#i just wanted to do a ghostface smut thread that doesnt border on d*b c*n

[terrorbitch]

open to: f - 21+ plot: ghostface has been terrorizing your muse’s friend group... maybe the secret killer (max) knows your muse somehow (boyfriend, ex boyfriend, friend’s brother, legit anything you can think of) and your muse has figured it out. or they haven’t, and they’re just wild and wanna fuck ghostface? lmfao idk make it make sense. vibes in the source.

notes: this is written in legacy but if you want it reposted in beta, lmk!

the fun thing about wearing a mask was the fact that no one knew who he was. always becoming a little more deranged with each kill. the group of friends weren’t all gone, of course, and his favourite he was going to leave until last. maybe it was a bait, but apparently she thought it would be smart to throw a house party in the middle of it all. such an easy way for max to sneak away, throw on the mask, and begin terrorizing the guests. people swore they saw him, but he hadn’t focused on them. drunken fear was just that... drunken. so, when he was ‘caught’ in the bathroom with the object of his desires.... it sort of made sense what happened next. pulling his knife up, he had intended on playing a kind of game with her... no intention of killing her. but instead of running off scared, she was getting on her knees, looking up at him. daring to reach forward. “...what do you think you’re doing?” the voice was muffled by the mask, but he had hesitated. with the direction things were going, he was surprised at the stir within his pants.