Slasher x Reader Drabbles & Imagines ||Requests Open||

🔪~'Some Whore'~🔪

Danny, Jed Olson |Ghostface| x Male Reader

Requested by elijah the high waisted man he got feminine hips on Ao3

I ate a whole can of corn while writing this, by myself. 

This is horribly risky— you thought, biting your bottom lip.

Currently, you were hiding out in a small closed-off area hidden in a basically useless loop, a hand shoved down your pants as you fisted yourself, looking for a quick release. "Fuck-" you gasped out eyebrows scrunching together. Pleasure rolled through your body making your mind grow fuzzy, only thoughts of cuming on your mind.

Throwing your head back your skull knocked against the wall you were leaning against on shaky legs. Your orgasm was so close you could practically taste it on the tip of your tongue. Just a few more strokes and you would-

A slow clapping pulled you from your hazy state of mind– a choked noise spurred from your lips as your eyes widened. Quickly pulling your hand from your pants you stumbled, turning to whoever had caught you in such a sinful state. A white mask caught your gaze and panic-filled you.

Red light flooded the ground just in front of you as your heart beat like a jackhammer against your ribs, adrenaline filling your veins. The urge to run flooded your body yet you froze.

Ghostface was blocking the only exit out of the corner you had pushed yourself into. "Gotta say– I love a good show," He paused unsheathing the knife clasped to his thigh before letting the blade dance in the artificial moonlight The Entity created "but this is just offensive. I'm out here working– and you're getting off in the corner like some whore?"

Fear pulsed through your veins yet your dick still found it to twitch the derogatory name twisting your insides in a pleasurable way that had you accidentally keening before you could stop yourself.

Pure and utter mortification was what you felt– your face noticeably paling– as Ghostface was silent his posture now rigid. His eyes were boring into you through the mask and you could feel the heavy gaze, it was too much. You let your eyes drop down raking over Ghostface's body before stopping.

"Seems like I'm not the only whore here," you retorted, your voice shaky as you glanced over the noticeable bulge in Ghostface's pants.

A startled gasp flew past your mouth as gloved hands found themselves on your body. One was placed on your navel the palm pressing down into the skin there as the other sat loosely around your neck. A silent promise of what Ghostface would do if you mouthed him off again.

"You sure about that, sunshine?" he mussed his voice dangerously low as you felt hot breath– puffing out from his mask fan on the shell of your ear. "N-no–" you said weakly, trying to take back your earlier statement.

"Thought so," Ghostface's hands tailed down to the hem of your pants his fingers dancing along the hem of your bottoms. "Now, let's see what I'm dealing with here." not even a second after the words left his mouth Ghostface was pulling down your bottoms and briefs, letting the clothing pool by your ankles– letting his fingers wrap around your length.

He hummed appreciatively his eyes trailing down between your legs. "Not bad– I thought you would be smaller," he taunted giving you a few lazy strokes to silence any rebuttal you could have given. His grip soon turning firm– his movements falling into a dizzying rhythm that had you uselessly bucking up into his hand.

Ghostface worked expertly against you, drawing out breathy moans and unintelligible pleas along with the slick noises accompanying his quick controlled strokes. With a yelp, your knees buckled as your orgasm shook your body making you lurch forward hands fisting the front of Ghostface's jacket as he fully wrapped his free arm around your waist holding you to him. Your seed dripped from Ghostface's hand to the ground but he paid it little mind. His hand on your member not stopping till you fully spent, whimpering from overstimulation.

His hand receded allowing you a few moments to catch your breath.

Spinning you around and pushing you forward Ghostface made you fumble— your hands scrambling to find purchase on the wall you were now facing before your face could make contact with the surface. His hands were on your hips, resting there and holding you so your back was slightly arched your ass on view for his greedy eyes.

Ghostface moved his hand down rubbing a cheek and giving it a squeeze "Think I just found my new favorite view," Ghostface murmured his words accompanies by a harsh smack. "Ah-" The sudden pain flaring through your behind made you jolt forward hands balling into fists.

Both Ghostface's hands moved to your cheeks fondling you. His hands were warm on your body– it was nice. One hand left your flesh shortly followed by the rustling of clothes and the buckle of a belt being undone. Ghostface's hands were back on you as you heard pants fall to the ground.

You felt Ghostface grab both cheeks, spreading them apart and exposing your entrance to him. "God- you look so fuckable, it's killing me." he groaned through stuttered breaths "If only I caught you jacking off outside of a trial. Then I could take my sweet time with you, baby boy." you felt Ghostface's length slide between your cheeks his head brushing over your hole.

The plastic of Ghostface's mask made contact with the nape of your neck "This'll have to do for now," he whispered more to himself than you as his hips thrust forward.

He used you like this, rutting between your cheeks and moaning quietly down your back. The flushed tip of his dick occasionally stimulating your rim and teasing you till you were pushing back against his movements.

Every low moan he let out had heat pooling in your stomach. "Gonna paint your skin," Ghostface's voice was audibly strained, his movements speeding up till his hips stuttered and stilled– a loud moan flying from his throat– his seed shooting up your spine. The warmth splattered your skin mixing with your sweat.

His hands slid up your sides as his ragged breathing gradually slowed alongside yours. A chaste warm kiss was pressed to your shoulder his lips pulling away from your skin before you could fully process his actions. Begrudgingly the warm body once pressed against yours was gone as quickly as it had come leaving you vulnerable to The Entity's simulated environment.

You let yourself fall to the ground, Ghostface's release sliding down your cheeks and back.

The first blood-curdling scream brought you from your afterglow bliss, throwing you headfirst back into the reality of things.

You don't know what had just happened between you and the killer known as Ghostface but as you got decent, wandering off into the darkness in search of a gen you could only hope for a sequel.