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Fuck him. Fuck that lying motherfucker!
That was the only thought running through your mind as you read the message on your glaring phone screen. Your vision got blurry as angry tears started to form. Never once in your life had you thought you’d be on the receiving end of a “hey girly” text. Never once did you think some random girl would be texting you to let you know that your boyfriend, Eddy, was a cheating, dirty scumbag. That’s two fucking years of my right down the drain.
The girl was really apologetic about it, thankfully, and wasn’t even aware that he had a girlfriend when she hooked up with Eddy. You didn’t blame her for it. No, your rage was completely targeted at your soon-to-be ex. It felt like there was fire under your skin and venom running through your veins. You were pissed. You wanted to get even.
A million ideas popped in your head. Key his car? Hmm maybe a little cliche, plus it was a piece of crap anyway. Call his work and try to get him fired? That was a possibility since you knew he wasn’t the most responsible employee. Vandalize his house? What are you, twelve? Kill him…? As angry as you were, you knew no man was worth going to prison for, so as satisfying as murdering him would be, that was definitely a no. What if you slept with his best friend? Or even crazier, slept with his dad? That could work, but the thought grossed you out.
Then the most devious, albeit immature, idea occurred to you.
There just so happened to be an insane serial killer running around your town. The newspapers had been calling him the Ghostface. Supposedly he wore this creepy, dark, flowing robe. Hell, there was even a police-enforced curfew going on just because of all the murders. You even remembered Eddy mentioned how scared he’d been the past couple weeks. If you could find a similar enough outfit and a cheap ghost mask to wear, you’d look just like Ghostface. You could show up to Eddy’s house and scare the absolute shit out of him. Embarrass him like he embarrassed you. A smile was already forming on your lips as you grabbed your keys and headed out the door to go shopping.
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You parked a couple streets away from Eddy’s house and hopped out the car. Luckily you were able to find everything you needed for your little prank. A generic ghost mask, a long black robe, and even a fake knife. You had everything shoved into a backpack and ready to go. You weaved through the neighborhood, dodging between mailboxes and fences. It was nighttime now and the darkness felt almost suffocating. You hadn’t left your house during the night for a few weeks so it was as exciting as it was terrifying.
Your heart was racing like crazy as you approached Eddy’s street. Now would probably be a good time to change into the costume so you moved behind a cluster of trees, twigs and pinecones cracked under your feet as you went. First you slipped the long robe over your head. You smoothed out the wrinkles with your hands and realized it was a bit loose on you. But it was long enough to touch the ground so it’d just have to do. Next up was the mask. Once it was on your senses were completely dulled. You could barely see, your hearing was muffled, and god the stench of plastic was horrible. The worst part was that you felt so miserably sweaty. How does this Ghostface guy run around in this shit all day? The last piece of the costume was the knife, which you realized you had no pockets for, ugh. You grabbed the knife, put it in the waistband of the shorts you were wearing beneath the robe, and tossed your backpack down next to a tree. You didn’t want Eddy to recognize you so you’d come back for it later.
Alright, it’s showtime.
You walked out from behind the trees and approached Eddy’s house. You’d been here so many times, had so many good memories here. Now the sight of it put a sour taste in your mouth. It was crazy to even fathom that just earlier that day you were still in love with this man. You thought you would be marrying him one day. Unfortunately for him, all that love was gone.
You couldn’t wait to see his face when you scared him. He was going to be terrified when you popped out. Maybe if you were lucky, he’d cry. A twisted part of you was even hoping he might piss his pants due to fear.
You grabbed the fake knife from your waistband and creeped around the side of his house towards the backyard where his bedroom window was located. It was way more difficult to walk quietly than you were expecting. How did movies make it look so easy? It was like you stepped on every stick in your path. Once you got to the edge of the house, you peered around the corner. Fuck it’s so hard to see out of this mask, you thought as you moved slowly toward the window. You glanced in and saw Eddy sitting at his desk, headphones donned, playing one of his stupid computer games. Not surprising.
How should I go about this? Should I use the spare key and sneak inside? Should I knock on the window then hide? Should I- Your pondering was cut short when you felt an ominous chill run down your spine. The air suddenly felt so eerie and your entire body was covered in goosebumps. You took a deep breath and turned around quickly, eyes darting across the yard, adrenaline pumping.
In front of you was the last thing you expected to see that night.
A tall man, his build somewhat slender but with broad shoulders, his whole body covered with a flowing black shroud… And wearing a pale, ghostly mask, its face appearing twisted in agony and pain; the same one as yours. What was even scarier than seeing the same mask you currently had on was the sight of the large knife gripped tightly in his hand, just like you had. Only you were sure his knife wasn’t fake. It definitely looked way sharper than yours, the blade glistened in the moonlight almost mockingly. Fuckkkk, you thought.
You didn’t know if it was better or worse that you were currently dressed up as him. Would he be flattered at the idea of a copycat? Or would he be even angrier and kill you just as violently as the other victims? Should you try to run? Or talk your way out of it? Your mind felt like it was racing a million miles per second, unsure what to do.
“Hi,” was what you landed on, shocked that your voice didn’t sound nearly as scared as you actually were. He tilted his head sideways, looking curiously at you, yet he didn’t speak a word. Instead, he took a step forward. His thick leather boot seemed to make no sound as it connected with the ground. No wonder he was able to creep up right behind me. Sneaky bastard. He kept moving towards you, agonizingly slow. Like a cat toying with a mouse.
“Who are you?” His voice sounded odd, maybe some kind of voice changer. It would make sense for someone with a secret identity to use something like that. Despite the distorted effect, it was easy to tell his words were laced with anger. And as much as you hated to admit it, his voice sounded really attractive.
“I’m… I…” You couldn’t even find the right words to diffuse the situation. You reached your hand up and yanked the mask off your head, revealing your face. For some reason, he halted and stopped advancing toward you. Beneath the mask was a look of recognition on his face, not that you could tell. “This is my boyfriend's house,” you explained. You felt tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as you continued, “I found out that he cheated on me. Apparently he hooked up with some random girl. I was with him for two years but I guess our entire relationship meant nothing to him.”
“So you were going to kill him?”
“Oh god, no,” you frantically say, shaking your head. “I mean I did think about it, but I decided I was just going to scare him. I wanted to see him cry like a little baby,” you laughed awkwardly as you said it, realizing you were standing there trying to explain your situation to a literal serial killer.
“I see,” he put his weight on one leg and crossed his arms. You couldn’t help but notice the lean muscle beneath the fabric of his shroud. “Interesting that a piece of shit like him managed to get a girl like you.” The way he said it sounded like he was flirting with you.
Despite the cool breeze blowing on your face, your cheeks were warmer than ever after hearing that. No way I’m blushing because something a murderer said! You wanted to slap yourself. Get it together!
He continued, “You know, I’ve been watching your boyfriend for a while. Every day is the exact same for him. Play games, watch porn, jerk off.” You did recall that the papers mentioned rumors of Ghostface stalking victims, so that would make sense. But-
“Porn?” You interrupted. “That asshole! He told me he quit watching that stuff,” you wiped away a tear falling from your eye. It was like you didn’t even know Eddy anymore. Was everything a lie?
“But then you come over to his place and things get exciting. Oh, by the way, you should reallyyy start closing the blinds before you guys… y’know.” You practically heard the smirk under his mask.
If you thought your cheeks were warm before, it was nothing compared to this. Now they were on fire. You dropped the plastic knife and both your hands flew up to cover your face in pure embarrassment. “You’ve been watching us have sex!?”
“If it makes you feel better doll, I liked what I saw,” he said with a chuckle. Damn it, even his laugh was hot.
“Okay well you can just kill me now, please make it quick,” you muttered, face still shielded by your hands. God, you felt so pathetic and mortified wondering how many times Ghostface was watching when you and Eddy were…
Suddenly there was a harsh grasp on your wrist and it pulled one of your hands away from your face. Through teary eyes you could see the pale mask staring down at you, merely inches away. With how quiet he was you weren’t surprised that he was able to get this close without you hearing anything. You only hoped he’d listen to your pleas and make your death a fast one.
“Listen, I know I’m clearly not the best guy to take advice from, but… Your boyfriend is a dick. He’s definitely not worth any tears,” he released your wrist, allowing you to use both hands to wipe your damp cheeks. “I’d kill for a girl like you, oh wait…” His voice sounded playful. There’s no way in hell he was actually trying to cheer you up? You wanted to trust it, but you were wary. “Plus, I’ve seen what he’s packing and I’m not impressed.” You couldn’t hold in the laugh that bubbled out of your mouth loudly. His hand flew up to cover your lips as he quietly shushed you.
“Oh right, sorry,” you whispered. Somehow you forgot you were in Eddy’s backyard. It was hard to think about anything else when he was right in front of you. Something about him was so enticing, you couldn’t deny it. “So is this what you do to all your victims before you kill them? Make them laugh?” You couldn’t help a small smile as you said it.
“Nah, only the special ones.”
“Oh so I’m special?” You scoffed, but he nodded his head. Yeah right. I’m sure he tells that to everybody he kills. “Why do I get the feeling you’re more like a predator playing with his food?”
“So you’re my food? I wouldn’t mind eating you,” he let out another deep chuckle again. God, that damn chuckle.
When you fully registered what he was implying your eyes widened instantly, “W-what?” You could barely sputter the word out, feeling a familiar heat pool in between your legs. The thought of him eating you out was crazy but… It didn’t sound too horrible if you were being honest. Eddy was never the best at it, maybe Ghostface could actually make you finish.
“Listen, why don’t you head home. I’ve got some business to attend to,” he looked through Eddy’s window. He was still playing the game, not a care in the world. Didn’t even realize the Ghostface killer was in his backyard.
“N-no!” You were probably more surprised at your outburst than Ghostface was. You had no clue what possessed you to say that, perhaps your mouth was just moving faster than your brain. He was literally about to spare your life yet you said no to him? Girl, you need to get a grip.
“No?” There was that same anger in his voice you heard earlier. Not as strong as before, but you could hear it.
You gulped, “I mean, no, as in no I don’t want to go home.”
“Oh?” He tilted his head and looked you up and down. “So you do want to kill him after all? That’s the spirit!”
You giggled, shaking your head. “No, I had something else in mind,” you meant to sound sexy but your voice sounded a little shy. You couldn’t help but rub your thighs together, trying to relieve some pent up frustration. One glance downwards was all it took for the lightbulb to go off in his head.
“Ohh so you did want me to eat you after all?” His voice was smooth. Effortlessly seductive. It was like he knew exactly what to say, and how to say it, to get you going.
“Yes…” You’d never felt this nervous, could you really trust him? Was he really going to spare you or would he just to kill you anyway? There was no telling what he could do. But if he’s already planning to kill me then at least I should go out with a bang, right? He already had you riled up, might as well enjoy it.
“Turn around,” he commanded and you obeyed. Turning your back to the killer had your stomach in knots. In the blink of an eye, his blade was held up to your neck. “I’m going to take my mask off. If you look at my face, I’ll kill you. We don’t want that, do we doll?”
He wasn’t using a lot of force but you still felt the wincing pain of being cut. It was thin, but trickling blood nonetheless. His body pressed so deliciously against your back. You swore you could even feel his dick pressing into your ass through the clothes. The fact that he was already hard and all you two had done was talk about him going down on you was so hot. He clearly was excited for it. Eddy complained about it every time he did it.
“I won’t look, promise,” because no matter how curious you were to see the face of the man about to eat your kitty, you still valued your life after all. Your breathing was ragged and you felt like your head was reeling. You were already so wet.
“What a good girl,” he praised. His voice sounded normal, no distortion or filter so you knew the mask was off. It was even more attractive than you thought. You lifted your black robe above your waist and slowly shimmied out of the shorts you had on underneath, hoping he was enjoying the show. “Cute panties,” he said and you were thankful you actually were wearing a nice pair. His free hand circled around your body and began massaging your breasts, playing with your nipples in a teasing way. You let out a soft moan at the touch, craving more. He circled around them with his fingers, even giving a little pinch every so often.
He trailed the knife down your body gently. It tickled more than anything, and that combined with the light wind had you squirming like crazy. He stopped at your thigh then slipped the knife under your panties and sliced right through the cloth.
“Hey! I liked those,” you pouted.
“Don’t worry, I’ll make it up to you,” he said, and you hoped that his skills would live up to the claim.
You felt the knife disappear so you assumed he pocketed it. Little did you know, he pocketed your panties too. It was nerve wracking, being so bare in front of him, meanwhile he wouldn’t even let you see his face. Your pussy was soaking already and all you wanted was his tongue on you. So you leaned forward, poking your ass out, and used both your hands to spread apart your plump cheeks. Now everything was fully on display. Not like he hadn’t seen it all before anyway. Pervert.
He let out a small groan, “Damn, your pussy is even prettier up close. I can’t believe I finally get to taste it.” So he’d been fantasizing about this? About you? The thought excited you, despite how wrong it felt to admit it.
He got down on his knees behind you and you moved your hands against the wall so you could support yourself better. One quick check guaranteed that dear old Eddy was still glued to his computer screen.
You felt the thick leather of his gloved fingertips ghost against your thigh, his touch already hypnotic. Then, with a lot more force, he begun squeezing and kneading. Large hands ran up and down your skin. It felt amazing. He slowly moved his hand up toward your ass, massaging roughly. The pressure was so hard it might’ve left bruises in some areas, not that you were complaining. Suddenly you felt a harsh smack!
“Uhn!” You couldn’t help but moan loudly. The pain and pleasure mixed so perfectly.
“You are such a dirty girl,” he laughed and gave another stinging slap to your rear. He loved the way your whole body reacted to his touch, so twitchy and needy. “You’re supposed to stay quiet.”
“I know, I know, I’m sor- oh fuck!” Your sentence was cut short when you felt his tongue lick a stripe up your pussy. He continued to lick, slowly and teasingly. It felt like torture, yet so so wonderful. “Ahh, that feels amazing. Fuck you’re good at this,” your voice was dripping with lust at that point. You wanted him to hear how much you were enjoying it. All he did was moan in response which felt great since his face was buried between your thighs.
He went at it like a pro, his tongue circling and flicking your clit in ways you didn’t even know were possible. In ways Eddy definitely never knew were possible. After a few minutes of it, you felt your orgasm approaching, but didn’t want the fun to end so quickly. If he was this good with his tongue, you couldn’t help but imagine what sex with him would be like.
“W-wait,” you said.
“Hmm?” He hummed, mouth never leaving your pussy. The vibrations sent chills throughout your body.
“What if instead of cumming from your tongue, you make me cum on your dick instead?” You felt so dirty suggesting it, but his speed didn’t slow or show signs of him stopping. If anything, he went faster, as if a flash of energy surged through him. His tongue danced through your folds, lapping up all your juices greedily, moaning all the while doing it. In a way that made it seem like he enjoyed this more than you did. Hah, Eddy could never. You tried to stifle your moans but it felt damn near impossible to stay quiet while someone was giving you the best head you’d ever received in your life.
As much as you tried to deny yourself, you couldn’t help the orgasm that crashed through your body. Your legs were shaking and wobbly. You struggled to keep yourself upright and fell fully against the wall, your body was so weak.
“Why not both?” He finally responded after he caught his breath. It made you realize that with Eddy, he’d only try to make you cum one time, at most. And at times he couldn’t even accomplish that. So the fact that Ghostface wanted to make it happen multiple times was quite a welcomed change.
He stood up and you heard him unbuckling and unzipping his pants. Your giddiness could barely be contained. He positioned one hand on your hip and used the other to guide his cock toward your dripping entrance. You felt his tip circling and prodding your needy hole. He’d slightly press it into you, only to take it right back out. You were getting so impatient.
“What’s wrong?” You said with a whine.
“I don’t have any condoms with me,” he answered, still rubbing himself on you.
You pushed your ass backwards and told him, “Don’t worry, I’m on the pill. Now would you pretty please fuck me already?”
That’s all it took for him to move his whole body forward swiftly, burying his cock deep inside of you. It was huge. Your pussy burned as it stretched around him, trying to adjust to his size. You felt like you were being split in half, yet in a way that had you dying for more. His hips started to snap back and forth as he set an addicting pace. He thrusted into you so forcefully. You loved the sensation.
He moved his lips toward your ear. He nibbled on it before licking your lobe, then he spoke, “You feel amazing, pretty girl. You’re so tight.”
Since you were being fucked senseless, it was pretty challenging to form any kind of response. Instead, you continued to moan, and occasionally let out a few curses and praises here and there. He brought his lips down to your neck next. He licked a line upward, collecting beads of blood on his tongue. Right, you forgot that he had cut you there earlier. At least his tongue felt soothing on the stinging wound. You just wish you could turn around to see his lips covered in your blood. It would probably be hot as fuck. He seemed to be enjoying it which turned you on even more.
Ghostface stopped licking and started kissing next. Your neck would probably be covered in hickies and marks considering how rough he was being. He kept biting down, piercing skin and causing more blood to flow. Seeing you writhe was just too satisfying for him and he couldn’t resist.
He brought his right hand up to wrap around your throat and started to squeeze. Meanwhile he used his left to run his gloved fingers through your hair. He grabbed a handful of it and pulled your head so it was tilted back. The rougher he was, the better it felt. If heaven was real then this was probably it.
“Unhhh,” you cried out. “I’m so close!” His pace remained steady. He pounded into you with no relent. His stamina sure was impressive. “Pleaseee,” you whined. All of a sudden his hand left your throat and snaked its way to your lips.
“Open,” he said, so you did. His fingers pressed right into your mouth and you swirled your tongue around them. The leather of his gloves didn’t taste like much, but it was scary imagining all the things they had been used for. You tried not to think about it too much. Instead you bobbed your head back and forth and kept sucking. His groans were getting louder by the second. Maybe he was close too? You were praying no one would catch you two in the act. You were in Eddy's backyard after all, hopefully he didn't have nosey neighbors.
His grip on your hair tightened and he pushed your head down so you were bent over in front of him. You arched your back hoping to give an enjoyable view. Both his hands moved to your hips and gripped your flesh. His thrusts were so powerful and he fucked you like there was no tomorrow. His cock was so deep inside you. Before you knew it your second orgasm started to wash over you, even more violent and wonderful than the first one was.
Ghostface threw his head back as he came and you felt thick, hot ribbons of cum shoot into you. He moved his body backward, slowly taking his cock out of your warmth, inch by agonizing inch. Once it was fully out, you felt his cum start to leak out of you and drip down your thighs. He gathered the fluid with two of his fingers and pushed it back into your hole. No one had ever done that to you before but you liked the lewdness of it. The last thing he did was press a gentle kiss right on your pussy. It was actually kind of sweet. Plus you assumed “aftercare” wasn’t in this guy’s vocabulary, so you’d take what you could get. He pulled your robe back down and gave your ass one more smack. You grabbed your shorts and fake knife off the grass.
“That was amazing,” you sounded breathless, exhilarated.
He let out a smug laugh in response, clearly aware that he was a good fuck.
The post-orgasm clarity had started to set in. Ghostface was a killer after all, would he just let you go? I mean, you were currently filled with his DNA. Any sane person would go to the police and try to get him arrested. Yet instead, all you could think about was the next time you’d get to see him. Your body was already craving more of his touch.
“You can turn around now,” he said, distracting you from your thoughts. Once you turned you were met face to face with the creepy mask again. You supposed it would be best not to keep lingering around for long so it was time to head home. You were exhausted. You could try to prank Eddy another time.
“Will I get to see you again?” You asked, trying not to sound too clingy or eager, but it was apparent in your voice.
“Maybe,” was his answer, along with a shrug.
Just maybe? That’s it? Did he not enjoy it as much as you did?
You didn’t want your voice to reveal that you were upset so you simply stayed quiet. Just in case this was the last time you ever saw him you wanted to make it a good farewell. You got up on your tiptoes and pressed a soft kiss to the cheek of the mask.
“Thanks for the fun,” you smiled, turned, and began to walk off Eddy’s property.
He called to you, “Stay safe out there toots! You never know what kind of weirdos you’ll find.”
You laughed as you walked away. You made sure to pick up your backpack on the way to your car. After cleaning up all the blood and cum you were covered in, you changed clothes and plopped down in bed once you got home, too tired for anything else. You were falling asleep seconds after your body hit the mattress. Meanwhile, Ghostface’s fun for the night had just started. He readied his knife before he headed towards Eddy’s back door. He couldn’t wait to plunge his blade into that sorry excuse for a man. He would lay low for a little while after, but soon he’d need to find a new victim. Luckily for him he just so happened to have the perfect girl in mind already.