#mr. ghostface

[sxmpfxrortega]

Blinded by Secrets

an: hello :) i am back and *not so* better than ever. I'm gonna be doing multiple chapters of this because there's quite a lot.

Warnings: blood, kissing (later on), nsfw (also later on), mentions of unalivings

ps. this is a g!p reader story :)

hope you enjoy!

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It was a chilly night in New York, you were getting goosebumps despite your robe and your mask.

The wind picks up as you near the river, you let out an exasperated huff.

You take the lifeless body that was once over your shoulder and sit him on the ledge, dumping him into the water.

As he begins to sink, your phone dings; it's a message from Tara, your best friend.

Tara: Hey, where are you? The friend group's been looking for you... you're making us worried.

You sigh in frustration as you hit the call button, calling her.

Tara picks up after the first ring, her voice filled with worry.

"Hey, are you okay? We thought something terrible happened to you. Where are you?" she fires off quickly.

You laugh into the phone, finding her rapid fire of questions adorable, "Uh-no? I had to pick up my little brother from his friend's house. I'm sorry, he had a panic attack." You lied easily to her despite the feeling of hatred you had for yourself doing so... but you can't let her know what you've just done.

The relief in her voice can be heard, "Oh my god, is he okay? Are you still with him?"

You sigh a little, your head has a dull pounding, "I just dropped him off, I'm heading to the apartment in a bit, I need to change."

She sounds more relaxed once you say that, but you can still hear a tinge of worry laced in her voice, "Why do you have to change? Is something wrong?"

Shit. Probably shouldn't have mentioned that.

You stammer slightly, trying to think of something quickly, "No, yeah, everything's fine, I just uh... spilled some coffee in my lap. You know me, clumsy and now unfortunately sticky."

You laugh awkwardly and slap your forehead and think to yourself, 'nice one, jackass'

Luckily, she laughs as well, "You and coffee stains don't go well together, huh?"

You smile and imagine that cute smile that shows her dimples.

God, are you a simp or are you a simp?

You chuckle softly, "It definitely is better consumed, I must say."

She giggles sweetly at your sarcasm, more relaxed, "Okay well... you said you'll be here soon? How long will you be?"

You think to yourself for a moment, your eyes scanning the dark alleyway, "Uh... give me like 20 and I'll be there."

You can practically hear the smile in her voice, "Alright, hurry up then, I'm ready for some cuddles."

You're taken aback, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks, "O-oh?"

Your brain is malfunctioning as you tug at the collar of your robe.

She laughs deviously, "You heard me."

Your mouth opens and closes for a moment, barely able to formulate a sentence, "How could I resist?"

She laughs, "You can't, so hurry up. I miss you, dork."

Your heart is hammering in your chest, and just for a moment, you forgot you just dumped a body into the river.

"Who all's there right now?" You say, clearing your throat, trying hard to regain your composure.

She takes a breath before responding, "Quinn, Ethan, and me. We're in the middle of a game, but I want you right now."

Your eyebrows raise at how bold she was being.

Jesus Christ, Tara Carpenter will be the death of you, and you're more than okay with that.

Your words are quiet, "Where's your sister, goober? She hardly leaves you alone."

She lets out an exaggerated sigh, "I know, I'm surprised as well... she's actually with the guy next door. Now will you please stop playing 20 questions with me and get here so I can see you!?"

You can hear the pout in her tone and practically see the puppy dog eyes.

You chuckle at her, "Ma'am yes ma'am, don't wanna keep you waiting."

She giggles cutely, "Finally, I can't wait to see you."

You smile to yourself a bit at her dramatics, "I'll see you in a bit, okay?"

"Okay, hurry it up." She says with a laugh.

You hang up the phone and sigh harder, looking down at your body.

You have blood all over you from the person you just killed.

You rip your Ghostface outfit off and throw it in the gym bag in your trunk.

Jumping in the driver's seat, you speed off to your apartment to change.

[isagoodcatname]

Mr. Ghostface is a good cat name.

SCREAM (1998) dir. Wes Craven

[fromduck]

Me with you guys simping over hot men

[woodsboromassacre]

ghostface always doing something

[gilverrwrites]

Come now, Boy Wonder ︎

Dick Grayson/Reader, 550 words Kinktober entry 5: Male squirting Warnings: CNC: hero/villain roleplay | Overstim | Bondage Requested by: Anonymous

His stormy blue eyes glare at you all the way though his orgasm. As dark and turbulent as a storm despite the pathetic, pretty choked up sounds that emanate from his swollen lips. His bare feet curve against the hard and filthy concrete flooring, supporting his body as he arches away from the pole his hands are bound too. Every muscle in his toned and sweat-slick body taut as he mindlessly ruts into your palms, white-hot cum spilling from his reddened cock head for the second time tonight and dribbling down your arm until he’s spent and collapses back onto the floor.

Sympathetic as you are, you allow him a short moment to catch his breath; for the pink to drain from his face and recognition to creep back into his eyes before you start again; running your thumb along the half-softened tip of his length until he twitches, attempting to pull back from you, only to press himself harder into the metal slab behind him.

“Come now, Boy Wonder. Surely, you’ve got more to give than that.” You tease, and he glares at you from behind his domino mask; the only slither of pride you’ve allowed him to retain.

You can tell from the stiff pursing of his lips that he wants to quip back at you. He’s always prided himself on being the witty one after all, but all that leaves his mouth is as a string of nonsensical whines as you wrap your other hand around the base of his uncut cock and start to glide your hand up and down his shaft in a ruthless, unending rhythm. Using his release as lubrication.

“C-c-can’t.” He finally spits, voice shaking in time with each tremor that creeps along his spine.

“Don’t be such a defeatist, Nightwing.” You scold, and his shaft begins to pulse between your tight grip, a telltale sign that another release is moments away. “You can, and you will.”

To aid his approaching climax, you squeeze his crown between your thumb and forefinger, massaging it in complementary circles as he begins to buck and wither at the overstimulation once more.

“Please, no. Nononono.” In spite of his negativity, another climax rakes through his worn-out body. This one watery and wild. It sails into the air, and you aim his throbbing cock toward him, ensuring every drop falls back onto this heated body. Even you hadn’t expected so much of it, but it keeps coming, salty droplets landing and clinging all along his form. He truly is wasted, to fucked to spit it out when glob after glob hits his heavy tongue.

“Wooooooooooow.” The smile on your lips is profane as you patronise him, but when he looks into your amazed eyes, he can’t fight the prideful smile that spreads across his face. “Never knew you were a squirter. Learn something new every day.”

“You’re gonna fucking pay for that.” He bites back, but there’s no energy behind it as his body goes lax. Head lolling to the side, cum coated chest heaving up and down with each unsteady breath. “Wait till I get my hands on you.”

“Oh you're so scary. Please don't hurt me Mr Hero.” You mock, laughing at him, not with him; it’s still your turn after all, and you're far from finished with him just yet.

Please remember, you deserve good things!

Kinktober Masterlist

[peachsukii]

𝑁𝑜𝑤 𝐼 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑟𝑒𝑑.

The amazing @foreveryeta perfectly brought to life the fun idea of Kats and I as a Ghostface duo! Lovers that slay together, stay together. 🔪❤️‍🩹

[sirlancenotalot]

[cha0ticlesbian]

I need fics where ALL the characters are alive and together and I mean EVERYONE

Pls give me recs🫶

[crazycoke-addict]

Forget the plaid shirts. The new notice unlocked nearly every character who turns out to be ghostface, which tends to wear either blue or white.

White represents purity, while Blue represents relaxation. This is the opposite to them since the majority of their motive is either revenge or fame.

[itsaaudraw]

lady ghostface(s)

[sxmpfxrortega]

y'all i'm sorry for going ghost but i promise that i have another fic coming out soon.

it's a Tara x ghostface!reader fic so i hope y'all enjoy. i do be having the covid rn so i'm just trying to get the motivation to write the rest of it.

you guys are amazing though! i hope all of you are doing well!

[brokehorrorfan]

Grab some snacks for Cavity Colors' Ghost Face shirts designed by Devon Whitehead, Jert, and Puis Calzada. Priced at $30, they'll ship the week of October 11.

[pinkrifle]

imagine ghostface with an autistic victim, or just someone who likes to talk

“what’s yr fave scary movie”

“eeeeeerrrrr.. *goes on a talking spree for a rough hour before deciding that wasn’t their favorite and again talks about another scary movie for ANOTHER hour.* “

*immediate dial tone*

[tha-wrecka-stow]

You Can Find The Original Version -> Here

[uselessalexis165]

i am very unoriginal 🐢

[cornerofhell]

So you know how everyone always views Ghostface as a singular person?

What if instead they were a fusion of all the previous Ghostfaces, like something out of Steven Universe or Ennard from FNAF or something.

Billy: I know damn well that we're not letting that bitch get away- FUCK!

Mickey: I told you not to give Stu the goddamn controls.

Stu: I'm sorry, what's your kill count bitch?!

Mrs Loomis: BOYS! Settle down!

All three: SHUT UP DEBBIE.

Roman:.... I should have just gotten therapy.