beg for it. Beg me to split your married pussy open on my cock”

You moan loudly, desperately. Your pussy aches as his tip presses against the needy hole, and your mind is still blank from the previous orgasm. You find yourself subconsciously grinding against his cock, despite the guilt, and bite your lip.

“Aa- Aaah..~” You feel your dignity slowly breaking, looking at where his cock and your needy pussy meet. It’s all too much—too good. “…Please…” You beg quietly, hypnotized by the pleasure.

He grins wickedly at your desperate plea, knowing he has you right where he wants you - broken, needy, and ready to be used. “Good girl. Such an obedient little whore.”

Without any hesitation, he grips your hips bruisingly tight and slams forward, burying every thick inch of his huge cock deep into your tight, wet heat in one brutal thrust. “Fuuuuck, yes—nnnmmph! Take it all, you married slut..” His voice is deep as he groans, cock filling you.

He sets a punishing pace immediately, pounding into you with animalistic ferocity. The obscene slap of skin on skin echoes through the kitchen as he rails your pussy mercilessly. “Feels so good���So tight, clenching around my cock. So messy for me, Darling.”

You scream out in pleasure as his cock ravages you. Your pussy is so tight around his cock, clenching it for dear life as it breaks you open. It’s so much bigger than what you’re used to, your husband could never compare.

“Oh! Oh, yes! Please! Don’t stop!” You cry out, gripping the counter as your body slides against it. Tits bouncing feverishly as you throw your head back, wailing out in pleasure. “Ssss- So good!”

He hilts himself fully inside your spasming hole, grinding against your deepest depths as he revels in the sounds you make for him. “That's right, scream for me, whore.. Let the whole neighborhood hear what a depraved slut you are, getting fucked by a stranger’s cock.”

One hand snakes up to wrap around your slender throat once more, applying just enough pressure to make you lightheaded as he continues his relentless assault on your pussy. “When’s the last time you were fucked right, baby?”

Leaning down, he bites and sucks at the sensitive skin of your neck, determined to leave marks that will remind you of this encounter for weeks. His other hand digs bruises into your hip as he holds you up, cold gloves rubbing against the sensitive skin of your plump ass.

You find yourself orgasming again, squirting around his large cock this time as he roughly takes care of you. Your mind is so blurry with pleasure at the way his cock is making you feel, you can hardly find words. Face red, hair sticking to your sweaty face as you babble incoherently. He doesn’t stop fucking you even as you orgasm.

Time passes, and you’re exhausted. “I- I’m close.. Sss- So, so close, please..!” Your tongue rolls out as his cock doesn’t stop pounding your sensitive pussy, two orgasms in now and him not anywhere close to ending this. Legs wrap around him, trying to force him to go deeper as you press your pussy against him, loving the way his balls slap against your ass as he goes impossibly deep.

He snarls in primal lust as he feels your walls clamp down on him, your fluids spilling out all over his cock. “Good girl, baby, coat my cock white. Love seeing you feel good.”

Your desperate pleas spur him on and he doubles his efforts, hips slamming against yours with enough force to rattle the countertop. The lewd sounds of heavy sex fill the air. Releasing your throat, he tangles a hand in your sweat-soaked hair, yanking your head back to expose more of your neck. He grazes the delicate skin with his teeth, before finally sinking in deep enough to draw blood.

Your eyes roll back as the sensations become overwhelming. Your body goes limp in his arms as you scream and cry out, loud enough for the whole neighborhood to hear. Your mind is so foggy you can’t even bring yourself to think, all you know is how his cock feels breaking you open.

“Aaaah…~ Haaah~!” Your moans are weak, whorish as you’re fucked into oblivion. You have no clue when this will end, or how long it’s been going on. Two more orgasms later, and he’s still fucking you deep with his cock. “T- Too much.. C- Can’t!”

He continues to pound into your abused hole with intense focus. He cooes, “Aww, too much? But you’re taking it so well, baby. You can last a little while longer, can’t you?”

His thrusts become erratic, balls swelling as his own release approaches. He leans in close, hot breath ghosting over your ear as he groans, “I'm going to flood this ungrateful pussy with so much cum. Pump you full until it's dripping down your thighs. You'd like that, wouldn't you, whore?”

You nod quickly, eyes screwing shut. You clench your pussy around his cock, begging with your body how badly you want his cum. “Please fill me! I’ll do anything!” You moan out, pussy beginning to ache from the intense thrusts now. You want this to end, it’s all too much.

“I need your cum, please! Fill me!” You moan lewdly, as if impersonating a porn star. Drool coats your chin and slickness is now puddling on the floor of the kitchen. “Mess up my pussy, please!”

With a guttural groan, he hilts himself fully inside you one last time, cock pulsing and throbbing as he reaches his peak. His palm presses against your belly as his balls slap against your ass a final time. “Fuuuuck, fuck, good girl. Take it.. Take my cum..”

His cock erupts, painting your insides white with spurt after spurt of his thick cum. It seems endless, pumping into you until your belly begins to swell slightly from the sheer volume. You moan weakly as your used pussy takes it all.

He grinds against you throughout his orgasm, thick cock hitting your deepest parts, ensuring every drop stays in you. As the final twitches fade away, he pulls out with a wet squelch, admiring the creampie oozing from your gaping, well-used hole.

“So good, Darling. I can’t wait to see your husband’s reaction when he comes home to see you. Like a meal, all spread out on the counter.” And, as if on cue, the keys to the front door can be heard jingling.

“Promise you’ll think about me the next time he fucks you?” Ghostface gives a low chuckle before suddenly, he’s gone, and you’re left a cum-filled, naked mess on the counter for your husband to come home to.

[iaminfamous]

Dabi x Girly! F! Reader

Hello! This is my first post on here, any/all constructive criticism is well appreciated! <3

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ warnings ; nsfw, dom/sub dynamics, slight dubious consent, blowjobs, choking, outdoor sex, public sex

❝ Doll, you’re such a tease. ❞

His voice is so deep, makes you shiver. His grip in your hair is so tight, hurts so good. Dabi’s cock hits the back of your throat in a way that stings so great. You never imagined that this is what you’d be doing—stuck in a pretty pink short skirt, tits hanging out as he forces his cock past glossy lips.

The cold brick of the school’s walls hit your naked back, and tears hit those pretty, shining eyes of yours. Eyes that stare up at him with desperation. Eyes that he can’t get enough of. So needy, so pathetic as blue streaks fall and begin to dry on your blushing cheeks.

Never before had he seen such a beautiful girl. He knew he had to have you from the very first sight. See, Dabi was addicted to you—watched you every day, and jerked off to you every night. And today.. fuck, today, he just broke.

It’s not his fault you came into school wearing the most slutty outfit. A skirt that hardly hid any of that perfect ass. Fuck, he couldn’t wait any longer. So, the moment you were caught alone, rough hands gripped your wrist and pinned you against the nearest wall.

He imagined how he’d take you—fuck you all night for hours, break you open for him, listen to you scream his name. He wanted to tear you apart, force your body to only know his cock; nobody else’s. It’s too bad that Dabi isn’t necessarily known for his patience, because now he has you sucking him off behind the school.

Your mouth feels so good around his cock, though. So good he can’t regret this decision whatsoever. Squirming, and those dainty hands gripping his thighs for dear life. Mascara running with the tears, and his cock can’t help but twitch in your throat as the two of you make eye contact. “Fuck, Princess.” He groans.

“Mmmh!” His cock hits the back of your throat, nose deep in his pubic hair, and you slap his thighs. It’s hard to breathe, and you’re suffocating. Is this how you die? The way you choke and gargle around his base is so painful, but you can’t stop yourself from enjoying it.

His fingers pinch your nose as his cock stays unmoving in the deepest depths of your mouth. You can’t breathe, tears spilling, and you sob around his cock. Heart racing, and your head becoming light—mind hazy, almost blank around his cock.

And, finally, he lets you breathe again. Doesn’t give you time to catch up on it, though. You’re left hyperventilating around his cock. You have little energy to suck on it, but he keeps your head bobbing with the grip in your hair.

Your eyes roll back, legs shaking as slickness begins coating your pink panties, acrylic nails digging into Dabi’s thighs. Tongue rolling out and lapping up as much of his cock as you can, despite the large size. He removes his cock for just a moment, slapping your face with it. Moans, “Shiiiit, such a whore.”

“Dabi—“ You whimper out, and his eyes glow a bright blue. His cock is back in your throat, fucking it well and good, thrusting at a rapid pace. Hearing that sweet innocent voice murmur his name just.. holy shit. He can’t get enough of you.

It doesn’t take much longer before he’s cumming. Groaning, head slamming against the wall above you, and hot spurts deep down your sore throat. You take what you can, whining around his cock as your mouth is coated white. He fucks you through the orgasm, moaning out your name lewdly.

As he pulls out, cum dribbles out of your mouth, and you cough it out onto the ground. Tits hanging, and a puddle of his cum in front of you. Your fingers wrap around your throat, glossy eyes, before finally looking up at him. His eyes are slanted, dark as he says, “I’m going to ruin you.”

And you can’t wait.