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[lilangelbud]

Fuck my ass while ignoring my pathetic drooly cunt. Swat my fat clit until I'm screaming whenever you catch me trying to grind my soaking untouched cunt against furniture.

Fill my hole with lube every morning and force a huge plug inside of me so my asshole is always sloppy and ready to fuck. Pump my ass full of cum over and over so I can feel it my guts whenever I walk around.

Stretch my whore ass open for your cock and then slap my gaping hole and tell me I'm a disgusting cumdump while I cry. Use two fingers to hold me open while cum and lube drools out of my loose asshole. Spit in my guts while my gaped asshole is struggling to close.

Make sure I never touch my useless cunt, tell me if I want to cum it has to be with my fucked out ass. Pound me while I scream and clench around your cock, I'll cum over and over til I only care about stuffing my sloppy ass.

Train my ass to give me pleasure and then shout at me and call me a ruined degenerate slut for cuming whenever my whore hole is being stretched open. I'll sob and beg for forgiveness even as my loose hole is cuming on a giant plug again.

[lilangelbud]

Whether it's one or many, you're just a plaything for men

[lilangelbud]

"Daddy can you scratch my back a little, it's so hard for me to get to it."

"Sure darling, I'd love to. I'll do anything for you."

"Ahh, thank you. That feels so good. Can you go a little harder and higher?"

"It would be easier if you pulled your top up, then I can do it better."

"Better like that daddy or even higher?"

"A little higher darling, a little higher."

"Daddy, I want you to scratch my back, not massage my tits. Please daddy, stop… fuck… please don't pull on my nipples, they're so sensitive. Is that your bulge I can feel?"

"Oh darling, don't worry… enjoy it. Mommy's not home today."

"Fuck daddy, please… I need more… I need you… I want to feel you inside me… please… I beg you… please fuck me… do what you want with me."

"Bend over darling, it's time to breed you. It's time to turn you into my personal toy. Mommy will see you as an innocent thing, for me, you're my cum dump, my pretty slut, my loving fuck hole. It's time to train you."

[lilangelbud]

thinking about being bound not with ropes but hands. a group of hungry doms holding my legs, hips, arms in place while one or more use me- then taking turns and switching spots. pulling against my restraints but being met with strong hands that squeeze me into stillness while I take what I’m given

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[lilangelbud]

Teacher's Assistant

Just as I enter my first class, early as always my teacher greets me with a smirk and a spank to my ass. He collects my panties and puts a vibrator inside me. He makes me sit at the front with my legs are spread all throughout the class so he gets a good good view of my pussy. He'll randomly turn up the vibe on high and the moment he turns it off he would ask me a question. As I fumble for the answer, he'll smirk at me and award me "detention".

As I'll stay back, he will take me to his office and bend me over his desk. He'll flip up my skirt and inspect my leaky hole which is wet from all the edging. He will then spank my ass for not paying attention in class and then collect the juices from my arousal and make me suck it from his fingers. He will then finger me to completion and then "show me my place" that is under his desk serving him.

I will then kneel down under his desk just cockwarming his cock as he grades paper and does other teacher stuff. He leaves me at times to go teach his class with a vibrator in my pussy, edging me. The day goes on and just as the bell for the final period rings, he cums in my mouth. This is my favourite part of the day. The whole building is now almost empty as most of the teachers and students leave.

He now bends me over his desk and pounds my pussy as he gropes my tits from above my shirt by pulling them out from my shirt and bra. He degrades me as he fucks my pussy against the bookshelf calling me "his little slut or pet". Once we're both done I lick up the mess. He locks the door after me and it's the same for tomorrow.

I can't remember the last time I attended my other classes. He always tells the other teachers that I was helping him out, being "his TA".

They think TA stands for Teacher's Assistant.

And I am his TA. But not the normal kind, the slutty kind. The one who meets his actual needs kind.

[lilangelbud]

i just want him to completely let go of himself while he fucks me.

forget that i’m anything more than an object to be used, make me squirm and whine as he just thrusts into me relentlessly, him pushing me into the mattress and pulling my hips closer so he can just make it go deeper.

i want him to focus on nothing but his pleasure, whatever he has to do to satisfy every unspoken urge.

[lilangelbud]

[lilangelbud]

need to "dad dad dad" on to his d!ck >//<

[lilangelbud]

what has a girl got to do to have a pervy older man to come up behind me on a crowded train and finger my pussy from under my little skirt while he threatens to bend me over and rape me right there if i make a sound!!!

[lilangelbud]

wanna have a cute lil freak in the passenger seat next to me during a road trip. a vibrator stuffed inside of their wet little hole, kept in by a tight pair of undies. no matter how much you squeeze your thighs closed, cross your legs, shift positions, you can’t escape the feeling of those vibrations relentlessly buzzing inside of you. every time we pass a speed bump, it thrusts up into you a little bit and makes you whine. by the time we get to our destination, you’ve already cum a handful of times, got the car seat all wet and now have to walk to our hotel room with your slick running down your shaky thighs. soooo so cute and sloppy and fucked out before we even start. all of that only to warm you up to take my thick, long strap the second we get in bed. should be so easy to just slide it in and fuck that needy hole.

[lilangelbud]

invite a bunch of friends over to spank my pussy and whoever makes me scream the loudest gets to fuck my ass at the end of the night, everyone else can jerk off over me, paint me with cum and piss

[lilangelbud]

Forcing a pretty girl to watch me ruin her holes. Fucking you in missionary, making your tight pussy stretch out around my cock, grabbing you by the back of your hair and forcing you to watch as every inch of my cock disappears in your tiny little hole. Praising you for taking my dick as I thrust into you even faster, it’s too big, it hurts you, and as I fuck you harder and harder you start crying out in pain, telling me I’m too big for you. I put my hand over your mouth, the other grabbing a fistful of your hair as I make you watch my cock pounding you, telling you how good you feel, telling you that it’ll all be over soon. Your little hole is throbbing from both pain and pleasure, you’re a crying, pathetic mess. I pick you up and throw you to the floor, I grab you by your hips and shove your face into the ground as I shove my cock into you from behind, as your crying about it being too big again I grab you by the back of your hair and lift your head up, you see our reflection in the bedroom mirror. As I’m pounding your pussy from behind I say “Look at how stupid you look. You look so pathetic. Why are you crying? You were born for this.” Moaning and slamming my cock deeper into you after every sentence, breaking your stupid little brain. “You are nothing. You are my toy, my property and nothing more. You’re useless.” Using you as harshly as I can as I’m about to cum, bruising your cervix with my cock. Pulling out of you, cumming all up your body, leaving you covered in a massive mess of cum, “maybe you’re more useful than i thought” I say as I leave you to sit, covered in cum, broken from what just happened to you.

[lilangelbud]

wish i had an all male friend group where i get to be the group fucktoy. out in public? any one of them can grope me and pull me into an alley to relieve themselves and fuck my mouth. playing video games together? one of them can bend me over his lap and fingerfuck my mouth while another guy slides his cock into my wet cunt. being bred over and over again by my friends because my body belongs to them 💜

[lilangelbud]

A Game

My arms are tied behind my back and I'm sitting on a bench with my legs straddling it. I'm blindfolded and gagged, with no idea what to expect.

Suddenly, I hear the sound of footsteps and a deep, silky voice calls out, "Darling, how are we feeling?" I whimper into the gag as I feel him come closer. I flinch when his fingers dance lightly across my skin as he cups my tits before flicking my nipples.

"I want to play a game," he says, and I can hear the smile in his voice. "You see, I invested in a lovely little something that's supposed to make little toys like you so desperate and so horny that you can only focus on cumming. But I want to see if that's true, and if so, how powerful it can be."

I can hear him rustling around and the metal clinking of different things makes me even further on edge. I whimper and flinch when I feel him rub something cold against my arm and the smell of rubbing alcohol hits my nose. Before I can process what is going on, I feel the sting of a needle going into my arm. He'd injected me.

It doesn't take long for me to figure out that he'd injected me with an aphrodisiac, the "investment" he'd mentioned. I can feel my whole body heating up, my nipples harden into peaks, my clit pulses, and I feel my pussy clench rhythmically. I'm panting slightly as I feel my body completely overwhelmed with need and I know that if he were to take my gag out, I'd be begging him to touch me, fuck me, please make me cum.

I can feel my pussy leaking onto the bench, creating a puddle. He laughs softly from behind me and suddenly, I feel his hand wrap around my throat. He tightens his grip slightly, restricting my airway just enough to make breathing a little more difficult and the lack of oxygen makes me even dizzier with need.

"I want to see if you'll pick your needy little cunt over your need to breathe," he murmurs darkly. I'm too delirious to fully comprehend what that means as my hips start to thrust slightly, desperately trying to create some kind of friction on my clit to relieve the pressure.

He lets go of my throat and I gasp as much as I can over the gag. I feel him walk away for a brief moment before he's back. He brushes something lightly over my neck and I realize it's rope. He loops the rope over my head and wraps it around my neck, tying it loosely. Then, I feel him walk away again and I hear the sound of more rustling and I start feeling slight tugs on the rope. The tugs become more insistent and I have to stand up from the bench I'm straddling just to keep it from choking me.

Eventually, I feel the tugs stop, but now I realize that he'd tied the other end of the rope so high up that I can't sit back down without restricting my own breathing by essentially hanging myself. I hear him laugh as he watches me, "Have you figured it out yet, honey? Maybe this will help."

I hear the buzzing of a vibrator break the silence and then I feel it. He presses the bulb of the toy against my clit and I moan deeply as my hips start to move. He pushes the vibrator hard against my clit and I'm whimpering from the pleasure. The aphrodisiac has made me so sensitive and needy that the few seconds of the vibrator has pushed me to the brink of an orgasm. But before I can fully enjoy it, he pulls it away. I whine into my gag and beg as best as I can.

"Now, here comes the fun part," he says, "I'm going to put this vibrator right here on the bench. Right where your little clitty would be if you were sitting. Now the only problem is, if you want to sit, you're going to have to choke yourself with that rope. And that is the game." He laughs darkly as the realization of my predicament hits me.

I desperately try to rub my thighs together to relieve some of the burning need but it doesn't help. My clit is throbbing at the idea of the vibrator, and I'm so, so needy that I can feel my pussy clenching.

I tentatively try to lower myself down a little bit. I can barely feel the vibrator brushing my clit before I reach the limit of the rope. I whimper when the severity of my predicament hits me. The slight sensation of the vibrator is making my eyes roll but it doesn't help to relieve any of the need that's been building up inside of me.

I can feel my body begging my mind to rearrange its priorities. I'm so desperate to cum that I'm willing to deprive my body of oxygen just so I can make this need go away. If I were more coherent, I would be humiliated by myself, but right now, I'm too far gone to care.

The desperate part of my brain takes over and I let myself sit down fully onto the vibrator. A choked gasp leaves me, both from the relentless pleasure that overwhelms me and from the tight rope around my neck that restricts my airway. The rope isn't tight enough that I can't breathe at all, but it's enough to make my head spin.

I vaguely hear him laugh but all I can focus on is the pleasure rushing through me. I can feel myself barreling towards an orgasm and if I had more air, I'm sure I would be screaming and moaning from all the sensation. I feel my face redden from the lack of oxygen and I'm becoming lightheaded. I'm so close to cumming but before I can push myself over that edge, I feel my body lift up from the vibrator as my instinct to breathe kicks in. Air floods my lungs as the rope loosens and I feel tears well up in my eyes. My own body betrayed me, picking oxygen over my orgasm.

He laughs in delight, "Oh poor honey, looks like you don't want to cum that badly yet."

I'm panting and shaking slightly, my legs barely having enough strength to keep my body up. I want to sob at how unfair it all is but I'm too focused on drawing in as much air as possible.

"Hm, let's tip the balance honey," he says and I feel him wipe my arm again with an alcohol wipe. I whine when I feel the second injection. He dosed me again. Immediately, I feel the effects of the aphrodisiac grow exponentially. My pussy flutters and my clit pulses even harder. The need multiplies inside of me, pushing me towards the brink of my sanity.

I'm so desperate that I don't hesitate this time when I sit down onto the vibrator. I feel my eyes roll up into my head as the sensation on my clit pushes me toward the most intense orgasm I have ever experienced. The lack of oxygen makes everything more sensitive, and I let out a gurgled scream when my orgasm hits, my pussy spraying my release all over the bench and the vibrator. I let myself ride out the orgasm before I get my feet back under me, standing to let myself breathe and to let my clit recover a little from the onslaught of stimulation.

I'm panting from the rope and the orgasm as I shake slightly. But as my orgasm fades, the need rebuilds. "Oh honey, you're going to need more orgasms than just one to burn through all the drugs in your system." His voice barely breaks through the haze in my mind, and I briefly wonder what I must look like right now, tied up and strung out.

My body drops back onto the bench and I let the vibrator ravage my clit, relieving some of the torturous need inside of me while I gasp for air that just won't go into my lungs. I chase every orgasm like this, pressing myself to the vibrator for as long as I can before the need for air forces me to leave it behind. I cum three more times but still, the drug-induced need doesn't fade, despite the overstimulation that makes me want to stop.

I'm crying after my fourth orgasm, face permanently pink from the stimulation and air restriction. Suddenly, I feel his hands on my shoulders, gently massaging my neck. I whimper when I feel him step closer to me and I let myself lean into him.

"Are you enjoying the game, honey?" He murmurs into my ear before kissing the side of my neck softly. I whine in response and before I can even get my bearings, he shoves me down onto the vibrator. I'm not prepared this time and I lose what little air I have in a scream. He doesn't seem to care as he pushes my body down onto the vibrator, keeping me from coming up for air. I'm writhing, the vibrator pushing me toward another orgasm as I gasp uselessly.

He's too strong for me and I can't do anything but accept the overwhelming pleasure and lack of oxygen. The lightheadedness makes my head spin when my body clenches as I cum. My cunt flutters around nothing and my clit burns with overstimulation. He doesn't let up, forcing me to ride out this orgasm as another builds quickly. I don't even know if it's a separate orgasm or a continuation of the earlier one when my pussy gushes again and squirts all over the bench. I'm shaking as my vision goes white and the overwhelming pleasure and lack of oxygen breaks me. I feel myself fade out of consciousness as my body goes limp under his hands.

I wake up to my body burning from soreness. I'm cradled in his arms in bed and he smiles at me when he sees I'm awake. His lips meet mine and I press myself closer against him, ignoring my groaning muscles. "Did you like our game, honey?" He whispers to me. "I loved it."

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😻

[lilangelbud]

SCREAM FOR ME

ghostface x reader

GENRE → horror, smut, romance

SYNOPSIS → you're home alone, and bored. what better way to spend your time flirting with a serial killer?

TAGS/WARNINGS → 18+, stalking, mentions of murder, knife play, overstimulation, dominant!ghostface, unprotected sex, creampie, fingering, oral sex, throat fucking, rough sex, slapping, choking.

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The killings that had been going on recently were enough to make anybody a little paranoid. Especially you, sweet teen girl that was home alone. In the midst of the night you found yourself sitting on the couch in your living room, watching your favorite shows. Maybe everyone was a little paranoid, but nobody thought it would happen to them. 'It won't be me,' they think, until the phone's ringing and there's a masked killer behind them. You might've been one of those people. All the doors are locked, you assured yourself. The phone is right next to you in case you needed to call anyone. You could easily run into the kitchen to grab a weapon if needed. You felt secure.

But maybe it was the plain and simple fact that almost everyone knew of him, but didn't know about him that made this killer so terrifying. He could be lurking anywhere, at any time. And you wouldn't know it until it's too late. Even if you had top notch security, there was no 100% guarantee that you'd be spared.

You worried when the home phone started ringing next to you. Reluctantly, you picked it up. "Hey honey, is everything alright? I'm just checking up on you," your mom says. You smile, with a weight lifted off your chest you reply back, "I'm okay. I'm just watching TV. I'll call you if I need anything, bye, i love you."

You fidgeted with a strand of your hair, with your bottom lip tucked under those pearly whites while watching a show on TV. Any other noise was drowned out by the TV, so you jumped a little when hearing the phone ring again. "Mom?"

"I'm not your mom."

That voice wasn't recognizable. It was deep, and a bit raspy. You figured they had the wrong number. And if they didn't, it was one of those stupid boys from school trying to scare you.

"I think you have the wrong number, unless you're someone I know..?" You fidget around with the cord, wondering who it could've been on the other line. His voice was attractive, though you couldn't recognize it anywhere.

"I don't. You may or may not know me. But I know who you are." He replies back. You scoff, "you know me?" You twirl another strand of hair in between your fingers. You weren't taking this seriously.

"Mhm. You've got a pretty face, and mouth. You've got a lot of ass too." You pause, truthfully you didn't know what to say. In a weird way, you felt flattered. You tried to ignore your pussy throbbing in your panties. Truth be told, you hadn't had dick in a while. And needless to say, he didn't sound like anybody you knew. What's the harm in teasing him a bit?

"Cat got your tongue?" He asks tauntingly, almost mocking you for staying silent. "No, sorry. Um, thank you. I just wish I knew who you were, though." You're intrigued by him. He said you may or may not know him, but you can't ever recall hearing his voice. It couldn't have been a prank, could it?

"Don't worry about who I am. You should worry more about your kitchen door being unlocked." You smile, not thinking your kitchen door would actually be unlocked. You didn't bother to check. "Is it? Well why don't you come in and I'll show you what my pretty mouth can do?"

On the other line, he's trying hard not to blow his cover, and take you up on that offer. It wasn't the right time. You obviously weren't taking him serious, but he will admit, he'd never gotten a response like this from anybody. It was a definite turn on. "You think I'm kidding, sweetheart? Why don't you take a look before I take you up on that offer?"

You freeze in place. Your heart rate begins to pick up as you turn your head into the kitchen, seeing the lock faced sideways instead of upwards. What? How could he have known? You weren't so sure about his intentions. You thought it was just harmless flirting, and unfortunate for you, you actually liked talking to him.

You can hear him chuckle on the other end. "Don't look so afraid. You were so ready to suck my dick seconds ago, where's the whore at now?"

"How did you know?" You start to become paranoid at the fact that this might not even be some random guy calling just to flirt. It could be a psycho killer out to get you. But you didn't even consider that when you were twirling your hair at his compliment.

"I know a lot baby. I know that you're home alone, and that you're sitting on your couch in nothing but panties and a shirt," he tsks, "it's almost like you want me to come in there and fuck you." The look of fear on your face was a huge turn on.

"What do you want from me?" You ask. Your heart pounded in your chest, and you clutch the phone tighter knowing that he could fucking see you right now.

"You're seriously asking me that?" God, what a sarcastic killer.

"Do you want to kill me?" You ask with a shaky breath. Your worry only increases when you hear the lack of response coming from the other end.

"Only if you want me to baby."

You were afraid, truthfully part of you wanted him to come in through that door. You didn't know what the fuck to do.

"Oh come on, don't tell me you're afraid of me. Let me hear your voice," he says. "I'm still here..," you bite your lip debating what to say. If some dick costed you your life, well that's on you. "But part of me wants to get up and let you in myself," you sigh, squeezing your thighs together just for some friction.

"Oh yeah? Why don't you try to guess where I'm at? If you guess right...I'll be nice." You perk up at this. Though, what did he mean by nice?

"And what if I guess wrong?" You stand up, and head to your kitchen to peer outside the window.

"Then you'll find out for yourself, won't you sweetheart?" His voice was like silk, almost purring into your ear.

Looking at the kitchen door makes you wonder, if he really was there, then what? You bite your lip anxiously. You didn't realize you'd been doing it a lot since you've gotten on the phone. "Are you by my kitchen?" You open the door just enough to peek out. Nothing but the still night.

"Nope. Try again." Oh, so you had another chance. You look around your house, would he be by the patio? Or the front door? Or maybe the garage door? The possibilities were endless. He had to have been somewhere where he could see you fully. The patio was the only option, but he could have moved. "You really like leaving me wondering, don't you? Are you by the patio?" You go there, flick the lights on to see nothing. Your heart begins to sink, but with a little thrill.

"I do. I wanna see your face fall when you realize I've been behind you this whole time."

You whip around immediately, only to see nothing. You huff out of frustration, only to let out a scream when you're grabbed by your shoulders. It's him. Clad in black, the same Halloween mask you've been seeing around. It was him.

Your brain completely ignored the fact that he was a serial killer that murdered two students in cold blood. That he was capable of doing such things without a drop of shame. You completely overlooked that, because you're too busy focused on him in front of you now. He was a lot taller than you, and even through his disguise you could tell that he was well built.

"You got it wrong. Guess I won't have to be nice," he says before shoving you onto the couch. He quickly straddles you, his gloved hands reaching to grope your breasts. You shudder under his touch, lust burning in your eyes as you feel him touch all over you.

His hands crawl underneath your shirt, slowly rising the fabric to show your stomach, then the smallest peek of your bare tits. "Cute piercing," he comments on the jewelry adorning your belly button. Something digs into the skin of your thigh, it's hard, but you know it's not his dick.

You gasp when his hand forces you down by the throat, making you hold onto his wrist with both of your hands. He slaps them away, then reaches to the holster on his thigh that holds his beloved hunter knife. Oh, so that's what it was. He smiles under the mask feeling your pulse beat faster underneath his fingertips, but he shushes you, and reassures you that he wouldn't kill you, unless you make him.

The tip of his knife pokes your chin, and he digs it into your skin lightly just to picture what you'd look like with your neck slit open. "You really are prettier in person," he says, edging the tip of his knife from your chin down to your belly. His knife flicks up the bottom of your shirt, and in one swift motion, he cuts your shirt open. If he didn't have his mask on, he'd kiss you all over. You shudder feeling the cool blade against your hot skin, dragging down your body until the tip meets your panty line. "Am I?"

"Mhm." He drags the knife up your belly again, the tip just pricking you ever so slightly. "When I first saw you, I wanted to know what your guts would look like spilling out," you flinch when the knife comes up to your throat, the length of his blade kissing your delicate skin. His hand that was once there was occupied holding your breast. "But now," he eases the blade in between your thighs, "I just wanna watch you try to take this dick of mine, while I ruin your guts a different way." He lifts his mask up ever so slightly, but only to reveal his mouth. His mouth sucks at your throat, teeth nipping at the skin just to draw a little blood. He kisses your neck, then your lips, and you kiss him back hungrily. Your tongue against his, saliva mixing in your mouths. He pulls back, and grabs your face roughly. He pulls his mask back down, admiring how you look right now. Your face looked flushed, with your pretty plump lips wet, and a slight fear in your eyes of what he'll do to you. But there's also lust in your eyes, a yearning for something darker than you've ever known.

"Get the fuck up," he gets off of you, holding you by your neck and drags you to your bedroom, not without squeezing your ass a few times on the way.

He shoves you onto your bed, shutting the door behind him and locking it. You wait in anticipation, watching as he inches closer to you. But you notice that his hands are occupied with unbuckling his belt. That was fucking hot, watching him take it off in one swift motion. "Remember what I said? I'm not going to be nice. Only if you had guessed right, it wouldn't be like this," he pulls his knife out again. You watch, and it's all you can do. You're roughly flipped onto your stomach, and he begins to feel up your ass, hands grabbing at the back of your thighs, and groping the fat of your ass. But you flinch when his belt comes down to you, and you whimper when it comes down again, harder. He takes your panties, pulling them in between your ass like he was giving you a wedgie. "You're so fucking wet," he comments, looking at how your wetness soaked your panties. Your lips were wet, and he slides a gloved finger in between them.

"Will you be good for me, baby? Hm?" He continues the motion, before pulling away from you, to flip you onto your back. Like a personal necklace, he firmly wraps his hand around your throat. He pushes you back, kneeling next to your body. "I will," with pleading eyes, you look at him. He doesn't need you to say anything for him to know what you want. His hand rubs your pussy through your panties, and you grind into his hand, but he slaps you, hard at that, to stop you. "Don't move. Sit there and look pretty for me."

Leather fingers dip past the lacy fabric, and you try to conceal yourself when his finger rubs your clit gently. "Jesus, look how wet you are. All this from me? You really are a slut," he comments, before removing his hand from your throat momentarily, just to take your panties off of you. You ignore the fact that he stuffed them into his pocket, and relish in his finger prodding at your folds. "Oh fuck," you whine, feeling his finger circle your clit once again. He's going so slow, that it makes you want to scream. He takes in your agitated face, relishing in how your brows furrow, how your mouth opens to let out those whimpers, all because of his touch. He slips one, then two fingers in. His hand holds you down, the pressure around your throat making you hungry for life, hungry for him, dependent on him. You let out a yelp when he begins to finger-fuck you at a brutal pace, making your legs curl to your chest. Before you can cum, he stops. He lifts up enough of his mask just to lick you off his fingers. You catch a glimpse of him, his pink tongue darting out to lick you off of himself. You really didn't expect him to be in-between your thighs, hungrily eating at your pussy. You can't recall how many times you've came, screamed, clawed at the mattress because of his tongue. His tongue fucked your hole, then sucked on your clit while simultaneously working his tongue in you.

His stamina seemed inhuman. He pulls you by your hair, pulling you towards his hardened cock, the length bulging through his boxers. You slide the fabric down, licking a stripe up his length. "Mm, let's see what your pretty lil' mouth can do," he refers to your previous statement when he was in the phone with you. You spit on his dick, smearing it all over his cock, the tip of your tongue drags along a thick vein. He was big, like nothing you've ever had before.

You took note of the deep v line, kissing his tip, before taking him in your mouth fully. You hold him at the base, sucking, licking and tasting him. You suck on his tip longer, your tongue swirling around his pink tip, making him groan.

"Fuck," he groans, his hand tugs on your hair, while his other is underneath your chin. He shoves himself forcefully into you, making you choke on him. He chuckles, "feels like I've been too nice on you," he says before thrusting into your mouth again. You supresss a gag, the tip of his dick repeatedly hitting the back of your throat. You're a fucking mess, spit dribbling down your chin, your pussy a fucking wet mess from him, your hair pulled in between his fingers while he throat fucks you. His breathing gets heavier, more staggered as he feels himself about to cum.

Your throat feels raw, not being able to take his size in fully. Tears prick at your eyes, and they begin to run down your face from the lack of oxygen. He pulls out his cock, with a pop sound. You don't get a chance to regain your breath before you're forced into another position again. Face down, ass up, you grip the sheets feeling his cock push into you. "It's too much," you whimper.

He grins underneath the mask, "I don't care. You're gonna take this dick whether you fuckin' like it or not." He pushes your face down into the mattress, forcing you to arch your back, and he grunts feeling his cock being engulfed by your warmth. Dirty sounds emit from the room, your pussy makes inappropriate squelching sounds as he rucks you raw. Your legs burn from holding up yourself and against his weight crushing you. His dick feels so heavy inside of you, you can't help but scream out. His hands grab your ass, squeezing it before smacking you.

He pulls out, flipping you onto your back. With one leg up to your chest, and the other being forced down, your pussy wraps around his dick like a present. It's warm, welcoming, and wet as fuck. "Mm, look at you. A fucking mess because of me, do you like when I fuck you like a slut? You like me being rough with you?" His free hand that isn't holding your leg down, is instead in your mouth. "Yes! Fuck," you stammer. His thumb is in your mouth, and you suck on it without being told to do so. "Good girl," he praises. "Fuck, 'm so fucking close," you cry. His hand is wrapped around your throat again, forcing you down, before he scoots closer, enough to bury his dick deeper into you. His thrusts are fucking hard, and wreck your body with each snap of his hips. You're being pounded into, and really you love it. You moan his name over and over again, "fuck me, ghostface please fuck me."

He's nearly naked, just having his mask on and that's about it. You can see every flex in his arm, his mucsles prominent. God, he was jacked. Almost ten times bigger than you. Your hands trail up his abs, then to his chest and back down to where he's fucking you dumb. A hand smacks you for touching him, but you don't care. You keep your hand on his stomach, feeling his warmth. He enjoys it, but he won't let you know that. Instead, he turns you sideways, spreading your legs wide open to fuck the life out of you. Your moans are loud, and his thrusts begin to get sloppy, and he groans feeling your pussy cream all over his cock, clenching around him before you release one of the biggest orgasms you've ever had in your life. "Oh my fucking god, baby, fuck" you curse over and over, but he's still going.

"No more, no more," you plead. He slaps away your hand, fucking into you for one last time before he cums into you. Don't worry, he noticed the birth control pills on your nightstand. "Shut the fuck up," he groans, his voice sounding like how it did on the phone, slightly threatening. You loved his voice, hearing his guttutal moans, his heavy breathing, all of it. You moan again, cumming just from feeling him thrust into you harshly even after you came. You pant heavily, sweat beading on your forehead from how much you've been at it. He pulls out of you, sticking his cock in one last time before smearing his cum onto your lips. "Lick it." He commands. His thumbs spread your pussy wide, relishing in how his cum pours out of your aching hole.

You obey him, sucking on his gloved fingers desperately. The sound of the front door opening elicits panic in you, and you scramble to get dressed while ghostface watches you. You peek over at him, looking at how beautiful his body is, how he's so much stronger than you. He could easily hold you down with one arm, and it excited you. "Fuck baby," he pants.

Footsteps near your bedroom, but they pass. That's strange, your parents didn't come to check on you. You look over at ghostface, who's already dressed within seconds. "I saw you staring." He says. "Sorry," you reply. He chuckles. "It's okay, I've been stalking you this whole time so it's only fair.." he stops, not expecting you to kiss his mask again. Did you really do that? You didn't care.

Before he exits out the window, you stop him. "You know my number if you wanna do this again," you bite your lip. "Of course, baby." He squeezes your ass before finally leaving. If it's one thing you learned, it's that serial killers give good ass dick.

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a/n: something new, what do you guys think? This may not be my intended audience, but I'm starting to get really into slasher writing. God, I love it. I won't stop making other fics featuring anime characters, even if it's not my thing :) share if u likeee