#Shoutout to my Ghostfaces

[bisexual-horror-fan]

Do you have any random headcanons for your favorite ghostfaces/slashers?

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Billy Loomis refuses to be honest about just how much he loves a good vampire movie, something about the bloodthirsty classic monster does it for him. He would totally wear a vampire costume for Halloween one year but would downplay it. (Stu Macher loves werewolves, surprisingly literally no one.)

If Stu Macher were to go to college, you know if the plan went as it should have, I could see him taking a photography course and getting super into it. (I would write about this if I ever wrote a sequel to Two Boys Are Better Than One.)

Mickey Altieri reads constantly. You go to this apartment, and you would find a ton of tapes sure, but he will also have stacks of books, novels, an absurd amount of bookmarks. He always has the max amount of books out possible and is almost always late bringing them back, not because he can't read them in time, but because he is lazy about bringing them back.

Ethan Landry has the same birthday cake for his birthday, every single year, and it is a classic vanilla funfetti cake, with homemade fluffy white icing, sugar sprinkles and topped with those sweet candy glazed strawberries. He loves it, he likes other cakes sure, but it is a comfort and all he wants on his birthday.

Jason Carvey loves rom coms, like Meg Ryan at the height of her powers rom coms, he tells exactly no one about this. Nancy Myers makes his favorites.

DBD Ghostface/Danny Johnson is weirdly into those stories of people who go urban exploring or caving or camping in the woods and get hopelessly lost and go missing permanently (he likes to write out what might have happened to them) or the ones where they do die and are found later on. He loves the helpless nature of it, as well as enjoying the fact these people went into these situations willingly and got themselves in trouble to this degree, ultimately losing everything.

[dishdogs]

I love the idea that Billys favorite movie is Carrie but i think it was Stu’s first. Like he was all over carrie, He read the book first and its the only book he actually enjoys reading and he saw the movie before billy (who thought it was a stupid movie abt a girl w/ super powers even though he generally enjoys SK) and made stu watch it by himself and eventually stu made him watch it and even though he hates admitting he was wrong he finished the movie in tears with a new favorite

[bugbrains]

being a horror fan when i had long hair: horrible. awful. constantly hit on and quizzed as if i was lying

being a horror fan after i impulsively gave myself the billy loomis cut: peaceful. beautiful. no one will talk to me except other queers and men with daddy issues who look a little scared to make eye contact with me because they think they’ll get medusa’d

[i-eat-your-pancakes-art]

SLASHSTREET'S BACK

ALRIGHT

HAPPY SPOOKY DAY!!!

[goofily-moved]

kinda wanna make a ghostface oc….

[syluscore]

Everybody's Gotta Die Sometime

~step brother Ghostface! Leon Kennedy x fem! Reader~

happy halloween to my ghostface leon fuckers. and to hopefully my new ghostface leon fucker recruits. <3 (shoutout to @lipglossanon for making me discover my love of stepcest. and shoutout to @delusionalbunni for requesting this. and everyone in the discord server for giving me ideas constantly)

Word count: 5419

Content warnings: DEAD DOVE DON'T FUCKING EAT IT, dubcon, noncon, dom leon, stepcest, kidnapping, drugging, bodily harm, wounds, cuts, blood, knife usage, serial killer, murders, stalking, pervert leon, discusses scenes from Scream, pet names, degradation, praise, dry humping, aggressive sex, finger sucking, slapping, ass slapping, daddy kink, baby trapping, forced impregnation, talk of body changes, talk of lactation, spitting, blood eating, BREEDING KINK, p in v sex, unprotected sex, creampie, and more dirty talk then you'll know what to do with

!!!!!!!MINORS DNI! GHOSTKENNEDY IS STRICTLY 18+!!!!!!!!

“Run, my pretty bunny,” he whispers in your ear before pushing you down into the mud. A yelp of pain escapes from your throat as you connect with the unforgiving ground. Blood is already running down your chest from where he cut you just moments ago. A little slice to show you just how serious he was. And if it weren’t for the adrenaline coursing through your veins, you’re sure it’d hurt like a bitch.

“By time I count to twenty, you better be out of my fucking sight.” 

You push yourself up with all the strength you can muster and force yourself to move forward as he starts counting behind you. The drugs are still flowing through you, making your blood feel thick like honey. Your brain is enveloped in a dense fog that has you disorientated as you weave through the heavily wooded forest.

You know you don’t stand a chance; of course you don’t. But he wants to play this stupid game of cat and mouse, so you’ll play along; it’s probably the only way you’ll make it out of this alive. 

Your legs are unsteady as you traverse the uneven terrain, using tree branches to keep yourself up on your feet. 

Why you of all people? 

The Ghostface copy-cat killer has been terrorizing this small town for months now and you’d never heard of him taking any of his victims to the woods to play “chase.” His murders have always been quick, spontaneous, and brutal. There had never been mentions of a second location. 

You must be one lucky girl. 

You remember walking home from work. Sure, it was late at night so it was pretty dark, but you didn’t have any other choice. Your boss asked you to stay late, and if you had any hope of being brought on full time, you couldn’t say no.

So you said yes and before you could make it home, someone was grabbing you from behind and holding a towel up over your nose and mouth. Then everything went black.

And then you woke up, tied up in the woods with a bag over your head. The bag was quickly yanked off and the first thing you saw was that fucking mask. The Ghostface mask. 

You tried to fight him as best as you could, but you were far too weak, and he was far too strong. You never really stood a chance. You pleaded with him, begged him to let you go, but you were only met with anger. 

You knew you were poking the bear when you told him he wouldn’t actually do anything. And when he sliced you open across your chest with his blade, you only really had yourself to blame. And when he told you to run, that he wanted to play with you, you weren’t in any position to fight him on it.

So now you’re running through the dark wooded area. You don’t have a fucking clue where you are, you don’t know where you’re headed, you don’t have a plan, and possibly the worst part? You don’t know where he is. You somehow preferred being in that small clearing with him taunting and tormenting you than being out here amongst the trees all alone, every little sound making you jump out of your skin.

How long have you been running through the woods? Time seems to be passing by so slowly as you put forth your best effort. You’re leaned up against a tree, clinging to the bark to keep from completely toppling over. You’re so lightheaded, your head spinning, you don’t know which way is up and which way is down as the world spins around you.

Your lungs ache from the overexertion, the only things you can focus on being the sound of your heart beat pounding in your ears and fighting back the vomit threatening to spill from your throat. 

Your eyes roll into the back of your head, your arms too weak to keep hanging onto the tree. You feel yourself falling backwards, feel yourself fainting and not being able to do anything to stop it. 

Before your body can connect with the ground, arms are wrapping around you just like they had before you passed out the first time. You groan out in pain as you’re laid gently on the forest floor.

Your head is still spinning, your eyes unable to focus as you hear a distant voice talking to you.

You slowly come back to yourself and when you do, you realize you’re looking up at Ghostface himself.

“Are you okay? Can you hear me?” He questions you. You try to answer him, but your words die in your throat. You’re still feeling too weak to even speak.

You look up at the moonlight breaking through the trees above you, thinking about how pretty of a view you get to witness while dying. You guess if you did have to choose, this is the sight you’d choose to experience while your body slowly gives up on itself.

You’re pulled from your thoughts when hands grasp your face firmly and pull you to look ahead of you. It takes a minute for you to fully process that Ghostface no longer has his mask on. And you’re sure you’ve died or are hallucinating as death pulls you under when you see the killer’s real face. And it’s not just any face, because that would be too simple. No, it’s one you recognize and one you recognize well.

You choke out words, them barely coming out above a whisper, “Leon? Is that you?”

His cocky, shit eating grin takes over his entire face. You don’t need him to respond anymore. That look is undeniably and so certainly Leon fucking Kennedy.

“In the flesh, baby sis,” he rubs his thumb across your cheek. 

“Are you- you’re Ghostface? Like, the Ghostface?” You’re trying to process what’s happening, but it’s so fucking unreal. There has to be some other explanation. 

“You’ve always been such a stupid girl.” He shakes his head as he fights back a smirk. “You never connected the dots? Never pieced it together for yourself?”

You stare up at him, giving up fighting your tears.

“What do you mean?”

“It’s you. All the random murders? Oh baby. They weren’t random,” he laughs with a look of disbelief on his face. “Let’s see. Your boyfriend? Couldn’t have him thinking what’s mine belongs to him. That girl that used to live in our neighborhood? She was always such a bitch to you.”

You search his face for any signs of what he’s getting at, but you don’t find any answers. “I don’t understand.”

“How about that barista who always had an attitude with you? Your old manager who made you uncomfortable and didn’t give a shit?”

All you can do is stare up at him. What does your old boss have to do with this? And what barista is he talking about? They’re all bitchy at the coffee shop near your place. If someone was ever nice to you there, you’d be worried about what’s wrong with the world.

“Oh! I know what’ll make you a happy little bunny! Any guesses?”

“I don’t suppose it’s you changing your mind and letting me go?”

Leon bursts out laughing at your response, “You’re so silly. No, baby. I found the lady who did that hit and run on your car. She was drunk off her ass that day and the day I found her. It amazes me how the police could never find her, yet it only took me two days. Now they’ll really never find her.”

He brings his face down to yours, until he’s barely a few inches away from you.

“You killed them?”

“Every one of them.”

“And what about the others?”

He reaches up and brushes a strand of hair out of your face. “Some were for practice, some were for fun.” He shrugs as if he isn’t admitting to a bunch of murders. “But if they were an inconvenience to us, they had to go.”

“None of them had to die, Leon.”

“Everybody dies, bunny. Better to be by my hand than some flesh eating disease, right?” The hand not caressing your face starts to slowly roam your body, his fingers gently running down your side. 

“Please let me go. You don’t have to do this.”

You try to shake yourself beneath him, but he’s using all of his weight to pin you to the cold, muddy ground.

“Big brother just wants to take care of his little sis,” Leon coos at you, his fringe sticking to his forehead as the blood there slowly dries.

“You’re not my fucking brother, Leon. We haven’t seen each other since we were kids.” Your voice is mean, a complete contrast from the way you look. Covered in mud, tears, sweat, and blood. You can taste it on your lips.

He laughs down at you. “We haven’t? Baby. I see you all the time. I see you behind the counter at work. I see you at the grocery store when you need to pick up some milk and bread. I see you when you check your pockets for your wallet and keys before you go in the back door of your house.” He drags his knife down your neck, hard enough to sting but gentle enough to not break the skin. “I see you with your fingers buried deep in that tight cunt when you think no one is watching. I don’t just see it either, I hear it. I hear how loud and needy you are. It’s as if you’re subconsciously begging for big brother’s cock. Calling out for me to stuff this little pussy full, breed that tight hole until you can’t take it anymore. I see you everywhere you go baby, even in the privacy of your own bedroom.”

You can’t formulate a response, so you just stare up at him dumbfounded. You hope he’s bluffing–he has to be bluffing.

“So maybe you haven’t seen me since we were kids, but I see you all the time, sweet baby sis.”

“You’re lying. Anybody could say that vague shit.” You give him a dirty look as he presses the blade harshly against your skin. You hiss out at the stinging pain and cringe as you feel your warm blood ooze from the fresh wound.

“Oh? You don’t believe me?” You shake your head, further cutting yourself on the knife, yelping before stilling yourself once again. Quickly trying to correct your mistake.

“Hmm, let’s see,” he shifts his eyes as if deep in thought. “What about that step brother porn you’re always watching? Oh step bro, we can’t do this. Mom and Dad will catch us!” Your face heats at his words. “Or maybe when you shoved your hand in your panties while watching Scream? You came how many times? Do you remember, baby sis?”

You stumble over your words. “I-, um, well, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You give him a stern look, trying to emphasize your seriousness, but it’s useless.

His hand quickly wraps around your throat and squeezes. You struggle beneath him as your air is cut off, but he only squeezes tighter. 

“Stay. Still!” He screams right in your face and you freeze in fear. You hold yourself as still as possible despite not being able to breathe.

“Remember when you came when Tatum got stuck in the garage door? Or maybe when Billy revealed he was Ghostface? Or when Billy and Stu were stabbing each other?”

“No,” you squeak out, barely able to speak with your constricted airway. 

He squeezes even tighter, your face is on fire as you gasp and whine for air.

“Don’t fucking lie to me, you fucking brat.” He shakes your whole body with just the grip on your throat. “You gonna tell me the truth?” He yells out as your vision starts to blur from lack of oxygen.

He loosens his grip enough to allow some air to enter your lungs. “Tell me, god dammit!”

“Okay!” You choke out and he releases your throat. You desperately suck in air and cough from the ache in your throat. “Okay. It’s true, okay?”

“What’s true? Use your words, princess.”

“I fucking touched myself while watching a Ghostface movie! Is that what you wanted to hear? Wanted to hear me admit it even though you fucking saw it! I got off watching it, okay?”

More tears stream down your face, shame filling you after your confession. Speaking the words out loud makes it all the more real, all the more embarrassing.

How the fuck did you end up here? Exhausted in the mud beneath your ex step brother?

He sits back on his haunches and picks the mask up off the ground, quickly slipping it back on and adjusting it back into place. When his hand falls back to his side, you notice the blood smears left behind on his white mask. Your blood stains it. 

“See something you like, princess?” Leon quirks his head to the side, his voice teasing. Your face immediately heats up from being caught staring. You hadn’t meant to be staring so long.

You avert your eyes, looking off into the trees and avoiding his mask completely. 

“Why do you think I wear this fucking mask?” He spits out, aggressively grabbing your chin and making you look right into the empty eyes of the mask.

You whimper out and shake your head no. He lessens his grip on your chin in favor of running his thumb softly over your cheek. 

“Oh, baby. It’s all for you. Don’t you see it? I killed them all for you, I chose this mask because it gets you all wet, and now?” He chuckles and brings his mouth up to your ear. He whispers as if he’s divulging you in some deep, dark secret, “Now, I’m gonna fuck you while wearing this mask. And you’re gonna fucking love it.”

Your jaw drops as your eyes nearly bulge out of your head. “Wha-what? No.”

“I wasn’t asking.”

He grinds his pelvis into your abdomen and that’s when you feel it. His hard cock pushes against you and it solidifies his claim. He’s really going to fuck you.

And you want to be disgusted, you want to scream and push him off, but you don’t say a word as you clench your thighs together. You had been so caught up in the chase, so caught up in putting up a fight that you didn’t stop and realize how fucking wet you are.

You cringe at the throbbing in your cunt. Your panties and thighs are soaked, you’re sure you’ve soaked all the way through your pants as well.

You want to explain it off. It’s just an adrenaline response, it’s out of your control. But as he continues to grind into you, you find your hips raising up and meeting his rhythm. Your lip is bleeding from how harshly you’re biting it, your hands curled into clenched fists.

“There she is. There’s my dirty fucking bunny. Knew you wouldn’t be able to help yourself, knew you needed your big brother’s cock.”

You whine at his words, his clothed crotch grinding into yours causing your panties to dig into your throbbing clit. The friction is so good, it has sweat beading down your back, but it just isn’t fucking enough. Not nearly enough.

“Leon,” your voice is high pitched and whiny. You lift your hands from beneath his thighs and reach out to cling to him, but he’s quick to grab your wrists in one of his hands and pin them above your head.

“None of that, baby sis. Use your words for me. What do you want?”

“Please,” you both continue rolling your hips together, finding an achingly perfect rhythm. If he keeps this up, keeps grinding into that spot that’s just right over and over, you’re gonna cum just like this. 

He grinds into your clit particularly hard and it has your eyes rolling back, a pathetic moan falling from your lips and echoing out in the empty woods surrounding you.

“Please what, princess? If I don’t know what you want I can’t give it to you. And I’ll stop right now.”

“No!”

“Then use your fucking words, you dumb bunny,” He spits at you angrily. His muffled voice through the Ghostface mask sounds like sex itself. He could say anything to you right now and it would have you drooling for him.

“Wanna cum,” you whine out, toes curling in your shoes.

He slows his hips, just barely continuing to grind into you. “Not enough.”

“Jesus fucking Christ, I want you to fuck me. Please, fuck me. I need you inside of me.”

“See? Not so hard is it? You want big brothers cock stuffing this slutty pussy full?

You arch your back, pushing your body up into his in desperation. “Yes. Please, fuck. Need your cock.”

“Who’s cock?”

“Yours?” 

“Nu uh, not good enough.”

You whine out, kicking your feet in frustration. “Big brother’s cock. I need my big brother’s cock inside of me. I wanna feel it.”

He sits back on his haunches, releasing your hands from his grasp. His hands go down to start undoing his belt as you reach out and palm his cock through his black jeans.

You gasp as you feel how fucking big he is.

Leon clicks his tongue as he releases his belt and slowly starts working the zipper on his jeans down, “What? Not what you were expecting?”

You whimper at his cocky tone, unable to speak. The only thing you can focus on is getting his cock inside of you.

“Need your big brother to fill you up with his big cock?”

“Yes. Please,” you whine as you wiggle beneath him. You can’t make yourself stay still, your body thrashes with need. 

His pants are undone, barely hanging onto his hips when he releases your legs and pulls you up into a sitting position. He grabs your shirt and quickly pulls it over your head, tossing it off to the side haphazardly. He doesn’t even bother pulling your leggings off, grabbing the crotch and tearing it open.

“Hands and knees,” he instructs you and you immediately comply, rolling over and pushing your ass up in the air for him.

He groans at the sight of your lace panties clinging to your pussy, your arousal working as a glue. He tears your leggings further, not stopping until your whole ass is exposed for him.

He runs his fingers over your panty clad pussy and it has you pressing yourself back into his touch. He makes a sound of disapproval before a loud smack rings out, followed by a sharp stinging pain in your ass cheek. 

He presses his chest into your back, bringing his mouth down to your ear. “Such an impatient slut,” he growls as he grinds his bare cock against you. 

You go to turn your head to look back at him, but his hand is quick to grab your face and force you to look forward, before his hand roughly covers your mouth.

“Stay fucking still,” he hisses out at you, causing all of your muscles to freeze up in fear. The tone of his voice sends shivers down your spine. Part of you hates it, but another part, a much bigger part, loves it and has your pussy clenching around nothing. 

“That’s it. Stay still like a good fuck bunny for your big brother.”

You feel him pull your panties away from your pussy and bunch them up and out of the way, before his fingers lightly graze around your needy hole. 

“So fucking wet. And you tried saying you didn’t want this,” he chuckles directly into your ear, sounding like pure sex to you. He releases your mouth and instead pushes your face to the ground and holds the back of your neck instead. 

His free hand leaves where he was teasing your hole, surprising you when he grabs one of your hands and brings it back to your wet cunt.

“Feel how fucking wet you are.” He pushes your fingers up against your soaked clit and your legs quiver at the sudden stimulation. “Feel that, bunny? Feel what your big brother did to you?”

You moan out as he continues rubbing your fingers into your clit.

“Yes,” your voice comes out whiny, “Big brother gets my pussy so wet.”

“Good girl. Should I give you what you want? Want me to shove my cock in my little sister’s pussy?” 

You push your ass back against his groin again. “Yes, your little sister needs her pussy bred.”

He pulls your hand from your clit and brings your wet fingers up to your mouth. “Here. Open up and tell me how this slutty pussy tastes.” 

You’ve barely opened your mouth before he’s pushing his fingers down against your tongue, causing you to eagerly lick and suck them clean. 

“That’s it, taste this sweet fucking pussy for me. Such a good slut, huh? Nothing but a fuck bunny for me,” he shoves his fingers to the back of your throat, forcing you to fight your gag reflex while tears slip from your eyes.

You choke around his fingers and he quickly pulls them from your throat.

“You like tasting your own slutty pussy?”

You can’t stop the moan that slips past your lips, “Yes. I love it.”

“You love what? Come on, baby. Use your words so I can reward you.”

Another harsh slap to your ass has you yelping out, “I love tasting my own pussy. Love when big brother makes me taste myself.”

You crane your neck to look back at Leon and he lets you look at him. Mask still in place, t-shirt bunched up above his belly, his pants and boxers pushed down his thighs. 

His cock is right against your needy hole. Just one small movement of his hips and you could finally feel him inside of you.

“There you go. Watch as big brother spreads you open on his cock.”

And then he slowly pushes forward and you look into his mask as you finally feel him inside of you. 

Your pussy is immediately clenching around him. Weak little moans continuously falling from your lips as he pushes in further and further. 

“Such a tight pussy, fuck.” He praises as he bottoms out and holds his dick inside of you. “You were made to take big brother’s cock. Look so fucking perfect like this.”

You whimper softly into the ground at his words, staying still and willing yourself to adjust to his massive dick. You feel split in half already and he hasn’t even started fucking you yet.

His hand runs up and down your back, along your spine gently. “That’s it, you got this, pretty bunny. Gonna bread this tight cunt, ruin you for anyone else.”

“Pl-please,” you whined out, “Please fuck me. I want it so bad. Big brother, please-”

You can’t even finish begging before he’s pulling out and roughly shoving his cock back into you.

“Oh my god,” your voice comes out in a tone you don’t even recognize as your own. “Yes, yes, yes, please. Oh fuck.”

He roughly grips your hip as he effortlessly thrusts in and out of your soaking wet pussy. 

“You like that, baby sis? Already going dumb on my cock and I haven’t even properly started fucking you yet. Such a pathetic little whore, my pathetic little whore. Taking my cock so fucking well.”

Your eyes roll into the back of your head as he slowly starts to pick up the pace of his thrusts. 

“All yours. Your whore,” you aren’t able to finish your statement before he starts aggressively fucking his cock into you. The only sounds leaving your mouth are broken gasps. The pleasure is too intense for you to make any other noise, mouth stuck open on a silent moan.

He moves his hand from the back of your throat, instead grabbing a handful of your hair harshly and yanking you back until your head is against his shoulder. The moan you release is nothing short of pornographic at the pain in your scalp.

He chuckles before speaking right against your ear, “Fucking take it, you stupid whore. Dumb little sis likes it rough. I’ll fucking give it to you just like you want it. Gonna fucking break you.”

“Oh fuck yes, daddy,” you don’t even register the words you’ve said until Leon let’s out a loud moan.

“Daddy? You dirty little girl. Want daddy to breed you? Need daddy to take care of you?”

“Yes. God, yes.” You’re too far gone in a pleasure filled haze to be embarrassed about calling him daddy. Fuck, you’d call him anything he asks right now.

“Gonna let daddy put a baby in you? Keep you tied to me forever.” He’s practically growling in your ear at this point, so worked up over you calling him daddy. “Gonna swell up with my baby and everyone will know how good I fuck you.”

“No, daddy, we can’t,” you try to reason with him through your brain fog.

He laughs loudly in your ear. “But I can, and I will. God, your boobs are gonna fucking leak all over. Gonna fucking suck those milky tits dry.”

You can’t stop yourself from clenching around his dick at his filthy words.

“Ugh, knew you’d like that. Gonna be tied to daddy forever. You’ll never fucking escape me. Gonna keep this pussy stuffed, gonna make you pop out all my babies. Gonna fucking show you how much of a daddy I am, baby.”

He quickly pulls out of you making you whine out in disappointment. But it doesn’t last long, as he throws you on your back. He wraps your thighs around his hips and shoves his dick back inside of you. 

He goes back to his unforgiving pace and all you can do is stare up into the Ghostface mask, which only intensifies your pleasure.

Your hands trail up his chest until you’re gripping the back of his neck and pulling him closer into you. You go back and forth between staring into the mask and squeezing your eyes shut.

You don’t know what comes over you, but you're desperate for skin to skin contact. So you grab the hem of his shirt and yank it over his head, but in the process, you pull his mask off with it. 

Then it’s just you and Leon staring right at each other’s faces. Sweat pours from his forehead, his mouth slightly agape as he pants from the exertion, and his eyes blown wide with lust. He looks like an absolute madman, but you suppose that’s because he is.

You wrap your arms around his neck and pull yourself up into his body. Your chest presses into his as you connect your lips with his. One of his arms wraps around your lower back while he uses his other arm to hold you two up. He thrusts, never once slowing.

The kiss is sloppy. Your tongues immediately come together and explore each other completely. Spit drips down your chin as you moan into the kiss.

He bites your lip, you bite his. He sucks on your tongue, you suck on his. He sucks your lips until they ache, and you suck his lips with everything you have.

You finally break the kiss, but keep your foreheads pressed together. 

Leon pushes your bodies down, your back connecting harshly to the cold ground. He grabs your calves and brings your ankles to his shoulders.

“Oh god, daddy. Yes, fuck, please, fuck, just like that. Please, please, please, daddy, fuck.” You don’t process anything you’re saying. Words just keep falling from your lips as he continuously pounds deeply into you.

“I’m gonna fucking fill you up, baby sis. And you’re gonna take all of it. God, gonna breed my baby sister’s tight pussy. Gonna let daddy breed you, baby?”

“Yes, yes, yes, please.” 

He brings his hand down between you two, ru

bbing your clit harshly causing you to cry out loudly at the intensity.

“Who’s gonna breed this pussy? Who’s baby is gonna grow in this fucking belly?”

Your eyes are rolling into the back of your head as your whole body feels more and more wound up, fastly approaching your release.

“Fucking answer me. Who’s breeding this tight cunt? Who’s cock are you gonna cum all over?”

“Yours. Yours, daddy. Gonna, fuck, gonna cream my big brother’s big fucking cock.”

“Yeah, that’s it baby. Tell me how it feels. Tell me how good big brother’s cock is making you feel.” He’s groaning, borderline growling, as he ruthlessly pounds into you.

You force your eyes open, force yourself to look into his eyes. “You daddy. You’re making my slutty pussy feel so fucking good. God, your cock is making my pussy feel so good. Big brother’s cock is making me feel so good. I wanna cum all over it.”

“Come for daddy, then. Cream my fucking cock like the dirty whore you are.” He pulls his hand from your clit so he can hold your thighs up more firmly. “Rub yourself for me. Wanna watch you push yourself over the edge.”

Your hand quickly reaches down, quickly rubbing fast circles on your soaking wet clit. 

“Look at me while you cum on my cock. Be a good whore and look at who’s fucking you like this.”

You bite your lip until you taste blood again. Moaning loudly as you stare up at Leon and rubbing your clit furiously. You’re desperately trying to cum, desperately trying to push yourself over the edge. But no matter how close you feel, you can’t send yourself over the edge.

Until a stinging, blinding pain seers into the back of your thigh and you can’t even process the warm blood pouring from the freshly sliced wound before you’re cumming. Cumming harder than you ever have in your life. Not one inch of your body isn’t shaking, not one part of you not exploding with intense pleasure.

You’re screaming, your throat burning from the strain. You have to force yourself to stop as the overstimulation sets in.

“Dad, daddy, please. Fuck, I can’t take it anymore.” You’re practically sobbing now, but your request is ignored.

He pushes your ankles off of his shoulders and you immediately lock them behind his back. One of his hands grips your jaw and spits on your cheek.

“You’re gonna fucking take it, fucking whore.” His other hand runs down the middle of your chest, coating it in fresh blood. You look down and see your dry blood combining with the new blood, staining nearly your whole chest red.

A sharp slap meets your cheek. Your cheek burns and your ear rings from the sheer force of the hit. Before you can even yelp out in pain, his blood soaked fingers are being shoved into your mouth and you’re immediately hit with the copper taste.

“I’m cumming, fuck. Breeding baby sister’s greedy fucking hole. Take it, you stupid slut. Fucking take it, fuck.” His thrusts slow, but are just as hard as he cums deep inside of you. 

You’re too distracted sucking his fingers clean to register what the stinging pain in your abdomen is. 

Leon groans and moans above you as he comes down from his high. He finally looks back down at your face and can’t stop himself from smiling at the blood and dirt all over your body. He could eat you alive right now, and he just might.

He slowly pulls his spent cock out of you, causing you to whimper at the sudden emptiness and the feeling of his cum steadily dripping from your abused hole.

He sits back on his haunches and lets out a throaty laugh. “Would you look at that,” You follow the direction of his eyes down to your abdomen where you see blood pooling. He quickly picks up his discarded shirt and wipes away the excess blood, causing you to hiss out in pain. 

But he finally uncovers his handiwork for you to see in all its glory. And you gasp out in shock at the sight of it.

Carved into your skin are messily drawn letters. L.S.K. 

“See? You’ll never forget who you fucking belong to now.”

~masterlist~

[chososcamgirl]

(SHE’S) JUST A PHASE: TRICK OR TREAT!

masterlist

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happy halloween! this is not an actual chapter unfortunately, so those who got their hopes up at an early release i’m SORRY 😓 however i consider it more fun! this is what each chapter from the sjap universe would wear on halloween🙂‍↕️ consider it 14.5! i hope you enjoy this as much as i did making it. also shoutout to my babygirl ree for helping me with these. I LOVE YOU BAD! <3

megumi fushiguro as BILLY LOOMIS

“ghostface? nah too basic” the raven states broadly.

sure scream was his favourite horror slasher but dressing up ghostface was too overrated, too tacky. he needed to go as someone more niche, someone he knows nobody would dress up as, someone hotter. introducing billy loomis! still the same franchise just a tad bit more creative! (not entirely but we’ll give him pity points) but man did that he look hot. the fake blood dripping down was the cherry on top. seeing his hair not entirely gelled up for the first time the guys realised he looked like his dad. like a lot

“no shit, we’re related” he said in front of the bathroom mirror as he wets his hair for the 3rd time, trying to perfect his look.

toge rolled his eyes, chewing on his toothpick

“ya know megumi you should’ve just went as ghostface, atleast no one would look at that makeshift shitty hair of yours” toge sneered

megumi turns around, hair soaked as he goes into punch the platinum blonde but misses as the water drips down his face into eyes as he stumbles back into the counter.

“woah slow down, the only person you��re gonna kill is yourself at this rate” yuta quips as he walks in to see what the commotion was going on in the bathroom.

megumi looks at yuta, then back at toge, then back at yuta. his head going side to side frivolously before bursting out laughing.

“what’s so funny?” yuta questioned

“didn’t pin you for the type of guy to dress up as a gay cowboy” he sneers, wiping both tears and the dripping water from his eyes.

toge inumaki & yuta okkotsu as ENNIS & JACK

“what do you mean gay cowboys?” yuta says, slowly turning to toge with an eyebrow raised.

“you mean you seriously never watched brokeback mountain?” megumi asks after recovering from his laugher fit

“am i supposed to?”

he looks at toge who was smirking with that stupid toothpick in his mouth, twirling it around.

“and i thought i was evil” he shakes his head chuckling.

yes, yuta did in fact not know that toge made him dress up as ennis and jack from brokeback mountain (yuta being ennis and toge being jack). in his defence toge did ask if he wanted to go as cowboys for halloween and yuta being yuta obviously said yes. though he did find it suspicious that toge wouldn’t let him pick out just any cowboy costume. he said he had a vision in his head and to just go with it. yuta just thought he was going for a niche version of a cowboy not the version where they’re two bestfriends fucking on top of a mountain. it’s far too late to change their costumes now, so yuta left their condo in what seemed to be “bro-love” going too far. on the other hand toge was EATING it up, strutting the down the streets in the “best costume” (his term) of the night. toge definitely forced yuta to make tiktoks to brokeback mountain audios throughout the night and def went viral LMFAO. poor yuta is embarrassed.

“oh my god, i am mortified” yuta says into his hands after hearing megumi explain the plot of brokeback mountain - he toned it down of course so it wouldn’t kill yuta.

“eh you’ll be fine, it’s not the worst costume in the world”

toge almost caught whiplash by how fast he turned his head. not the worst? what the fuck is that supposed to mean. he knows megumi can’t be talking looking like that.

“you know megumi, with all that blood you could pass as somebody’s diva cup” toge spits at him, obviously hurt.

“did somebody say diva?!”

yuji itadori as ROCKY BALBOA

yes yuji we are talking about you!

this may be fan service for ree… but guys TELL ME YOU DON’T SEE IT ASWELL? i could not find a rocky costume that i thought was fitting but imagine the second picture but with his shirt off🙂‍↕️ yeah…. just thinking thoughts…

yuji would be getting stared at ALL NIGHT and gets asked for tons of pictures in his costume because he looks so damn good. he definitely makes tiktok thirst trap edits because at the end of the day he’s still just a loser trapped in a hot body </3 the guys end up going through a haunted house and yuji actually gets scared and knocks one of the workers out… he blames it on method acting so he doesn’t get the cops called on him and somehow it works? also trust he is flexing his muscles the entire night and challenges literally everybody (mostly girls) to arm wrestle him. his go-to pick up line throughout the night is “if i win i get your number, if you win you get mine” and he winks at them before the countdown. CORNY but it works (i would fold as well sorry)

“yuji stop flexing yours abs for one second it’s gross, you look like a male prostitute” toge groans in disgust as he kicks rocks on the sidewalk”

“the correct term is actually jiggalo, and i think you’re just jealous that i’m hot and cool and you’re just a shitty gay cowboy” yuji replies back through a smile as he waves to everybody who’s pointing at him

“IT’S BROKEBACK MOUNTAIN”

“ooooo is that the name of the new club that opened?”

if you guys want more boxer yuji go read BATTERED N’ BLUE by the lovely @aozui <3

yn as MAXINE MINX

life being the baddest isn’t easy and it especially isn’t easy when it comes to choosing a halloween costume. between wanting to be hot, but also niche, but not too niche! but enough that it surpasses basic, but also fun... did i mention hot? so who better to dress up than someone who fits all the requirements than none other than maxine minx!

yn had this planned months ago. she wanted everything to be perfect down to a T, and she was not the type to pull something last minute out of her ass. she was not going to put on an amazon corset and call it a day. hell, it wasn't even just her, the whole apartment had planned their costumes in june. if serving cunt was a dysfunctional group of roommates it was them. think bodies bodies bodies x scream 6... yeah i would not want to be their enemies if a psycho killer was going around murdering people. and best believe their group pictures are turning out so hot (partly due to the personal photographer they booked before LMFAO) but everyone knows the other part is their well-thought-out costumes.

"oh my god did you really bleach your eyebrows for this" a familiar voice commented at her as she walked into the kitchen.

"the dedication is crazy, but i guess you still look hot."

a smile broke out of her, still focusing on preparing drinks for the party of the century.

"it's just concealer babe", she replies as she looks up from the drink station to where she was met with nobara, who was sitting on the sage love chair in an all too familiar pose.

"no fucking way... are you-?"

nobara kugisaki as CATHERINE TRAMELLE

what’s better than one cover girl? two cover girls!!! or in this case replace cover girl with evil femcel maneater final boss!

the party girls have a tradition of watching a horror/slasher movie each sunday during october, so when nobara said she hasn't watched basic instinct last year, trust it was the first movie they watched on that first sunday.

"ugh, i just know she would of made a bomb fucking costume for halloween", nobara groans.

"too bad you're already going as marie antoinette" panda sighs.

"there's always next year" yn states, clearing up the popcorn on the coffee table.

and next year indeed.

meticulously choosing each article of clothing and hand picking accessories so she could be the emodiment of catherine tramelle. even though she was one glass of red wine away from being mistaken as a housewife of beverly hills, it didn't matter. dressing up as someone so smart, so sinister, so sexy was the principle itself. she didn't care if nobody understood who she was or being asked if she knew it was a halloween party, not a dinner at nobu - she knew she was that fucking girl. but of course, most people knew who she was, even the cute girl standing by the drinks station who was ogling her the entire night and who so badly wanted nobara's number. spoilers: she got it.

"i can't believe you actually stuck with", yn says after managing to close her jaw.

"god you look hot"

nobara smirks at her reaction.

"i wasn't going to let the opportunity slip pass that easily" nobara smirks to herself.

before yn could respond, a loud bang followed by the sound of a door being slammed interrupted her train of thought.

"FUCK!"

both the girls' heads whipped around the find a panicking maki pacing out her room.

"has anyone seen my anastasia lip liner?" she huffs, crossing her arms.

maki zenin as BETTY BOOP

the look, the lips, the hips, the taste… everybody please welcome miss zenin!!!

"no but have you seen an extra pair of panties? i need to change."

i mean this costume was in the works since her hair cut. i mean come on… IT’S PERFECT? maki as betty boop? nah betty boop as maki zenin! uh huh nodding my head right now. an iconic if not the iconic costume in the apartment. maki is not one to typically wear dresses - mostly sticking to jeans, shorts & skirts and the occasional jorts but DRESSES? you’d have to be either jesus or yuta to convince her to put one on let alone a mini dress. and good lord she looked good. yuta almost had a heart attack when she sent him a picture of her costume. yeah it was gonna be a long night for him.

she rolled her eyes at the remark but can’t help the smile that betrays her facade. she looks over to the silhouette standing in the hallway, almost… waiting?

“panda we aren’t playing a theme song just for you to come out just show us your costume already”, maki sighs

he stomps into the living room with a sulk in his step.

“you guys are boring bitches”, he huffs.

panda as a SONNY ANGEL

the girls all had their mouths shaped in an ‘o’ as he entered, hands on hips - giving the most sass imaginable.

“panda what happened”, nobara stifled a giggle behind her hand.

so this was not panda's original costume but his backup one... unfortunately for him, his original costume was to go as a slutty version of batman but he was then met with his long awaited karma..

RIIIIIIP

“oh my fucking god” he said to himself as he hesitantly checks the back of his costume. he finds a hole right where his left ass cheek is.

a big one.

luckily for him, he’s immune to costume malfunctions and bought a back up for times like this. sure it wasn’t as creative or risqué as slutty batman but it was the next best thing.

“i don’t want to talk about”, he mumbles, earning an eruption of laughs from the girls.

he stood there in silence as they speculate what on earth could have happened to his original costume. eventually he told them which then lead to another fit of giggles. atleast that was over. they had a party to plan. and besides, sonny angels are supposed to bring you good luck right?

wrong.

the night was a mess. panda got atleast 7 different drinks spilt on him that night and almost got into a fight with todo because he won the ‘best costume’ contest. (he was a passenger seat and mai was chappel roan).

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BONUS COSTUMES!

as we know there are two weekends where halloween is celebrated, and this year is no different. debate after debate, "should we celebrate halloween the week before or 2 days after the actual event?" well, why not both! both the party girls and tridant came together to complete the "maze of death" (it was just a corn maze, famous for the actors jump scaring you every now and then - similar to the haunted house the boys went to, but much more intense) these set of costumes are what both groups wore on halloweekend 2 + how each character would react during a haunted maze!

megumi as THE SCARECROW

megumi got confused and thought yn’s costume last week was hers this week and decided to match with her without telling her. (he thought it would of scored him brownie points) though when he found out yn was dressed up as someone else he was immediately embarrassed. yn thought it was adorable how he tried to match with her so called costume and gave him a kiss on the cheek as a recognition for his efforts. (definitely got those brownie points)

he walks WAY ahead. he wants it OVER with >"if i walk faster, they can't get me" type mf. he's miserable but can't take yn laughing behind him at all. he’s going through many stages of grief.

he unfortunately has to lead the group through it even though he's pretty scared himself, but he calms himself by saying "toge def was worse" or some shit. (spoilers he was in fact worse)

yuji as XANDRA

i hate gay halloween, what do you mean you’re xandra from papa’s freezeria?

oh he scares the workers BACK. my king.

had full intentions of scaring yuta during it but got caught off guard and accidentally punched the workers that personally jump-scared him because he's automatically triggered into fight or flight mode like no tomorrow.

yn & toge as SHARPAY AND RYAN EVANS

they came up with this idea when toge was at their apartment doing the usual antics (eating all their food) and saw yn watching high school musical. told her it would make a pretty good halloween costume as a duo and he saw the bulb light up in her head.

first they have a competition who won't be scared but i fear they are desperately clinging onto each other 10 seconds in then act like NOTHING happened once they exit toge is scared so much he can't talk, yn is pale as fuck, and they agree to never talk about it.

(yn says she won the competition 2 hours later)

maki & yuta as a COP AND PRISONER

everyone awwed at them when they saw their costumes. i mean how could you not? #coupleoftheyear

oh yeah so…. yuta wanted to ditch at the entrance but maki hauled his ass with her. he doesn't do well at all, he pukes at the end and maki just patted him on the back.

maki has a poker face throughout the whole thing. does not gaf. she is not scared at all and corrects how they can be scarier to their FACE mid scare. the workers almost walk out.

nobara & panda as the BEE & COOKIE

committing to the ynmegumi bit so bad im ctfu.

panda’s more depressed about how he missed the volunteer dates in order to work at it. but like yuta, he screams so much it haunts nobara’s ears. he screams like a little girl. he almost pisses his pants and hides behind nobara but it makes him a BIGGER target because ofc they're gonna see a 6 ft giant trying to hide??? the haunted house workers def bully panda in the groupchat after their shift ends. he tries to act all tough afterwards saying he "handled it like a champ".

nobara has an average reaction ywkim, she does scream and does get scared but she's literally fine. she NEVER lets panda live it down though, she has a video of panda screaming too.

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[miss-sturn]

Ghostface | Matt Sturniolo P1

'What's the matter Sidney? You look like you've seen a ghost.'

ghostface!matt x reader

Chapter 1: prank calls

P1 P2 P3 P4 P5 P6 P7 P8

a/n: I've kept this post in the drafts for ages, and I've finally added the finishing touches (after consulting many wise writers)!

shoutout to those who have helped my clueless ass: @freshloveforthefit, @vanteguccir , @bernardsbendystraws ty!

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The steam enveloped her as she stepped out of the shower, tendrils of mist clinging to her skin. The dim light of the bathroom cast long shadows across the tiles, creating an eerie ambiance.

Her mind was preoccupied with thoughts of the evening ahead. She and her boyfriend, Matt, had plans to attend a party later that night. Little did she know, it would be a fateful decision.

As she reached for a towel, a strange sense of déjà vu washed over her, prickling at the back of her neck.

Suddenly, the shrill ring of the old telephone shattered the silence, echoing through the small apartment. She hesitated, her hand hovering over the receiver, a sense of foreboding tightening in her chest. But curiosity compelled her to answer, her fingers trembling as she lifted the receiver to her ear.

"Hello, speaking?" Her voice wavered slightly, uncertainty lacing her words.

She had an inkling that it could be the assholes from high school, who had been bombarding her with useless prank calls.

Silence greeted her at first, followed by the crackling static on the other end of the call.

Confusion clouded her thoughts, and she hesitated, unsure of whether to hang up or not. Before she could gather her thoughts, the phone rang again, more insistent this time. With a sigh, she answered, curious.

"Listen up, jackass, I told you to stop with these prank calls!" she exclaimed, frustrated.

On the other end of the line, there's a brief pause before the low, mysterious voice responds, "Prank calls? Oh, sweetheart, you have no idea what's coming for you."

The words send a shiver down her spine, but she brushes it off, convinced it's just some sick joke. Yet, there's something in the caller's tone that felt eerily familiar.

Ignoring her unease, she retorts, "Yeah, right. You think you can scare me? Think again, loser." With a defiant click, she hangs up the phone, dismissing the caller as nothing more than a nuisance.

But as she wraps herself tighter in the towel, the feeling of being watched intensifies. Every creak of the floorboards, every whisper of the wind outside, sends a chill down her spine.

Then, just as she's about to dismiss it as her imagination running wild, the phone rings again, its shrill tone cutting through the silence of her apartment. With a heavy sigh, she reluctantly picks it up.

"Alright, prankster, what do you want now?" she snaps, her irritation palpable.

The voice on the other end is calm, almost amused. "Just curious, sweetheart. What's your favorite scary movie?"

Her confusion deepens. "What? Who is this?" she demands, her heart pounding in her chest.

But the caller ignores her question, pressing on with his inquiry. "Come on now, don't be shy. Everyone's got a favorite. What's yours, y/n?"

How could this person on the phone know her name? Every instinct screamed at her to hang up, to run away from this unsettling situation.

As her mind raced with fear and confusion, her thoughts began to drift to her boyfriend, Matt, and the upcoming party.

"I- "How do you know my name?" She manages to stammer out, her voice trembling with unease, "I never told you my name..." She trails off, horror covering every part of her face.

"Tell me about yourself." the caller breathes, simply ignoring my frustrated panic.

"Why do you want to know about me?" she shrieks in fear.

 "Because I want to know who I'm looking at."

Her eyes widen in fear as she spins around, the constant dread of being watched intensifying. "What did you say?" she demands, her voice trembling with unease.

 "I said I want to know who I'm talking to."

 "That's not what you said." she slowly replies, unsure.

"What do you think I said?" the caller chuckles in malice.

Her heart skipped a beat, the question sending a shiver down her spine. "I don't want to talk anymore." she uttered, the words barely audible over the line.

With a jolt of terror, she flung the phone receiver down, the sharp clatter echoing in the silent room.the lights flickered and died, plunging the apartment into darkness. Panic clawed at her throat as she fumbled for her phone, the silence around her suffocating.

And in that moment of darkness, with the echoes of the mysterious caller still lingering in her mind, she knew that she was not alone.

But what she didn't know was that her boyfriend, Matt, was hiding a dark secret, one that would soon unravel in a horrific and tragic way at the party they were about to attend...

a/n: hope y'all enjoyed it!! (part 2??)

[7eventh7eaven]

🌼 : 7eventh7eaven is live .ᐟ ✦ ╰┈➤ "ask me anything stream! come quick!!!" ˎˊ˗

> do u have a middle name?

"i actually have two! my full name is hemlocke corinna natalia graves- corinna comes from my grandmother's name, and natalia is my mom's best friend's, aka my godmother's, name. maybe a bit extra, but i do think corinna is a pretty name, so that's cool."

> when did you start streaming?

"well, i started streaming in 2018, but i was making skits and vlogs for my first youtube channel way back when i was 16, and still lived in italy. i took those down a long time ago, when i started applying to colleges. i still have them, though. i'm 25 now- god, i feel so old when i see myself in those videos."

> wait, you lived in italy???

"yep, i was born in napoli! i moved to new york when i turned 18, because i got accepted to a college there, then i moved to l.a. after i graduated. english is my second language. and my third language is french- i took it during college, and it is definitely not perfect. but i still like to tell people i can speak french, because it's cool."

> whats ur fav thing abt streaming ??

"hm... that's a good question. i like how i have a very diverse community, so i don't feel forced to stick to one type of content. some of you are here for gaming, or my art, or just chatting like this. some of you are only here because you like the commentary or music stuff i do on youtube, and you're probably disappointed that i don't do that as much on twitch. sorry about that! hell, there's a few of you whose usernames i recognize from when i posted solely in italian. you guys are ogs. that's still so crazy to me... having a diverse community is also just cool because i'm not one of those streamers whose following is, like, 90% men. i thank god for that one every day."

> dogs or cats! 🐕🐈

"well, i have both- one dog, and two cats. lemme go get them, hold on..."

"alright! this is winnie, she's my baby. say hi, winnie! the cats are actually being really cute right now, so i'm just gonna turn the camera to them and hopefully not disturb their peace and quiet. the lighter one on the left is macher, and the dark one on the right is loomis- yes, they're named after the original ghostfaces, because they were the best ghostfaces- chat, this isn't up for debate, it's just the truth. to answer the original question, though, i'd say i'm probably more of a cat person"

> r u single??

"nope! i'm kind of surprised i got this question, i feel like i never shut up about my boyfriend. that's fine though. i love talking about him. we aren't really public, just because we both have a pretty big audience out there, but we've been dating for almost two years now. i adore him. if you're watching, hiii! love you!"

> do you have other tattoos or just the ones on your collarbones? they're so pretty omg 😭

"thank you! one of my friends from college did them- she's done most of my tattoos. shoutout to kieran, she's the best. i have a bunch of tattoos, but it'd be kind of hard to show them right now. i've got these wings on my back, then a cool piece down the left side of my ribs and stomach, and another design on my right thigh. they don't mean anything, i just think they look hot. hurt like hell, but again, they look hot, so it was worth it. kieran comes up with the designs too, i just let her do her thing. she eats every single time, so why not? oh! i also have a sword on my wrist here- it's a matching tattoo with my best friend, it's a song reference. and i have a soot sprite on my ankle, which is also matching with one of my streamer friends. real ones know who has the matching tattoo. my boyfriend has a bunch of tattoos as well, and we've been trying to come up with a good one to get together for like. forever. it'll happen someday..."

> new hair dyeing stream when ???

"great question- probably not anytime soon, to be so honest. the calico dye has kind of become my signature at this point, and i'm surprisingly not bored of it yet. whenever i do dye it again, we're doing something fun. something bright, maybe blue or purple. i'm in a blue or purple mood"

> whats ur social security number :33

"alrighty then, i think we're gonna call it here, guys! thanks for tuning in and listening to me yap. i will be back tomorrow night, i'm gonna be doing a mario party competition with a few friends. it's gonna be a lot of fun. goodnight!!"

[z0mb1epuzzy]

Not a very horny question for once but I’m feeling festive what do you think the boys would dress up as for a Halloween party or something lol

i actually love getting to write cutie stuff too!! your sfw requests will be heard an answered as well ♥️♥️

tbh, i think all of them would dress up if their partner asked! obviously to varying degrees, but any of them would imo..

Josh: i think that pre losing hannah and beth, and pre in-game events, josh would LOVE halloween.. afterwards he’d have a bit more of an aversion to it, naturally. He’s got the money and a clear level of experience in horror, so it totally tracks that he’d be the guy with the coolest costumes!

Chris: I think chris would love halloween too, he is a bit of a dork, and i think he’d love dressing up in some sort of slasher esq costume.. (shoutout to my chris ghostface mask post?!?!) something still “cool.”

also he’d love a matching couples costume…

Mike: when it comes to Mike, he is naturally the “cool guy” of the group, so i’m a little conflicted? On one hand, he’s definitely not the type to go all out like Josh, but he’s not a “my costume is a dude in a t-shirt.” guy… he seems like the type to dress up a little, i think? He wouldn’t go too crazy with it, like a casual costume that’s still dressed up enough to count… it’s easy, but there’s still some thought behind it.

Matt: okay so.. Matt is another one i’m struggling with, on one hand - i think he wouldn’t dress up, he’d assume the nobody in the group was going to and that he’d look like a dork, so he very well could end up in the “my costume is a dude in a t-shirt.” category. But! if he knew everyone else was dressing up, he’d do something simple but still pretty cool.. like a zombie jock. its sorta lazy, but it suits him at the same time? he’d get points for effort in the makeup.

[thegreatimpersonator]

Hi everyone! Here’s the newest addition to my Creator Shoutout Series (november 5 - november 12)!  I want to appreciate editors and their creations that i love from the past week. To track this series or look at previous shoutouts, please check out the tag on my blog *creatorshoutouts. Have a great week everyone!

taylor swift: slut! graphic by @artelarium

confessions of a teenage drama queen gifset by @makoto-shinkai

scream: ghostfaces gifset by @connie-rubirosa

the princess diaries gifset by @madscline

taylor swift: card lyric parallels gifset by @jakeperalta

chappell roan: red wine supernova vevo performance gifset by @phoebesbridgers

samia: tiny desk concert gifset by @sofiarostova

heartstopper: nick and charlie gifset by @curlyhairedprince

taylor swift: 1989 (taylor's version) 1989 redesign concept by @h-f-k

boygenius: grammy nominations gifset by @phoebesbridgers

legally blonde gifset by @eizagonzalezs

yellowjackets: jackie and shauna gifset by @yellowjackets-1996

taylor swift: debut (taylor's version) vinyl design edit by @kallumdesign

maisie peters x carly rae jepsen gifset by @antoniosvivaldi

the good place: shawn gifset by @jakeyp

yellowjackets: 1x03 gifset by @fouralarm-fire

succession: shiv roy gifset by @sdktrs12

paramore: deluxe after laughter design concept by @paramored

taylor swift: reputation graphic by @hits-differently

yellowjackets: shauna gifset by @saltandspite

olivia rodrigo: grammy nominations gifset bt @venka

taylor swift: fearless anniversary gifset by @mrperfectlyfinetv

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[misswqrld]

My killers

Hiya!! I'm making more poly Randy Meeks and Mickey Altieri because you all seemed to enjoy it and you deserve it! This is a Ghostface AU

SPECIAL SHOUTOUT- THANKS TO @mrsaltieri-real GO CHECK OUT THEIR PAGE

Also if you want to check me out on YouTube or Wattpad here are my names. 

Wattpad: Glitch4777

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There's not much there but you can check it out! Well enjoy!!!! 

I run into the theater and see my boyfriends standing on the stage with dead bodies all around them. Derek, Gale,  Hallie, Mrs. Loomis, and... 

"SIDNEY!"

I gasp as I sprint to the stairs and climb up onto the stage, dropping to the floor by her body. 

"Y/n..."

She whispered as I began to get teary eyed. Then she screamed with her little strength. 

"RUN!" 

I jumped to the side as Mickey impaled Sidney in the stomach with his sharp knife. I heard the organs squish. I cringed and crawled back into a corner. 

"M-Mickey? Randy? Why?" 

I couldn't believe it. My boyfriends killed our friends. Randy tried to cup my cheek but I slapped his hand away from my face. 

"Don't touch me!" 

I yelled with tears running down my pale, fritented face. Mickey just smiles. 

"Darling, we did this all for you!" 

"N-no. There's got to be some other reason! I don't want to be to blame!" 

"Y/n hon your not! We're going to run away together so we will never be caught!" 

Randy interrupts with his sweet voice. I usually would melt at his voice but I can't! Not right now! I jump up and try to run but Mickey grabs me and forcefully pulls me into a kiss. Shivers were sent down my spine, I couldn't tell if it was because I was kissing a killer or that I love him so. I push Mickey back and then are pulled in by Randy. 

"We just want to love you." 

Mickey said coming up behind me and grabbing my waist and chin. 

"Cutie just kill with us! It'll be perfect! We all love eachother and want to be together for ever so. What do you say?"

Choose your ending: 

Yes-

"I'll do it."

"Great!"

Mickey blurts out with his psychotic grin.

"We can kill some more tomorrow but I think we're all tired. I-"

Gale popped her body up and pointed her gun at Randy's head.

"Y/n come her, away from these psychos!"

"I don't think so Gale, buh bye!"

I quickly shot her in her head with a smile.

"Oh well lets go home now!"

Randy states slightly confused.

No-

"I'm not going to kill someone for you psychos!"

Randy hisses and frowns. 

"Well Y/n you know we kill and now we have to kill you!"

I sprint towards the door before I was pulled to the ground. My body was facing up, I kicked Mickey in the balls and crawled over to Sidney. Randy slide across the ground and clutched my ankle. He pulled me back as I was reaching for the gun in Sidney's hand. I pulled the gun out of her lifeless hand and Randy pulled out his own and aimed for my legs. Mickey grabbed the knife across the stage and stabbed me in the stomach. I groan in pain as blood leaks from my mouth. I place my finger on the trigger of the gun. I shoot Mickey easily through the head as he only had a knife. Randy shot me again in the leg.

"D-die Randy!"

I shoot him in the head as he pulled the trigger seconds after me. Mine hit my arm as I raised it to block the bullet. Randy instantly collapsed to the floor as I was left with a few seconds. I drop my body to the floor with blood everywhere. I was numb. I close my eyes, there's no point in trying to stay awake, I would die anyway. I huff and the world goes black. I mutter my last words.

CHOOSE YOUR LAST WORDS

"I-im sorry..."

OR 

"I love you Randy and Mickey..."

Hope you guys enjoyed!! This took a bit and the last parts rushed so sorry. Have a nice day!!!

[mrsaltieri-real]

oh my oh my did Pretty in Red make me feel all kinds of things. this a fic i didn't know i needed! and now badly i need for ethan and chad to come rail the shit out of me till i can't walk anymoreee

omgg this fic was so fucking hot amazinggggg

Awh you! That’s so sweet, thank you so much! Big old shoutout to the Anon that requested it too, it was a lot of fun and I’m so glad you liked it!

[hybridkilljoys]

Chase already mentioned it but I just came back from hanging with him and Suga and Wolf for the first time ever 🥰!! And we had an absolute blast rocking out at the Louder Than Life festival and made so many good memories during this trip. It was my first ever music festival too and let me tell you it was an experience I will never forget 🤣

Highlights include:

-Seeing so many good fuckin bands live for the first time ever holy FUCK!! Royal Blood, Nothing but Thieves, Foo Fighters, Bad Omens, Baby Metal, Godsmack, Queens of the Stone Age, Flogging Molly, GREEN DAY, weezer, avenged sevenfold o_o and so many more. it felt SURREAL

-Having a grownass man fall on me and crush me under his body after his failed attempt to crowd surf LMAO (I survived)

-Saw Sleep Token again O_O (after seeing them for the first time ever with @muppetghost and @monstarparker the week before!!) and survived their pit

-Helped Chase and Suga carry a lil dude who couldn't see at the Pierce the Veil show and then watched him cry tears of joy bc it was his first time seeing them live 😢

-Me overheating right after and passing out at PtV LMAO. I got carried out like a rag doll and got to see the band up close while fighting for my life tho so 🤘And I got to experience so much kindness from strangers. So many people offered me their water bottles while my besties were helping me out of the crowd and even the lil dude from before caught up with us after the show to make sure i was ok 🥺

-Got dragged into an Avenged Sevenfold mosh pit and survived. I experienced what it would feel like being thrown into a human sized dryer

-SAW A GROWNASS MAN AS GHOSTFACE 🥰

-Singing Bohemian Rhapsody with a bigass crowd right before Green Day!!

-Hearing Billy Joe Armstrong give a shoutout to Mexico, and then later on bring a lil punk kid onto the stage and helped him play one of the band's guitars for the crowd. He got to KEEP the guitar afterwards O_O Bruh!! It was magical

-Got to boogie and have fun with my besties above all 🥰 Chase and Suga and Wolf are truly some of the sweetes people you will ever meet

So much more happened I could gush about it for DAYS. But it was such a fun trip!! Truly 2 weeks that changed my life and boosted my motivation to live. I'm so grateful I got to hang with so many of my onceler besties and I can't wait to do it again 🥰

[zyafics]

they’re all so good and i’m sooo indecisive !!!! literally can’t choose between ghostface!rafe x final girl!reader, racer!rafe x high school sweetheart!reader, and boxer!rafe x reader😩😩. all of them just sound so good

and ykw? valid. because the way i’m SO indecisive when it comes to what to write next and i adore all of those ideas too! i even tried to fit some into smau because i noticed that i write faster in smau format, but regardless!

ghostface!rafe x final girl!reader would be such a good twist because i have some planned too!

racer!rafe x high school sweetheart!reader… ooo just imagine the angst. the wanting her back but only to be reminded of her commitment and watching his team and/or rival who stole his girl?

and the boxer!rafe x reader!! literally i tried to fit this one into a smau format but i don’t think it’ll have the same impact 😭 this one i gotta shoutout my friend kaela for helping me come up with the plot!!

[duck-at-midnight]

All For Us

Pairing: Amber x Tara

Summary: Tara realizing that Amber became Ghostface for the sake of their relationship.

Words: 1.2k

Special shoutout to @writing-rat because without you, I probably wouldn't have written this

Coming out of surgery, Tara couldn’t believe she was alive. She thought she was going to die while Ghostface was standing above her. She didn’t think she would make it through surgery, but she woke up in a dark white hospital room aching in pain, a splitting headache, and a dry throat from the oxygen. It nearly made Tara wish she had died. 

Grabbing the bedside remote, Tara hit a button to call for a nurse who promptly arrived. 

The nurse knocked before entering. “Good morning, sweetie.” She slowly approached her. “How are you feeling?”

“Like I’ve been stabbed repeatedly.” Tara answered dryly. “Can I get some pain meds?” 

“You’re scheduled for another round at nine.” 

“What time is it?” 

“A little after eight.” 

Tara nodded. “Can I have some water, please?” 

“I’ll be right back.”

The nurse returned with water and laid Tara’s phone on her bedside table. “The police did take some evidence off here, but we wanted to make sure it was charged for you.”

“Thank you, I appreciate it.” 

The nurse walked out after a short questionnaire on how she was feeling leaving Tara alone once more. She felt uneasy. 

Seeing the texts from her friends specifically Wes asking if she was ok. She sent each of them a text stating she was awake with a pounding headache. A lingering feeling of fear was setting back in as she swallowed hard and dialed her mother’s number.

The dial tone repeatedly sounded out making her eyes start watering. “Come on, please pick up.” She didn’t want to be alone right now. “Please, mom.”

The dial tone stopped to Tara’s surprise. “Mom, I-”

“You have reached Christina Carpenter, please leave-” Tara hung up before the answering machine could finish.

She threw her phone down as she let the tears fall. It had been so long since she had to experience the wave of abandonment. Her mom rarely answered. Her dad and Sam both left her. 

The only person Tara felt like she truly had was Amber, but even then it was a game of hot and cold with her girlfriend.

Without a knock, Amber rushes through the door and to Tara’s side.

“Are you ok? They’re going to find out who did this. I won’t let anyone hurt you.” She pushed herself as close as she could to Tara to hold her. “I’m so sorry, babygirl. I love you so much, I’m glad you’re still here.” She pulled back holding Tara’s head with her hands. “Am I allowed to kiss you?”

Nodding before receiving a crushing kiss.

“Why are you crying? Are you in pain? I can go track down your nurse.” 

Shaking her head. “I’m better now that you’re here.” 

The taller girl sat down next to Tara’s bed. “When did you wake up?”

“About an hour ago.” She answered, reaching out for her girlfriend’s hand.

Amber squeezed her hand. “What happened? I showed up and there were police and ambulances everywhere.” 

“I was making dinner and-” 

A knock cut her off with a police officer walking through. “Excuse me, I need to ask a few questions.”

“Ok, that’s fine.” Amber answered for the injured girl.

The officer stumbled on their words. “Alone, preferably, but if you’d like for your friend to stay.” 

“I’m her girlfriend, asshole.” 

Shaking her head and letting out a frustrated sigh. “It’s fine, Amber. It will only be a few minutes.” 

A few questions in, Tara just described what she was doing and the phone calls along with the texts. She was as descriptive as possible but started feeling her body starting to produce adrenaline. 

“Calm down, kid, we’ll find them.” He said attempting to reassure the teen. “Just one more question. Is there anyone that may want to do this to you?”

“No, I have no idea who would do this. My family isn’t around. I only have my girlfriend and friends.” 

He hummed in thought. “Be careful, there are certain people that will prey on that.”

A few more questions, medicine rounds, and their friends joining them, Tara sensed that Amber wanted to be alone with her. Her girlfriend’s nails dug into her hand as Wes asked, concerned with Tara’s safety and well-being. 

Before she left after Sam asked to speak to her alone, she leaned over and gave Tara a sloppy kiss. “Let me know if you need anything. I will not hesitate to come here.”

She was filled with disappointment when Sam admitted to why she left, Amber ignored her messages begging for her to come stay with her. 

-

The gunshot rang out and Tara watched as Liv’s body flew against the wall before slumping down. She didn’t know if she had screamed or not. Her body had naturally moved itself closer to Amber for comfort with her brain not registering that the gunshot came from her. 

“Welcome to act three.” 

In the midst of the chaos, Tara felt herself being grabbed and dragged away. Pain shot through her body from her injuries. The person who grabbed her seemed to not realize they had her bad hand either. 

Being dragged up the stairs, she closed her eyes from the pain and when she reopened them, she noticed she was in Amber’s room. A room that felt special. She had her first kiss in this room, her first experience with being drunk, and now it was going to be where she dies.

“Fuck, fuck.” Amber panted out and accidentally threw Tara to the floor. “Shit, dammit. Are you ok?” 

Tara cried out from the pain. “What the fuck, Amber?” 

Amber got down on her knees in front of the small girl. She wiped the hair out of her face. “I’m so sorry, baby. I never meant for you to get hurt.”

“Fuck you!”

“You don’t mean that. I was trying to fix this.” She got up and pulled out tape from a drawer. “I promise, you won’t get hurt. Just stay here and be quiet. I’ll come get you as soon as this is over.” She kissed Tara. “I love you.”

“Why?” She cried out. 

“Sam hurt you so much. You didn’t deserve that.” 

Shaking her head. “Amber, please.” 

“Tara, baby, this has all been for you. It was for you, for us.” 

“You killed our friends.” Tara pleaded. “Please, stop.”

The taller girl placed tape on her lips. “You’ll see, everything will be better after this.” She wrapped the tape around her arms tying them together. “I promise.” She placed a kiss on the tape covered mouth, I love you, Tara Carpenter. Until death do us part.” 

She screamed after being shoved in the closet and engulfed in darkness.

After Sam had freed her, she saw the slight hesitation before guilt flashed in Sam’s eyes. The time in her closet allowed her to review her relationship with Amber. The gaslighting and jealousy ran deep in their relationship. Despite Tara never growing feelings for Wes, the fact that he was a close friend was enough for Amber to want him dead. 

A final gunshot rang out.

Her hands were shaking. “You were a shitty girlfriend.”

Hands covered her’s as they took the gun. “It’s ok.” 

Allowing herself to break down in her sister’s arms.