#ghost face fic

[starry-bi-sky]

FUNNIEST fucking shit that comes with making Danny eleven years old when he had his accident in "late at night, when the nightingale sings" is the implication following, that everything that happened in the show did too. And I fully intend on (mostly) keeping it like that. There'll be some changes (of which I need to figure out) but for the most part??? Yeah relatively the same.

Like I FULLY intend on keeping Dark Danny occurring 6 months post accident. Do you know how fucking HILARIOUS that is??? That Dan got his ass kicked by a goddamn FIFTH-SIXTH GRADER?? I'd never show my face ever again. Homeboy spent the last ten years being a one-man mass extinction event, only to get his ass beat by a kid who hasn't even lost his last baby tooth. That's hysterical. I'm losing my mind just thinking about it.

AND PARIAH DARK TOO. Imagine being an eons old tyrant capable of dragging whole towns down into your dimension, and you get singehandedly shoved back into your coffin in less than 48 hours by a kid whose bedtime is still 8:30. You didn't even have the time to expand your army! You were still trying to take over the city the kid came from!

And he just!!! Shoves you back in!! Insane! This kid hasn't even been dead for a full year yet! He's still growing in his ghost fangs! And he just knocked you flat on your ass in an oversized mech suit. What the fuck! It's like looking down and seeing a four week old kitten meowing very indignantly at you and trying to bite your feet, except that kitten is also actually a black-footed cat and they have a 60% kill success rate, and oops! Now you're dead. You took too long laughing at the kitten trying to attack you that it clawed up your pant leg and ripped out your throat.

COULD I, realistically, span these episodes out over the course of 2.5 years prior to Danny's family dying?? Yes I could! Do I think it's hilarious (and horribly traumatizing, which makes it twice as fun) to shove all of this into the span of (roughly) a year instead?? Yes. Because the show has such a skewed timeline that I've always just assumed that at the end of the show, Danny was starting his sophomore year in high school. So fuck it, lets go for it!

[somnimagus]

My page for @sheikahzine; about Impaz's duty to her village, empty of people and full of memories.

[id in alt text]

[toxicanonymity]

EVERY INCH

GHOSTFACE x f!reader (series masterlist)

When Ghostface is unconscious after your car crash, you turn the tables on him, setting off a wild ride and power struggle. The things you do to each other.... This is a dark fic. It's fantasy. Read at your own risk. Ghostface is anonymous & masked. Secondary characters are at horror-typical risk of death.

Ongoing and slow as hell. Main masterlist.

Every Inch (1.4k) - May 20, 2023

Every Inch 2 (2.2k) - July 22, 2023

Every Inch 3 (4.4k) - October 9, 2023

Every Inch 4 (6.6k) - June 18, 2024

Extras

the gift

Art 😍

skin carving edit by @iamasaddie

amazing edit by @iamasaddie

part 4 collage by @aurorawritestoescape

TRAILER by @carminepoison

✨Smoke (from pt 3) by @onehoplessromantic

[pandorem]

There’s something about the fact that ghosts can’t even truly feel anything and yet Charles is so constantly physical with Edwin. The way when Charles breaks down at the beach Edwin tries to reciprocate that physical comfort in return. It’s possible to read it as a lack of thought from the creators but it is so much more interesting to look at it from a character perspective.

Also do you ever think about how they had physical forms in hell and thus they could both almost certainly feel each other for the first time in thirty years? That the physical comfort that Charles gave, both after finding Edwin and after Edwin confesses, are probably the first non painful contact Edwin has had in almost a century? The fact that when Charles cradles Edwin’s face in his hands, when he held his shoulders and told him Edwin is the most important person in the world to him, Edwin could actually feel that? Ha ha. Because. Because I do.

[g-xix]

🔞Mask + Knife Kink | George Clarkey

Summary: You hadn't anticipated that telling George to wear a Halloween costume for your party would have such an effect on you... But with a few drinks and horny thoughts, you were acting on the kinks that you never thought you'd let see the light of day.

CWs: smut, cussing, mask kink, knife kink, mirror sex, degrading + praise, pet names, v rough, blowjob, borderline cnc but not, drinking

Notes: last kinktober post - fittingly a Halloween post on Halloween. Enjoy your trick or treating tonight and enjoy your last kinky October fic x

When you'd told your best friend George to get a Halloween costume for your party, you hadn't expected have felt your heart drop, breathing become shallow and eyes glaze over as you looked across the kitchen island - mounted with red plastic cups and drinks galore - music blending and becoming as unintelligible as the bodies that moved in the background, as your eyes fixated on your best friend. Red cup in his hand with the other tucked into his pocket, black shirt fitted ever so slightly more than you'd seen him wear  and matching the dark cargos that hung loosely around his hips, a thick belt wrapped around his hips and embellished with a prop knife, holstered in - he looked inhumanely good, and had you feeling a gentle thrum between your thighs...

Although the pièce de résistance of his outfit wasn't the clothes that fit and stretched around his thick muscles that you'd never looked at in such a way before...

Rather, it was the mask that was strapped around his face.

A ghost mask - hard, white plastic with the curves and contours resembling the timely character Ghostface - the dark black holes about his mouth and eyes covering all facial features of the handsome brunet, focussing your attention instead to the hard, unmoving plastic that faced you - and you could tell that those eyeholes were burning straight into your own eyes.

A few drinks later, you found yourself outside. On the porch that was decked with an outdoor sofa, and George on one of the seats.

A drunken, dopey smile spread over your lips as you stumbled to the sofa, receiving cheers and greetings from the other friends that lounged across the cushioned seats - though you only had one mind and one thought for where you wanted to sit.

George's arm wrapped around your waist, hand planting firmly on your thigh to keep you supported and grounded whilst you were clearly unbalanced - sitting yourself in George's lap and wrapping your arms around the neck, covered with silky black fabric from the ghostface mask, blending into the black of his tee and giving you a lifeless, unmoving face to focus in on with a disorientated smile. Though you couldn't see the eyes of the man behind the mask, you could watch his head move - the mask lowering and indicating that his eyes looked down and scanned over your body - not being at all subtle whilst he took in the fat of your ass and thighs that spilled from beneath the delicately stringed fishnets on your legs which stretched over his lap and across the sofa, all the way up to the cleavage that spilled and showed perfectly to him from this angle, where you looked up at him from his lap - low-cut bodysuit revealing your delicious bust and bunny ears that extended over your hair giving George's other hand something to wrap around.

 A wolf whistle was heard from behind you, and you let a giggle pass through your lips, though you didn't turn around, your mind churning and whirring horny thoughts as you couldn't rip your gaze away from that mask.

A horny mind really was your own worst enemy.

"You're so fucking hot with the mask on," Fell from your lips uninhibitedly. "I don't know why I've never seen you this way until now... But you look so fucken hot..."

A laugh was heard from beneath the mask. The sound was as crisp and intelligible as if George wasn't even wearing the mask, and yet the plastic made the soundwave bounce back and had the effect of quietening his voice. So that whilst you heard him perfectly - his noise was insulated and only kept for you and him to hear.

"Thought you might like it." That smirk in the voice was evident. And you loved it. The fact that you couldn't tell or see the emotion behind the mask, so you had to listen to every sarcastic word that fell from the man's lips to try and hear how he felt. Like some temperamental guessing game that could go wrong at any moment. Without caring about the fact he'd be able to feel it, you clenched your thighs to satiate the pressure building between your legs at the flirty talk you could feel building. "I've seen your for you page enough times to know what you have a little kink for..."

A mock gasp fell from your lips, pulling away and looking at your friend with mock offense with a large grin across your face. "I do not have a mask kink-"

"Is that so?" He leaned in, shortening the gap between you two. You couldn't help the embarrassed grin that came as you shook your head, denying what was quite obviously true.  George didn't stop, and he spoke with such a low voice, deep and husky that you felt your thighs clenching again. "So if I told you I would take you up to your room and fuck you in this mask right now, you'd say no?"

Your jaw loosened, eyebrows slowly raising in surprise, blinking rapidly to try and focus yourself and make sure that this wasn't some dazed dream in your stupor that you were just imagining.

No. Your best friend really was rocking you in his lap and saying that he'd fuck you. With the mask on. Right here and now.

You couldn't even look into George's eyes and tell whether he was just joking - some sick and twisted flirtatious joke that he was just saying hypothetically... OR whether he seriously meant it. That unmoving mask, emotionless, remorseless, merciless slab of plastic that spoke volumes to your horny subconscious was all you could look into.

And so leaning forwards, you pressed yourself to the mask and lay a delicate kiss on the bridge of his nose - just above the inverted heart of the nasal concha. The ghostface mask tilted to the side as you pulled away, George's hand scaling from your fishnetted thighs to the plump of your ass that spilled from the side of his jeans.

"What's it gonna be then, bunny?" His head was still cocked to the side as his hand tugged against the bunny ears on top of your head, his little petname meant to mock your costume, and yet instead making your heartrate quicken as you were pushed to make a decision. Your best friend who played into your kinks just to wind you up and get a rise out of you, forcing you to tell him whether or not you were gonna cave and tell him to fulfil your libidinous wishes.

You picked the obvious answer.

His arms threaded beneath your body, picking you up effortlessly and letting him take your weight as he carried you through the party and up the stairs the long route - giving everyone a fair look at the host who had fallen trap to the ghostface mask and muscles that carried her to a bedroom.

The moment you reached your bedroom, your hand dived into the bedside table and frantically ran through it, searching for a little foil packet within it which you could use for protection. George stopped your search, however, his hand - worn and roughened with hard spots - firmly grasped as your wrist, his other hand wrapping around the other wrist and pinning them together, grasping them in just one palm as he forced them back and pushed your down into the mattress - pinning your hands above your head and making them sink into the bed under the force with which he pushed you down.

His body then came up on top of yours, not giving you a fraction of breathing space as his chest pressed up to yours, your tits pressing into his muscles with his stomach flat against yours as his masked face was a mere few centimetres away from your own, one hand besides your face supporting him whilst the other held your hands above your head.

"What you doin' there, sweetheart?" George questioned your search in the drawer with a low voice.

"L-looking for a condom," You stuttered under the intense scrutiny, and was only met with a laugh - George's chest rumbling against your own, letting you feel the everything from your close proximity.

"Oh no, I wanna do something with you that doesn't require any of that," George's voice came out so low it was almost a growl - fuelled solely by his own lusts and thoughts which countered yours. "I think I want you to put that smart mouth to use first."

"Well what if I don't want to?" You had the nerve to grin up at the mask and challenge it.

And a laugh fell from your lips as George reached behind him to his belt, pulling out the knife that he'd holstered into the outfit. A "cool accessory", plastic prop that he tried to threaten you with, pressing up to your throat.

"What are you gonna do with that prop," You derided. "Those muscles are big Georgie, but I don't think you could use them to take me out with a plastic kni-"

You were cut off as your strap was sliced through - the "prop" blade cutting through the material effortlessly. Oh.

The tip of his blade was cold, you realised, as it pressed into soft skin beneath your chin after that - applying pressure and forcing you to raise your gaze up to the mask which tilted to the side as you made eye contact. "Not real?" He repeated mockingly. And as you exhaled slowly - shakily - feeling a mix of fear and confusion and adrenaline coursing through your veins, your breath misted over the cold metal. 

George didn't need to use his other hand to hold your wrists down, because you were paralysed in shock - unmoving as the masked man removed his hands from around your wrist and pulled the front of the playsuit away from your body, revealing the braless cleavage beneath the material and letting his hands fondle the soft flesh, his fingertips circling the darker skin and peaking your nipples before roughly pinching and tweaking them, making a whimper leave your throat as your thighs wrapped around his legs and clenched around him, pressing his rough jeans into your core that begged for stimulation.

He dipped, allowing himself to press the blade of the knife into your sternum, the cold and sharp edge just blunt enough to apply pressure into your skin without cutting it - making you gasp as he brought it to the other strap of your playsuit, cutting it away from your body and brushing it away so that all you were really in was a pair of fishnets, whilst your ghostfaced friend was still fully clothed and yielding a very active weapon. Though the first part changed as the mask pressed itself back up close to your face, almost making you flinch and try to withdraw a bit as he hissed from behind the mask "Now suck my cock, bitch."

You were unparalyzed in an instant.

His back against your headboard and trousers frenziedly unbuttoned-unzipped and pulled-away with the boxers, you didn't give yourself a moment to even think or pause as your hands flew to his cock, grasping the shaft and pulling it up to your plumpy lips that George had looked at for so long, wondering how they'd feel massaging his cock and dumbing that smart mouth. 

And by fuck did you feel amazing.

The mask tipped back, low groan exiting George's lips as his hand threaded through your locks and grasped the back of your head whilst you did absolutely every little thing you could to fit your best friend into your throat. Tears jerked in the corners of your eyes as you reached the bottom of George's cock, his tip blocking your throat and suffocating you for a moment. And George's hand pressed into the back of your head - holding you there and making your eyes widen in shock and horror as you struggled to breathe around the blockage in your throat, George's grip on the back of your head unyielding.

You let out high whines and noises around his length, your palm tapping frantically tapping against the thigh on the right side of your head, hoping George would get the idea that you were trying to tell him "You're choking me, I can't breathe right now!!"...

When George finally let go of your head from the base of his cock with a low groan, you gasped and withdrew with tendrils of spit still connecting your panting mouth and lips to his thoroughly wet length, slowly stretching and detaching, landing cold and wet against your bare tits as you looked up at the mask with a look of both fear and disbelief. "What the fuck was that - I could've suffocated!"

"Sorry sweet, just couldn't help myself-" One of this hands made its way to your cheek, cupping the side and letting his thumb penetrate through your open lips and sit over your tongue. He pushed his thumb down onto the muscle and stopped you from saying anything, giving you no option other than to close your mouth around his digit. "Your mouth just feels too good... I'll try not to be too hard, yeah? You be a good girl and keep going..."

The name brought a blush to rise to your cheeks as you tentatively reached out and let your hand wrap around the base of his cock, noticing how much slicker it now was from your spit. His thumb withdrew from your mouth, patting your cheek and letting you return to his cock, deciding not to take him into your mouth in fear he'd remorselessly choke you again.

Instead, you let your tongue explore his cock - lathering up and down the side and looking up with wide eyes at the unmoving mask. The underside of his cock was defined by a vessel that furiously pumped blood, and caused George to elicit a lewd noise as you traced your tongue over it.

"You keep doing that and I'm gonna cum all over your pretty fucken' face..." George's words came out a low groan as you watched the mask tip down to speak to you before rolling back, your tongue flicking over his bright red tip that ached and begged stimulation - his length twitching in your hands. His words felt so degrading - so diminishing- admitting he'd cum all over your face. The same face you'd spent over an hour decorating with eyeliner and various brushes and pens and glitters earlier. The way those words devalued all of that had the pit of your stomach burning and heart beat synchronising to the feeling between your legs.

"Is that where you wanna finish, Georgie?" You let your hand work on the base of his cock whilst you talked, working painfully slowly to ensure he didn't finish before you wanted him to. "Because I can swallow as well..."

The man laughed. "Oh I'll be inside of you soon enough. I wanna see your face covered by me first.. Get off a sec-"

You took your hands off as George got up from his position - leant back against the headboard - pushing himself up and onto his knees, raising his hips from the backs of his heels as you sat in front of the man with wide eyes looking up to see what he was doing. And as his hand attached to his cock, other one opening your mouth - you stuck your tongue out for him whilst he furiously fisted his cock in his hand, those biceps tensed and whorishly defined, forearms a work of art as his arm pumped to fuck his cock in his hand - every thrust of his hand accompanied by an involuntary jolt of the hips as he got closer and closer to finishing - his silky tip pressing against your tongue with each twitch of his cock that brought him closer and closer to finishing, until-

You closed your eyes, a gasp leaving your throat as you felt something slick and hot spurt onto your face - touching your forehead before coursing down the nasal bone and curve of your eyehole - another spurt landing above your lip and dripping down onto your open tongue as you felt a few more dribbles with less kinetic energy dripping down onto your tongue.

You jaw slowly raised to try and close and swallow the cum that'd landed on your tongue, but George's thumb pressed down onto your lower lip, holding your jaw open a moment longer.

And opening the eye that wasn't squeezed shut to prevent anything slipping into your eye - you were blinded with a flash, causing you to squint your eye before seeing the phone that George held in front of your face - the flashlight shining having taken multiple photos.

A gasp fell from your throat as you realised what he was doing - wiping away the remnants on your face and looking indignantly up at the mask. "You delete that photo right now - I don't want that being sent anywhere to anyone-"

"Or else what?" The mask tilted and his voice came out a taunt, and you hands scavenged the sheets, hoping to find the cold metal of a blade within your grasp as a defense against your best friend-turned psycho. You were unlucky. And the coldness of metal against your thigh told you that. "Looking for something?" 

You looked down to the knife between your thighs before looking back up to the mask and gulping. 

"Don't you worry, princess," George's hand found your hip, his hand pushing you over and turning you so that you lay with your stomach flat against the bed - looking opposite you and into the mirror to see George with the knife still between his fingers and between your legs - watching and feeling as George used the sharp blade to slice through the fishnets with ease, his hands wrapping around the fine thread, and using the bulk of his muscles to rip the rest of them off. He looked up and caught you staring at him in the mirror, head tilting to the side as he slot himself between your legs - pressing the weight of his body down onto yours whilst his cock landed between your cheeks - still hard despite finishing only moments prior, and slick spit lubricating his motions as he humped and fucked himself between your plump cheeks.  You could feel a whimper forming at the back of your throat at the aching between your legs that made you want to beg for George - to just push himself in and stretch you out.

Your gaze had fallen from the mirror - eyes screwed shut and hands bunching up a pile of duvet close to your face for comfort. But George's knife against your throat pulled your gaze up to the mirror, where you saw that the ghostface mask was pressed right besides your face, so that the words that came from behind it were absolutely crystal.

"I won't hold onto this pictures forever sweetheart - I'll delete them... On one condition-" His hand tugged the locks at the back of your hair - lifting you from the mattress as he held your body up and made you hold eye contact with him in the mirror as he pressed his lips to your ear. "Every round you can go, I'll delete another picture. And I'll give you an extra clue - you have five photos to work through..."

THAT'S A WRAP ON GRACIE'S KINKTOBER 2024!!!! I hope you all enjoyed and we ended it with a BIG BANG 🫶👏🎬

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Litr me after writing this fic:

[deathc-re]

you and geto had a movie marathon planned. it was your first halloween together and instead of partying like usual you wanted to spend it together. in the comfort of your home and in the arms of your lover.

your lover, who happened to be off in the bedroom doing god knows what, promised a surprise. you didn't mind, busying yourself with your phone while you waited.

getting the feeling that you were being watched, you look up, and see the eye of a white mask peering at you from behind a wall. you freeze and your blood runs cold for a second.

"sugu, baby? what are you wearing?" you giggle but your heart rate is still quick.

he moved from behind the wall to show himself completely. muscular chest bare, toned arms behind his back while his bottom is covered in nothing but boxer that do nothing to hide his erection.

he doesn't say a word, just stands there, looking at you through a ghost face mask you didn't even know he owned. you break out into a smile, heart rate quick but for a different reason. you never admitted to him that you had a mask kink, not once, but maybe your drooling over masked characters in movies and shows revealed your little secret?

"baby..." you smiled, "what's this about?"

he stalked closer, now standing in front you, hard on right in front of your face. before you could say another word he grabbed your chin, slipping his thumb between your lips and prying them open. you looked up at him, eyes filled with building desire. he smiles but you can't see.

suguru takes himself out of his boxers and tilts his head at you. 'i expect you to know what to do from here,' he says without saying anything.

you wrap your mouth around him, licking him how he likes, sucking him how he likes. he shudders and grabs your head, pushing you further down onto him. his silence is cut off with a long groan. you look up at him through tear filled eyes, you desire only bubbling.

you missed seeing his face, flushed red and eyes scrunched. you missed his words too, always praising you and encouraging you to take more.

after a few more groans and gags, he cums into your throat; a shuddering hand leaving your head.

you huff and sit back, no drawing attention to your own heat, fluttering and dripping, waiting to be filled.

"hey, mr.ghost face? think i can have some fun too?"

[reds-skull]

Concept art for the new AU I've been working on... I'm really liking the vibes it's giving me

top one is a metaphor taken literally (and just me being edgy in general cause why not)

second and third are the Ghost version of this painting I made of Soap a while back

Forth is something I made like a month ago and didn't want to post by itself. It's from the same AU, but uhh not exactly...

[aesthetic-bbyg]

The feminine urge to write about him even tho nobody writes abt him any more💔💔💔

[the-wandering-mage]

5+1 Danny Phantom x DC universe prompt

Five times The Teen Titans thought they were fighting a new bad guy and the one time they realized they were just trying to make a friend.

Had this idea don't know if I'll ever fully write it but here it goes for anyone else to use. As is Fanon ghosts socialize by fighting. Dani is sent to a dimension (clockwork identified as the safest for her or because it has a lot of young heros for her to make friends with and not enough healthy ecto to create ecto ghosts) her safety while Danny fights the whole war with the GIW and there is some political upheaval about how Danny is handling it. Danny doesn't want his child in the middle of it. Dani is sent with an emergency communicator, Cujo, a backpack full of things to help her, and most importantly a case with healthy ecto.

Dani wares a medical device that gives her transfusions of ecto and nutrients her human body needs to keep her form stable. Idk if a belt or a arm cuff I like the idea of better. I briefly thought a crown belt combo for the aesthetic but a princess crown would be really impractical.

So, to the meat of the story. Dani tries to make friends the only way she knows how from both her instincts and time spent in the realms before being basically witsec'd, she picks fights with them. Stealing their stuff to get them to chase her ect. A lot of taunting and shit talking and generally being a pain. Maybe even stealing food from stores because she needs it and knows Danny will pay them back. The teen titans think she's a villain she thinks they are really bonding. The more she evades them the more they get frustrated and uping the ante. They get confused when she actually helps them take out an actually baddy. Then she steals Robin's cape and they are right back to being pissed with her.

Then one day during one of their "spars" Starfire or someone else gets a lucky shot on her medical device which of course they think is just villain tech or something. Or alternatively she could just be running low and needs to refill if you want to be boring. Her medical device gives a warning beep and she calls time out. Now anytime she'd ever called time out it was a respected rule in the realms. In a play fight you call break everything stops so she is completely caught off guard when her new friends don't stop. They keep going and it's not fun anymore it's scary.

She starts crying and she gets hurt and doesn't understand why and is begging them to tell her why they are being mean. The team at first is annoyed and scoffs while thinking they finally got the upper hand and she is just trying to trick them with crocodile tears. Then she starts destabilizing. Then they start to freak out and realize that it's real. She calls Cujo to fetch her medkit with her ecto. They treat her and inbetween sobs and trying to help what they now realize is a scared little girl that they get she thought they were playing. Starfire and Robin are the first to figure out it's a cultural/species difference. The whole team feels super guilty.

Then scared when Dad Danny and Tucker show up having gotten an alert her medical device has malfunctioned. Danny explains everything and apologizes about the trouble. The team apologies for their side of things. Dani ends up with friends in the end and the team takes care of her and nicknames her princess. Funny beginning heartache middle and happy ending.

[ghostie-gengar]

fellas is it gay to find out your gf is a ghost and then do everything in your power to bring her back to life (based on a fic i wrote cough cough shameless plug)

[pfhwrittes]

something something simon sadist riley rubbing tiger balm onto your broken skin after a particularly brutal impact session because the way you flinch and whine when it burns makes his dick twitch more than your whimpering when the paddle hit your arse something something

[nevadancitizen]

-> TEASER: WHY DOES EVIL WEAR A FACE SO FAMILIAR?

synopsis: you and logan were taken by the federation years ago.

word count: ~550

ships: Keegan Russ/Reader, Ghosts team & Reader

notes: just a quick thing to establish relationships and to see if anyone is interested because i want a ghosts sequel. so i figured i might as well write it. please lmk if you're interested <3! i'd love to talk to people about this lololol

Elias lied.

Elias was a lot of things – a husband, a father, a captain. But above all things else, he was a fucking liar. 

He parroted stories of the Federation not forcing people out of Houston, San Antonio, Fort Worth, Dallas, and every town in between, but butchering them. Slaughtering everyone who wasn’t fast enough to get away. The elderly, the ill, children, those who stopped to help the wounded. It made no difference to them – age, race, military or civilian or someone wearing a red cross. Every American in the vicinity was shot, stabbed, or bludgeoned to death. Each soldier in the Federation had one unifying trait – that none of them could be reasoned with. They were relentless in their pursuit of slaughter.

Living in willful ignorance is an ugly thing. But you have been enlightened. Through what Elias called “poisons and tortures” of the flesh, mind, and soul, you have seen the truth – as has Logan.

The day you both were rebirthed was a blessing. You were both made siblings in arms, codependent but thriving by each other’s sides. 

Your eyes were opened – the Federation isn’t the USSR’s second coming, but something better. Something revised and edited and molded to be superior in both technology and execution. The leaders of the USSR were selfish men who got off to the idea of hoarding wealth under the guise of communism. The Federation is too cutthroat for the slightest shift outside of the status quo. Moles and double agents aren’t tolerated. The bloodstains on the bullet traps on the firing ranges are evidence enough.

Of course, Keegan doesn’t know this. Because where you are fighting for a righteous cause, he is a threat to the precious collective. 

You don’t love him. Not anymore.

When you and Logan were dragged away on that beach, the world turned dull for both Keegan and Hesh. 

Hesh felt the grief for his brother in a full-bodied ache – something that tore at his heart and collapsed his lungs. Rorke took every single person that was left of his family. His world became The Fire That Consumes My Brother by Thích Nhất Hạnh. He hoped that the torch of Logan’s body burned bright enough to be seen through the denseness of South American jungles. 

He silently begged in the rain, praying that Logan could hear him. With every clap of thunder, he heard something that sounded like Logan’s raspy, barely-used voice crying for help. And Hesh sat, and he listened. The rain hid his tears well enough, anyway. 

For Keegan, it was a dull hurt. Something that permeated every thought and action in his life. His world became Funeral Blues by W.H. Auden. Keegan didn’t want anything to do with a world that didn’t have you in it. Even though there wasn’t a funeral, as both you and Logan were marked as MIA, Keegan still felt as though he was the only pallbearer, shouldering the weight of your coffin by himself. 

The world was no longer beautiful with this unrelenting shadow over him. The stars weren’t as bright, the moon wasn’t as wonderful, the sunshine wasn’t as nice and warm as it once was. You were his North, his South, his East, his West – his noon, his midnight, his every hour in between. But cardinal directions don’t have as much meaning anymore, and neither does time.

Keegan thought love would last forever. Keegan was wrong.

[cherry-writes-yanderes]

Bloodstained

cw: MINORS DNI, dead dove do not eat, gender neutral reader, yandere, noncon/dubcon thigh riding, blood kink, mask kink, light knifeplay, fuck or die lite™️, soft dirty talk, blood, mentions of murder, the reader is brutally stabbed, backstabbing (lol you’ll get it), physical assault, death threats, threat of wound fucking, horny Ghostie

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The mist seemed a lot thicker than you remembered.

A constant reminder that you were indeed in the dark, as well as in danger. Especially after some asshole decided to make an offering to thicken it. You’d kill that bastard yourself if you could; but you can’t. You are a survivor, a mouse in the classic game. You couldn’t spill blood other than your own even if you wanted to.

Speaking of a cat and mouse game, you definitely felt like a mouse now. Especially when the cat was right across the dingy hallway, grasping another of your vermin brethren by the throat: Ace.

The man coughed as The Ghost Face held him high against the wall, holding his knife up against the man’s throat. The blade was as long as your forearm, glinting in the crude, broken down lighting of the old manufacturing building you were all thrust into for a trial.

A loud boom sounded through the building; a sacrifice had been completed. The hooks were cruel, and you unfortunately couldn’t get there in time to save your other friend.

You slowly peeked through the crack of the red wardrobe you were currently hiding in, your heartbeat loud in your ears as you heard Ace cough again, you supposed that it meant that Ghostface’s grip was now tighter on the poor man’s throat.

“Where. Are. They?” You heard the masked man’s muffled voice. His breathing was labored; chasing survivors around to murder them was obviously a tiring game. But you knew that the bastard enjoyed it. The last time you were against him he took a crude and bloody photo of you as a “keepsake”, according to him.

“W-Who?!” Ace croaked loudly, his legs kicking out in a weak attempt to try and fight off the black-clad killer.

“(Y/N), you stupid fuck!!” The Ghostface roars as he slams Ace against the wall, making the man nearly crack his skull on the dirty cement. Ace groans, choking and sputtering as he tries to get his bearings again after that attack that clearly made him dizzy. He knew that Ghostface was obsessed with you, stopping at nothing to get near you in every single trial you two were in together. The killer’s never been this angry though, and he was scared that he would get killed early from this crazy fucker. He knew that there was only one way to get out of this, and in the end, it was every man for himself.

You swallow hard has Ace slowly raises a bloody finger, pointing directly at the closet you’ve nestled yourself into. 

“No...” 

Your heart drops into your shoes, the killer slowly turning to face the closet as well. You hear him chuckle as he drops the squirming and injured man, letting him scramble up off of the floor and watch with wide eyes.

His boots sound heavy as they get closer to you, your eyes wide and your heart leaping out of your chest. You knew he was toying with you, there was no way that he ever wanted to go slow at anything. You were supposed to be scared.

The double doors swung open before you could even blink, and without thinking you tried to scamper away as if you even had a chance against him. You screamed as the killer grabbed at you, wrapping his arms around your waist and throwing you to the ground, knocking the wind out of you.

“Aw now, don’t run off now sweetpea, we’re just gettin’ started!!” Danny laughs as he sits on top of you to stop you from wiggling.

“NO!!!!” You scream out as you see Ace run off, tears streaming down your cheeks at the prospect of being alone with the lunatic that meant you harm. You wiggle harder, managing to break free from under Ghostface for but a fleeting moment before you feel something roughly pierce your shoulder blade... something sharp.

You scream as Ghostface’s knife pierces you, white-hot pain coursing through your body as you feel ribs crack and blood gush from the wound. You can hear him cooing loudly at you over your screaming, but you couldn’t fully understand what was being said. If you were being honest with yourself, you really didn’t care.

“Aww now, hush!!~ It’s gonna be fine! You’re gonna die anyways!” Danny laughs like it’s the funniest joke ever. He swiftly pulls the knife from your back, listening closely to your whimpering and crying.

He flips you over and you can hear him breathing heavily as he grabs your arms and blood gushes from your shoulder blade. “Y’know what, you sweet little thing? I wanna play just a little…” He chuckles, muffled by the mask as well as the blood rushing through your ears. “Ju-Just a little, I promise! That blood is... it’s fuckin’ hot...” He swallows, his mask getting closer to your face the more he speaks.

“Unluckily for you, though-” He grunts as he lays you flat and hovers over you, suddenly grabbing your neck and squeezing.  “You won’t be seeing my handsome face... This time around anyway~” He jokes as you cough and kick hard; a feeble attempt to escape again. You can feel your own sticky blood pooling on the floor from your open wound, and it made your heart beat even faster and your adrenaline flow, your body practically moving on its own.

As you struggle, you hear him softly grunt, as if he didn’t wanna mention what was wrong in that moment. You finally realize, and it’s horrid. In his efforts to cage you in and trap you under him, he had put his knee in between your legs, causing your sudden movements to rub against him. Was he... turned on by this?! What a fucking pervert... You stop in your attempts to move after that realization, opting to try moving your legs up to kick him in any way. That only made it worse, his breathing getting labored as he just watched you eerily with that goddamned mask.

“Hey!!!” He shouted suddenly, slamming your body onto the cold floor and bringing you back up again, holding you close to him. “Who fuckin’ said you could stop?” He asked deeply, his voice deep and smooth but sinister at the same time. The rubber of the mask touched your nose as he stared you down, your body shaking under such a dangerous gaze. He sighs, grabbing your hips as he sits you right on his thigh. You felt even more like a mouse, but now you were in the cat’s jaws.

“Move your hips, baby...” You hear him order, his breath heavy with anticipation. You don’t comply for a moment, staring him down in defiance. “Don’t make me fuck that bloody hole in your back instead, you little bitch.” Danny growls as he reaches around you to poke a finger in your gushing wound to make you squeal, which you do.

This time, you comply, knowing that him getting angrier would lead to a worse fate than this. You slowly move your hips over his toned thigh, your warmth rubbing against the fabric of his bloodstained pants as well as your clothing. Your cheeks were hot, and you had to admit that the friction felt good. But with someone who planned to kill you? Maybe he wouldn’t if you gave him what he wanted...

“That’s it, sweetness... Mm, you’re so warm...” He huffs desperately, his hands gripping your hips hard as he helps you along, pushing you down as he moves his leg for a better angle. “Yeah, that’s it... Good ‘lil baby...” He praises again and again as you ride him, a gentle whimper from the building pleasure escaping your throat without permission. You can feel your body reacting harshly to everything that has happened, truly obvious from the stain that has appeared on The Ghost’s pants. It all happened so fast, your brain was fuzzy. His hips started to hump against you, begging for some kind of attention in the place he needed you most.

You could hear generators being completed and the lights getting brighter. The other survivors were probably wondering where you were, and your heart stung from the thought that they might just leave without you.

Danny watched as you tried to quickly get yourself off, smiling under the mask at how funny this situation was to him. He never thought you would be this obedient... But he liked it. The killer knew that he should have done this sooner if you were going to be this good of a fucktoy!~ Leather gloves grabbed at your cheeks, squishing them and making your moans muffle just a bit as he forced you to grind on him faster. His index finger forces itself into your mouth, rubbing your tongue with vigor as he continues to move you. A twinge of blood from your wound coats your taste buds, and your warmth throbs from how good it tasted. “L-Look, sweetcheeks- mmh- I’m okay with not cumming this time... Just this once, y’hear?? But- shit, you gotta move just a teensy bit faster if you wanna get off by the time this is over!” Ghostface cackles hoarsely, gripping your hips harder still. You moan in response, panic flooding your being with a sense of primal urgency to not only cum, but to get out alive.

You suddenly hear the door alarm; the others had finished with the gens, but still no one was coming for you. You can hear them opening the giant door to escape. Your sense of panic grows, making your hips twitch with both desire and fear. “D’aww.. they’re leavin’ without you, honeybun... so sad!~” Danny croons playfully, groaning softly still as you continue to move on top of him. Your brain freezes over, the fear skyrocketing and making everything more... pleasurable? You weren’t sure how that could happen, but you let out a louder moan as you look down to see the Ghostface’s built thigh under you, rubbing on your precious parts with lust. You moan again, unable to contain the fact that your brain is beginning to melt into nothing with pleasure, your hips finally moving on their own.

Your moans get louder and louder, the indication that you were getting close spurring Ghostface on to grip you tighter, his leg moving in sync with your body to help you along. “That’s it! Cum for me, darling~” The killer calls. Your breaths get heavy, cheeks warm as the feeling building in your tummy finally snaps at his command. Your back arches as you cry out, your broken screams accompanied by the laughter of a psychopath.

“What a good baby!!~ You made me so proud!~” He coos, nuzzling his mask on your cheek as you come down from your high, your legs shaking and your hips twitching. He gushes over you, showing you the stain you left on his pants as well as yours, giving your cheeks a pinch with his leather gloves. You can barely feel anything as Ghostface picks you up, and you wonder if he’s just going to hang you on a hook and fuck you there until the Entity came to claim you. If you were being honest with yourself, you would rather that have happened.

Instead, he drops you right at the gate: wide open and welcoming you through to the other side. As a goodbye until your next trial, Ghostface jabs his finger into your wound, cruelly twisting as you writhe and scream on the ground. He cackles wildly, kicking you right in the gut to get you through the door.

“’Til next time~”

[anna-scribbles]

thirteen update 🍂 🎹 🏠 👻

chapter 2: November

chapter summary:

She was in a good mood. If she was ever going to take it well, it would be now.

“Maman, what if I went to school this year?”

excerpt:

“Heh.” Adrien flicked a finger beneath his chin and strutted the length of his bathroom floor, glancing at himself in the mirror. He twirled a rose—a red one, one he’d grabbed from the vase downstairs—between his fingers and then presented it to the mirror with a flourish.

“Haruhi!” he declared, “the spring of my heart surges upon the sight of your fresh smile, my love. My heart beats at the command of your drum! Your face is the fierce longing of my soul, and I present to you now this token of my lavish, undying—”

A sharp knock clicked against the bedroom door and Adrien froze, his hand still passionately hovering over his heart.

“Adrien?” Nathalie’s voice called, and Adrien—true to character, if he did say so himself—startled so hard that he slipped and fell onto his butt on the tile.

“Yeah?” he called, hastily pulling himself up and trying to find a place to set down the rose.

Nathalie peeked her head through the bathroom door and took him in, his rumpled hair and the too-small blue blazer he’d saved in the back of his closet for occasions such as…this.

“You have a guest,” she said flatly, and Adrien could not for the life of him figure out whether she was making fun of him.

She left before he could decide, and then it was only a matter of seconds before his bathroom door was thrown all the way open and a blonde ponytail bobbed into view.

“Adrikins!” Chloé crashed into him, wrapping him up in a hug that nearly knocked him over again. “It’s been way too long. You’ve been neglecting me. Aw, did you get me a rose?” She plucked it from his hands and then scrunched up her nose. “Ew, is this real?”

“As real as the current that springs from the well of my heart,” Adrien invented, and Chloé frowned at him like he’d just spoken Greek. “Nevermind.”

She looked him up and down and scrunched her nose up even more. “What did you do to your hair?”

Adrien frowned at his reflection in the mirror and pushed his hair further over to the side.

“I was trying to make it look cool.” He’d been trying to make it look like Tamaki from Ouran High School Host Club.

“It looks like you just rolled out of bed.”

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[warpedpuppeteer]

‼️this is for those who like problematic tropes‼️

i was thinking about a buddie au where single dad eddie who was in a toxic relationship previously meets the totally cute and absolutely lovely blood splatter analyst buck and is so happy about it because buck even loves chris and they all get along so well. but what eddie doesn't know is that buck is a vigilante serial killer part-time.

(silly au where nothing has a consequence and when eddie finds out he's like...well they're evil i guess and good men are so hard to find as a single parent :/... because you know, he matches buck's freak)

[fishyvamp]

I wish Ghostface was real so I could pick him up and rattle him around like a maraca

Shake that man into oblivion

Yes! Pick him up and shake him, see the knives and Polaroids come loose. Call him baby girl as you pin him to the wall. Throw the man over your shoulder and take him away, I will make this pathetic man weep with the things I would do to him. I may not be a killer, but I am a menace. You will get him crying from over stimulation as his hands are tied uselessly above his head. Making sure there is not a thought in that pretty head as he moans your name.