• STALKER!TOJI FUSHIGURO X F!READER

• Day 4 of Kinktober: Knifeplay.

• SUMMARY: Thinking you're just opening up the door to some kid who's trick-or-treating, you instead open it up to a fully-grown man in a Scream costume.

• CW: Stalker!Toji, DUB-CON, knifeplay, penetrative sex.

• WC: 2.1k

MDNI! 18+ ONLY!

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Ding dong.

You groan, feeling annoyed while you turn your head to look at the clock.

It's eight o'clock. Trick-or-treaters are supposed to be home, now.

You hang your head, and with a pivot of your heel, you turn to head back to the front door. You grab the bowl of candy that sits on a pedestal in the entryway, and you put it on your hip while your hand grips the door handle.

You twist the knob, and, slowly, you pull the door open.

"It's eight, now, aren't you supposed to be..." Your words trail off once you're met with the sight in front of you.

Instead of a small child, or an annoyingly over-grown teenager, you're met with a hulking shadow: a man, tall and wide dressed in a Scream outfit that drapes over him like a black curtain, and the Ghostface mask hides his countenance. It's almost eerie.

"I uh..." You clear your throat, and you put the candy bowl back onto its pedestal. "...can I help you?"

Your words are meek, and as you look up at the man is front of you, you could almost tell that he was smirking underneath the mask.

"Trick-or-treat."

His voice is deep, and it makes your hair on your arms raise. He holds out a bag full of candy to you, and your eyebrows raise.

"O-Oh." You turn your back to him and you reach out to grab the bowl of candy, but, before you can think, you hear a heavy thud which makes you whip your head towards the sound. The big bag of candy had dropped to the floor, and the man had shoved his way into your home, pushing past your doorframe.

"Trick-or-treat."

Slam!

You jump, and immediately feel a shockwave of cold wash over you, entrapping your body in what feels like a block of ice as you see the door slams behind you, with the hulking man walking in.

Slowly, he approaches you, with heavy boots thudding against the wooden floors, until he pushes you up against the wall in the entryway to your home, trapping you beneath his broad body.

He leans down, and you can feel the plastic of his mask scrape against your ear, and you hear him whiff.

"Finally..." He groans, and slowly he begins to press himself against you, his lower-half meets yours and you let out a whimper.

You're shaking, practically quivering like a scared puppy in the night, abandoned and left to fend for itself under the scary shadows of the darkness.

"I've been waiting... for so, long," he moans into your ear and he presses his lower-half up against you again. You gasp when you feel a raging boner.

"P-Please... p-please, d-don't..." You stutter out, but the man rumbles a low chuckle.

"Oh, your sweet, sweet begging sounds as good as I thought it would be..." He grumbles and he leans in and pushes his mask up just barely so you can see his lips, and his strong features of his jaw.

Your legs quiver and you whimper again, and your hands grip onto the wall, searching for anything to hold onto.

"P-Please... no!" You beg louder, desperate for this man to hear you, but your pleading sounds of desperation fall onto deaf ears.

He continues his onslaught as he starts to kiss onto your neck, leaving small marks onto your skin as he begins to suck and pull with his teeth.

Whining, you try and pull your head to the side to escape his sudden marks, but, he quickly stops you by placing a large, gloved hand around your neck, preventing you from moving, making you gasp as air is suddenly swept away from you.

"Stop movin' so much, damn," he hisses under his breath, and then quickly puts his teeth back into your neck.

You go to protest, but, before you can, you suddenly see him reach into the sleeve of his robe, where he slowly digs around for something. He grunts when he finds it, and when he pulls it out, you're shocked.

A knife.

Shiny and untouched, with a heavy, thick, black, blunt handle.

"W-What-"

"Shh, shh..." the man coos, and he pulls away from your neck. He moves his head so he's facing you now, once again, and you see the scar twitch on his lips as a slow smirk creeps upon his expression.

You whimper.

"It's okay, sweetheart," he murmurs, and he removes the gloved hand from around your throat. " 'M just takin' ya clothes off, see?"

He grips the knife handle firmly between a fist, and, pinning you down with his other hand, he slowly drags the edge of the blade across your stomach until it lands on the hem of your shirt.

Your breath hitches and your eyes widen as you feel something stir between your legs.

Panic rises in you when you realize that you're enjoying this.

You're enjoying being taken advantage of, and toyed with as you watch him drag the knife along the hem of your shirt.

You let out a shaky breath when you feel the cold metal meet your skin, and your legs press together out of habit, making him come to a halt.

He looks up at you; black eyes of the mask meet yours.

"You likin' this?" He asks, bluntly, and you swallow thickly. You want to answer no, and shake your head and beg for him to stop, but the sudden cool feeling of the knife brisking over your skin made you want otherwise.

"I..." You can't even bring yourself to answer the truth, so you nod your head.

Slowly, a grin crawls onto his lips, and he lets out a hearty chuckle.

"Ahh... knew ya'd like this kinky shit. I imaged ya would... always thought a good lookin' girl like you would like this..." He murmurs, and he leans back into your neck and resumes leaving marks onto your skin.

You lean your head back against the wall and finally you accept this as you let out a soft moan.

He hums against your skin, and he twists the knife, ripping the hem of your shirt. He drags it up, ripping the fabric in half, and lets it fall off of your body.

"Fuck... your moans... make me so hard..." He murmurs and he moves his face back in front of you again. Those black eyes meet yours once more.

"You gonna be good 'n still for me if I let you go?" He tilts his head, and, feeling like a puppy dog once more under his mysterious gaze, you nod.

"Y-Yes, Mr. Ghostface," you reply, meekly, and he chuckles darkly.

"Toji, sweetheart," he corrects you and he places the knife under your chin, humming with delight when he sees you squeeze your legs together again.

"R-Right... Toji..."

He nods and he removes his hands from you and then he slowly moves them to your pants. He takes his knife and puts the blade inside your jeans, and slowly begins to rip the fabric down the middle seam.

You gasp with each tear, only whimpering as you feel the cool metal brushing against your skin. It sets a fire within you, one of need, slowly kindling it's way to your heated core.

Your hands needily grasp at the wall behind you, searching, looking for something to hold onto while you shiver underneath the knife, but fail, so you resort to biting your lip to restrain the climbing anticipation.

The knife feeds the anticipation when you feel it cut through your panties, splitting them in half, just as the knife did with your jeans. The fabric of your clothes fall to the floor, leaving you bare and needy.

You whine, looking at the floor then back up at the masked man who's smirk remains untouched.

Your gaze goes back to the knife in his hand and you swallow thickly as you watch it, following it carefully as it ghosts over your skin, leaving you resorting to soft, needy whimpers.

You gasp as you feel the back of the blade glide over your skin. The coolness leaves goosebumps in their wake. It glides over your stomach, making it cave in and out as you react to the cool curve of the knife, and then it glides down to your pelvis, leaving you to your own devices as you bite your lip even more, whimpering in anticipation.

Then, it glides down, the blunt back of the blade moves between your folds, making you gasp. You grip Toji's arm in retaliation but he hushes you.

"Toji-!"

"Shh... don't worry, doll. Not gonna hurt you... I've finally got you where I want you, and you think that that's what I'm gonna do? Naw. I need this pussy all pretty 'n nice for me. Ima be careful, sweetheart."

It's thrilling, how the blade moves between your pussy. You think that any second now he's going to turn the blade over-despite his words-and cut you, but, he doesn't, which makes it so enticing.

You whine, wanting to squirm but you stay still under the blade's touch. Toji notices this, making his smirk only grow. He lets out a low chuckle and he finally removes the blade from your pussy. He brings it up to his face. You can tell he's looking at it, as it's covered in your slick, from underneath the mask. He hums and brings it to his lips and tastes it, groaning at how good it tastes.

"Fuck... just like I imagined," he grunts, and he brings his hands down and begins to unbuckle his belt. He fumbles for a minute, until he finally lets his pants fall down around his ankles, soon followed by his underwear.

When he reveals himself, you're aghast. He huge-thick and sturdy, and long-and he's dripping with precum.

You swallow thickly.

Then, slowly, he brings his cock to the entrance of your pussy. He takes one of your legs and hoists it around his waist, grunting, until finally, he presses the big tip into your pussy, where he lets out a groan.

You moan in response, feeling the tip kiss into your pussy, just barely pushing in. He huffs and, in one swift movement, he hoists up your other leg and places it around his waist, and his large meaty hands grip your thighs, and, with another quick movement, he thrusts in.

"Toji!" You shout, and your hands fly to his hair and you grip it, feeling his cock suddenly swell within you, filling you up so that your walls cling to him in a vice grip.

He grits his teeth and groans, burying his face into your neck, leaving the plastic on the mask pressing against your cheek. "Shuddup. Goddamn, holy fuck, you're so tight," he mutters quickly in a single breath, huffing. "Love it-ya feel s'good."

He pulls back his hips, and, wham!

Another single thrust that leaves his cock pressing up against your pussy. You whine loudly in response, and, then, without warning, he does it again.

And again.

And again.

Until he starts building a rhythm, where he constantly is slamming into you, roughly, stretching you out with no warnings. Only grunts, groans, and curses are expelled from Toji, and you moan loudly, clawing at his back as you feel him all around.

"Toji! Toji!" You moan, crying at this point from how good it feels to have his cock pushing in and out of you, scraping against your insides from how big he is.

"That's right, say my name, doll, say it. Say it like you're mine," he grits through his teeth, nearly growling in your ear.

"Toji!" You shout again, louder than the last few.

His cock feels so good as it bullies into you, making you dumb on his cock. You become boneless, and one with the wall as you melt into it, feeling so numb because of his good this stranger's cock is.

It continues to bully into you, hitting that oh-so delicious spot over, and over again that makes you-

"Oh, oh, oh!"

-cum.

You shake, and shiver, and your legs clamp around the stranger as you cum, and soon afterwards, you feel a familiar warmth fill you as Toji suddenly spills his seed without warning.

"Fuck, you were grippin' me so tight..." He groans into your ear, and huffs, becoming out of breath as he suddenly lets you go, dropping you to the ground.

A triumphant grin is plastered onto his face and plants his hands on his hips as he catches his breath.

"Bet ya that's the only treat ya got for Halloween, huh?"