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nitewingbabi · 8 months

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↳ a pretty mouth ⚤ ghostface x female!reader 【 18+ ONLY — Minors DNI 】 warnings ⇢ drinking, sexting, knife play, fingering, oral (m receiving), swearing, orgasm denial, pinning, mentions of blood/killing, degrading, ✉ taking requests first part ▻ please respond…i showed you my cock

It had been days since any kind of attack or sign of ghostface. You almost believed he had disappeared, but it was still in the back of your mind. You never responded to his messages that he sent, and he never came to see you. Not that you really wanted him too.

He was psycho. But there was something about his voice and not knowing who was behind that mask that just made your stomach flip the right way round.

You had multiple missed phone calls from a private or blocked number. You had the upper hand for once.

➤ you can’t ignore me ➤ i’m not going to stop ➤ you can try to shut me out, but i’ll find a way to get back in ➤ and when I do, i’m going to bury myself in that sweet pussy

His texts turned you on the more he sent them. All laced with dirty things you tried not to enjoy.

Clearly you needed to give him something to make him chase you harder. Your parents would start to get suspicious of the large water bills coming through, and the last thing you wanted to give up was your shower head time every night. You felt possessed almost, turning yourself on as you dreamt of him climbing through your window of the night, holding a knife to your throat as he fucked you in ways you haven’t experienced before.

Your legs began to rub to get friction, you needed to stop putting these thoughts in your head. He was a serial killer. The last thing you needed was to be fucking the town’s killer who had threatened your life countless times as well.

When you finished school you went over to your friend’s house to get ready for a party that was happening over the weekend. All day you had multiple messages from him. Nothing new, that was until.

🟪 Gfce23 sent you a snap

The purple box told you everything you needed to know. It was video, with audio. You excused yourself from her room, heading into the bathroom. Opening the video it was once again his cock in his gloved hand, his body more in view this time for you to get a better look. Eyeing over his pale skin.

“Ughnf—this is all for you.” Your clit throbbed at the sudden moaning that came from your phone. Walls tightening at his words. ‘This is all for you’. You licked your lips at the sight of the red tipped cock on your screen that thrusted into his leather glove.

“F-f-fuck y/n.” Hearing him say your name mixed with a whimper as he pumped himself, stomach flexing every time he gasped and his movements picked up just a little more. You found yourself with your fingers dancing between your legs again, toying with yourself. The video ended there. No big finish for you. Your flustered state calmed down when you returned to reality and remembered where you were.

“Jesus, fuck!” You hissed, running fingers through your hair as you tried to finish getting ready. You knew it was wrong but you couldn’t help lusting after him. Evening came finally and it was time to get drunk and enjoy your weekend. No school, no studying, no homework. Just alcohol and boys. Walking into the house it was already crazy, everyone dancing and rubbing themselves up against each other.

A few mindless games of spin the bottle, truth or dare, and many more kids games. You found the keg, pouring yourself a drink before feeling a tap on your shoulder. It was the same guy whose been chasing after you since the first grade.

“Hey y/n, long time no see. Feel like we never talk anymore babe.” You cringed at the pet name he gave you. You liked princess better anyway.

“That’s because we aren’t even friends, I don’t talk to people who aren’t my friends.” You snipped back, walking away from the over-confident jock that didn’t want to take no for an answer it seemed. You swung your head back and downed the drink in the red solo cup.

“Look, y/n. Just give me one chance and if you aren’t into it then I’ll leave you alone.” He chased you. But not in a ‘I’m gonna kill you’ way that you for some reason missed. You felt bad that you never did give him the time of day, and the alcohol was already going to your head. So what was one dance? You allowed him to grab your hand and take you to where everyone else was dancing, rolling your hips against him and allowing yourself to just relax.

It was hard too when you were so sexually frustrated, after what felt like forever of dancing you found your friend. Letting her know you were leaving and going home, she was too busy dancing with a group of guys to care. You thought about walking home but chose to Uber instead.

It was just up the road but in your tipsy state, in a short skirt and with a killer on the loose? What could go wrong?

Your parents were once again gone for the night, using the time away to connect and get their marriage back on track. You didn’t turn on the lights, leaving the house dark and making your way upstairs to your room. Opening the door you didn’t know what you were expecting, but seeing it dark and just as you left it was disappointing. You walked over to your vanity, turning on the lamp and eyes looking into the reflective surface.

Your eyes shot open and you sobered up at the sight of a white mask and dark cloak leaning against your clothing dresser. Your heart began to race and you stood up, turning around to face the masked figure who had been on your mind day and night.

“Surprise princess.” His familiar voice had you buckling at the knees. You wanted to drop to them and suck the one thing he had been teasing you with the last few times you spoke.

“Get on the bed. Now.” A sharp piercing feeling was against your leg, looking down you saw the knife he held in his hand against the flesh of your exposed thigh. Hard enough to indent your skin but not to actually pierce you.

You nodded as you walked backwards, sitting on the soft surface and using your elbows to keep you elevated. Eyes looking into the dark black mesh that hid your mystery killer’s eyes.

“Don’t think I didn’t see you dancing tonight princess. Open your legs.” You did as you were told and audibly gulped. You never saw ghost face at the party, you wondered where he could have been for him to be able to watch you in such a crowded house. Your thigh was met with a cold, metal against it. His knife slowly dragging up from your knee all the way to the crease where your pubic region met your leg.

He looked down between your legs, eyeing off the cute short skirt and red panties you had on. The same ones he loved seeing you in when you first tried them on. He let out a low groan before swiftly flicking his wrist so his knife teared at the delicate lace.

$60, down the drain. But you didn’t care. You just wanted to feel him against you, touching, rubbing, sucking. Your breath hitched as he lowered himself, the mattress dipping on each side of you as he positioned himself between your legs and removed the lacy garment blocking his view. He tilted his head to the side, muttering a ‘fuck’ as he saw your creamy hole gaping. How he wanted to fill it. His leather covered fingers reached out and began to rub at your wet folds, moving the creamy arousal over your clit and labia. Teasing your core with soft, slow touched. You gasped as he dipped a finger into your cunt, a thick ring of cream engulfing his finger as he entered you.

He began pumping, curling his finger each time to graze against your sensitive walls. You began letting out soft mewls at the sensations in the pit of your stomach. A sensation you had only been able to get from a shower head and your own touch. Without warning, he added another two fingers, thrusting harder and quicker now and watching your hips bucking to meet his every movement.

“Look at you, this pink pussy is aching to be touched. I’ve barely started and you’re almost unravelling under my fingers. How many can you take before I have you begging for more?” He hissed as he added his thumb to your clit, watching you let out a squealed whimper and jerk your body under his touch. He chuckled darkly at your reactions, watching your fingers grab at the blanket comforter underneath you.

Your orgasm was building quickly and you wanted to let go. But ghostface, had other plans for you. Before you could even mutter a ‘I’m gonna cum’ he removed himself completely. Hearing you almost cry from pain at the loss of pleasure.

“Oh no, you don’t get to cum yet princess.” You let out a whine at his words, squirming under his arms. He grabbed your wrists, pinning you to the bed and grinding his cock against your core. It was hard and only made you beg for more.

“I want to hear you say you would’ve been honoured to have been killed by me. That it makes you wet and turned on that I could kill you right here, right now. And no one could stop me.” Excitement mixed with panic filled your stomach as you thought about how he would react if you didn’t say it.

“It turns me on, that I’m so helpless and weak, that you could kill me right now and no one would help me…or stop you.” You had to admit to yourself sheepishly, that it was erotic.

“Such a pretty princess, with a pretty pussy. And a pretty mouth. I think we should see how good it feels.” He pulled you to the floor with a loud thud, your wrists hurting from being held in place for so long. He undid the black cloak, the velcro ripping and revealing black jeans. His member pushing against the rough material just dying to get out.

You decided to unbutton his jeans and pull his dick out. It was just as you remembered, pink, swollen and veiny. His tip ached to be touched, a drip of precum oozing out his slit and and running towards the edge of his head. Your eyes met his mask, his hand came to your head and pushed his member past your lip and into the warm embrace of your mouth.

He moaned loudly for the first time, and it made you ache all over again. He thrusted his hips, fucking your throat feverishly and throwing his head back in pleasure. Muttering all kinds of vulgar words under his breath at the sensation he had been chasing since the first time he saw you. You gagged and coughed at the sharpness and uncomfortable feeling of him hitting the back of your throat.

Spittle running down the corners of your lips and chin as he relentlessly unleashed his strength onto you.

“Fucking take it princess, don’t forget how many people had to die for me to feel your pretty lips around my cock. Take it all. Fucking cock-slut.” His degrading words only sparked you to work his member harder, bobbing your heads in rhythm with him now and swirling your tongue around your mouth in no rhythm at all. He didn’t chase his orgasm, your pussy was his endgame.

“On the bed and get on your hands and knees.” He growled, annoyed at himself for not reaching his own high.

“What should I call you?” You asked innocently, big eyes batting at him as you stood to your feet and moved back onto the soft, plush mattress.

“Call me your master.” You moved onto your hands and knees, feels his gloved hands curl around your ankles and pull your legs further apart, in response you also arched your back even more.

“This is gonna be fun.”

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pink-key · 1 month

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Ai chatbot gave me such a hilarious sentence that I had to draw it

#he is so dumb but proud #work killin me lately but i do ai chatbot things between projects #scream #scream movie #scream 1996 #scream franchise #scream ghostface #ghostface #funny #art #my work #horror films #slashers #ghostface fanart

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riddledem0n · 3 months

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Screamposting after sawposting

#guys who do you think is under the mask #scream #scream 1996 #scream fanart #ghostface #ghostface fanart #billy loomis #stu macher #charlie walker #amber freeman #bla bla bla #other people #fanart #scream ghostface #horror #horror fanart

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mattulrichskeetlillard · 18 days

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Happy birthday to these tags in particular:

Bonus Billy

#scream 1996 #billy loomis #skeet ulrich #scream movies #scream ghostface #wes craven

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fandomnerd9602 · 1 year

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Sam: so I’ve been seeing a therapist

Tara: I thought you were dating Y/N

Sam: they’re a therapist right?

Tara: do you actually talking through your problems together?

Sam: oh we don’t do much talking we-

Tara gives her sister the side eye

Sam: play checkers, yeah, that’s what we do

#scream #scream Sam #scream ghostface #scream imagine #melissa barrera #sam carpenter imagine #sam carpenter x reader #sam carpenter #sam x you #ghostface killer #ghostface

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tinythebunni · 11 months

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Perv! Ghostface! Ethan Landry x Naive Reader

“Oh Ya dumb lil thing…”

WARNING: dub con and blood play

(*^‿^*)

Around noon, you arranged for Ethan, your absolute best friend, to meet your boyfriend Jesse at Ethan’s house. You and Jesse had been dating for about a month and you’d never been happier!

Atleast, that’s what you told most people. Sometimes Jesse would get really mad and hit you, really hard. You thought it was because you had done something wrong, so you just didn’t say anything.

But Ethan, the ever perceptive person, caught on to it when you flinched when Jesse wrapped his arm around your shoulder.

Wordlessly, he walked up to him and punched him on the jaw. Jesse fell to the ground, hard.

You just stood there, frozen in shock. Lips parted into a gasp as you watched your boyfriend groan in pain.

Snapping out of it, you yelled at Ethan.

“Why would you do that! He didn’t even do anything this time!”

“This is what best friends do baby, they protect each other” he spoke while slowly pulling out a knife.

He moved so fast, you didn’t even see the glimmer of metal in the light. All you heard was Jesse’s first scream. And then a second, and a third, a fourth, a fifth, and so on.

You could hear the knife stabbing him, like a wet scratching sound. You were frozen with fear. Ethan didn’t stop until he was satisfied with the amount of stab wounds Jesse had.

Jesse was long dead after the 4th stab. Ethan laid his dead body against a wall and turned to you with a look in his eyes that scared you.

He looked rabid, like he was going to pounce on you. You were scared you were next.

And you were. He grabbed you and with all of your strength you tried to get away but he was too strong.

“Stop fucking touching me! Let me go!”

He didn’t listen to you, he just lowly whistled as he carried you over to his couch. He dropped you and watched as you crawled as far as possible on the couch and tried to make yourself as small as possible.

He didn’t say anything for a while. He just watched you sit there and think. Eventually, you started crying, which confused Ethan.

Weren’t you happy now that you were safe? He tilted his head, watching you like a confused puppy.

“Why you crying baby?”

“You killed my fucking boyfriend” you screamed as he tried to get closer to you. There was only so much room on this couch. You had to make a run for it.

When Ethan reached to touch you, you kicked him in the gut and ran for the door.

You didn’t make it 3 steps before he had you pulled on his lap. Your back was to his stomach and you were staring directly at your ex boyfriends dead eyes.

You started to sob uncontrollably. You were so so scared. In the midst of your crying, you could feel something poking you. Something hard and long. Was he gonna kill you now?!

“Please please don’t kill me! I thought we were best friends Ethan! I never did anything wrong to you and I just-“

He didn’t let you finish his sentence, he kissed you. It was hard and rushed. You tried to push away from him but he didn’t let you. Dropping his knife, he wrapped his arms around your waist and pushed you closer to him.

You beat your fists against his chest as you tried and tried to get away from him. But it was no use, he was stronger than you. You went slack, letting him finish kissing you. There was nothing you could do anyways.

Ethan smirked into the kiss when he felt you give up. Slowly pushing you to sit on his lap, he licked your lip, asking for permission.

You didn’t realize it but you parted your lips immediately for him. Your body knew what you wanted, your head just couldn’t catch up.

You could feel his tongue exploring your mouth. Every crevice, every bump, everywhere. He had complete control of you

He slowly pulled away from the kiss for air. Your eyes were closed still, and your lips parted and gleaming with saliva.

You tried to lean back in for more, but Ethan leaned away from you, teasing you.

You opened your eyes with a pout and a whine. You wanted him to kiss you again. At this point, you had forgotten about your boyfriend in the haze of the kiss.

“Come on baby, ya gotta tell me what you want.” He smiled at you, flipping the knife over in his hand. He could feel a wet spot forming on his crotch from you.

Fuck, he was so hard. He needed to be in you right now. “I want more! I wanna kiss again.”

God you were adorable. Your lips forming words with a slight out as your eyes formed slight tears. You were still scared, eyeing his knife every so often.

He pulled you back in, and this time you kissed him back with just as much passion and roughness. You were inexperienced, he could tell. Your lips moved like you had no idea what to do.

Ethan slowly made his way down to your neck, leaving kisses in his wake. His lips parted and sucked on the brown skin in between your neck and shoulder.

He licked and sucked as you fidgeted in his lap. It felt so good! He was making you feel so good. You knew this was wrong, for gods sake, he just killed your boyfriend!

You didn’t really want him anyways, you’d always liked Ethan. Ever since that first sleepover you guys had.

“Ethan, please!” You whined as you started grinding on his lap.

“Poor baby, is this not enough?” He said with a mocking pout. He wanted you to work for it. He knew what you wanted, you just had to say it.

“I want more! Please please give me more, I wanna feel good, please please please make me feel good!” You we’re babbling like you weren’t even thinking about your words.

Ethan moved to lay you down on the couch as he picked his knife up once more. He lifted it up to your lips as he eyed you.

“Lick it.”

You didn’t know why, but you did. It tasted metallically and nasty. You licked the blood clean off the knife, just like he wanted.

Once you were done, he slowly trailed the blade down to your neckline of the shirt you had on. It was a cute little pink shirt with a white bow in the middle.

Wordlessly, he looked you in the eyes and cut clean through the fabric of your top. He then trailed it down to your shorts and cut through those too. Now you were just clad in your underwear and bra, all for him.

He trailed his knife down to your thigh, as he thought about what to do next.

And then he got an idea. You could feel the first time the knife peirced your flesh, not deep, only a small cut. He was cutting you, writing something.

You cried out in pain, this hurt so much! You started crying again. You hated how this felt but you loved how Ethan was looking at you right now.

“Such a fucking crybaby, can’t take what I’m giving you without a little bit of pleasure.” You DDINT get a chance to answer as he licked your clit through your underwear.

You whines in pleasure as your back arched up off the couch, lips parted in an “O”. He licked up and circled your clit with his tongue and you could feel the wet fabric rubbing your lips.

You didn’t even realize he had finished cutting you until you looked down at him. He had his knife on your thigh, tip covered in your blood.

His head was in between your thighs, circling your clit through your underwear and thumb teasing your hole, like he was gonna push it in.

But what really caught your attention was the bloody words on your thigh. ‘Ethan’s Bitch’

You could feel yourself getting even wetter as you moaned at the thought of walking around with these words on your thigh.

You were knocked out of your thoughts when ethan pulled his head away. You were about to whine but ethan was already pulling your underwear down and wrapping his lips around your cunt.

You gasped and your head tilted back as you whines and moaned. His lips wrapped around your clit, his left thumb rubbing your lips. He slowly pushed his finger inside you, fingering you slowly as he made you feel good with his tongue.

He looked up at you as your moans got louder and more high pitched. Your head was leaning over the arm of the couch, eyes closed and lips parted in pleasure. Your eyebrows scrunched up like you were confused. Back arching up into the air and hands grasping at the couch for something to ground you.

Fuck, you were a dream! Ethan grabbed the knife and pulled away from your clit. You looked down to see him lick the blood off the tip and slowly make its way towards your clit.

He flipped the knife around so that the handle was facing you. You and him made eye contact as he pushed the handle inside.

Your lips parted as no sound released and your eyes closed again.

But Ethan wasn’t having that. “Look me in the eyes when I fuck you, baby. I wanna see how good I’m making you feel.”

You opened your eyes and looked into his. He looked at you with the most love in his eyes, like you were his idea of heaven.

He thrust it into you as you moaned and your chest rose and feel with each hitching breath. You could feel yourself getting closer and closer to your peak.

Ethan could tell you were about to cum, so he leaned down once more and started to kitten lick your clit.

You didn’t last long after that. You came with a scream and a moan of his name. You spasmed under his touch, like you were being electrocuted.

He licked and fucked you through your high and watched as you went limp. Your thighs gleaming with salvia and blood, your cunt leaking your cum.

You looked up at him after a while and leaned up to his face. You were a little uncertain but you leaned in for a kiss. He kisses you back, of course.

You parted your lips and his tongue slipped him. There was no fight for dominance, you were under his complete control. You were submitting yourself to him. The thought made his cock ache.

He could feel it throbbing in his jeans. Like a reminder of his leaking tip and need to cum.

He pulled away and flipped you around so your back was to his. You were face to face with your boyfriend again. You didn’t care anymore though, you just wanted Ethan to make you feel good.

You could hear him unbuckling his pants and you reached behind you to help him pull his jeans down. You could feel his cock pressing into your ass as he ground up into you.

You leaned your head on his shoulder and kissed him once more. He pulled his cock out his boxers and started stroking himself.

He whimpered into the kiss as he finally got some kind of relief. When you finally realized what he was doing, you wanted to help. You used the hand closest to you to wrap around his cock.

You were giving him a hand job and Ethan was gonna cum soon. Your hand felt so much better than his. It was soft, slight calluses from working, doing something.

Your hand stroked him and you angled it so that when you reached the tip, your palm would run over it and give him more pleasure. It felt right.

Ethan groaned into the kiss, hands shaking behind you. He pulled away as he used his hands to hold him up on the couch as he leaned back and panted. He was close, really fucking close.

His cheeks were pink and his pupils blown. He was no longer groaning anymore. He was whining your name, over and over again. You felt his cock spasm in your hand and you looked down to see it.

8 1/2 inches, red mushroom tip, and god he was thick. Mesmerized, you leaned down to lick the tip, and that was when Ethan came. You felt him arch his back and before you could realize it, he was pushing your head down so you’d be deepthroating him.

You couldn’t breathe, but he didn’t care. He started to fuck your throat as he came. Thick white cum spilling down your throat as he thrust hard and fast into your mouth. You could feel his thigh against your nose and his pelvis against your cheek.

You went limp and let him do what he wanted once more. He rode himself through his high and once he was down, he let you up for air. You gasped and tried to pull in as much air as possible.

He flipped you around again and you felt his cock against your naked back.

“My turn baby, think you can take all of me in that pretty pussy of yours?”

#Ethan Landry #Ethan Landry smut #Ethan ghostface #scream #ghostface #Ethan Landry ghostface #scream ghostface #perv ethan #naive reader #ethan Landry imagine #ghostface smut #scream six #scream 6 #scream six smut

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wonder-waffle93 · 6 months

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SCREAM - GHOSTFACE

#wonderwaffleart #original character #digital art #digital drawing #movies #scary movies #scream #scream movie #halloween art #halloween #all hallows eve #scream ghostface #ghostface

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nereeitor · 9 months

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"say cheese!"

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bunbunbl0gs · 10 months

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︶︶ ୨♡୧ ︶︶ ⊹𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕⊹ ︶︶ ୨♡୧ ︶︶ ✩𝒏𝒉𝒍✩ ✩ 𝒐𝒃𝒙 ✩ ✩𝒈𝒐𝒕 ✩ ✩𝒅𝒐𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒐 ✩ ✩𝒕𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒑 ✩ ✩𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒑𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 ✩ ✩𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒅 ✩ ✩𝒕𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 ✩ ✩𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 ✩ ✩𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 ✩ ✩𝒂𝒉𝒔 ✩ ✩𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎 ✩ ✩𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒏𝒘𝒐𝒍𝒇 ✩ ✩𝒕𝒎𝒓 ✩ ✩𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒔 ✩ ✩𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓✩

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mrklonn · 5 months

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Random Sketches.

#helluva boss #mammon #blitzo #scream ghostface #@junkkey #Adam #hazbin hotel

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deadxdoll · 7 months

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#goth #gothic #goth aesthetic #goth girl #aesthetic #scream #ghostface #billy loomis #ghostface scream #scream ghostface #horror #horror lover #horror core #goth gf

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pink-key · 26 days

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the aftermath

Goofy thing I drew with my son after marathoning scream movies I have a soft spot for the ghostface from the third movie

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sov666sov · 6 months

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"what's your favourite scary movie?"

#укртумбочка #art #fanart #украрт #ghostface #ghostface fanart #ghostface scream #scream #scream ghostface #scary movies #movies #scream art #scream fanart #sketches #sketch

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fandomnerd9602 · 27 days

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Carpenter Sisters x Male Punisher Reader

Ghostface charges towards the Carpenter sisters and…

Blam! The killer is shotgun blasted off to the side…

Y/N: I hate clowns in masks

Ghostface tries to get back up and then is shot again…

Sam: thanks Y/N

Y/N gives a wink…

Tara: where did you meet Y/N again?

Sam: support group

#scream #scream 6 #scream ghostface #ghostface #sam carpenter #tara carpenter #jenna ortega #melissa barrera #scream movie #scream franchise

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mlmxreader · 1 year

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Cold To the Touch | Mickey Altieri x gn!reader

anonymous asked: Can I request "You're freezing, come here" w Mickey Altieri 👀 reader is cold in the play/theater area and he cuddles with them 👀 ♥

summary: it's cold in the theatre, but at least there is one way to warm up

tws: biting

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When it wasn't putting on an actual production, the theatre could get so cold that you could have sworn you could see your own breath; all the way at the very back row of seats, it was difficult to see the stage and to see if Sidney was actually doing any good with running her lines.

Derek and Hallie and Randy were near the front, sat at the row behind the very front, cheering her on and although they kept asking you to join them, you didn't want to intrude on their moment. It wasn't your place, anyway, as Mickey's partner, you were just an additional piece of flesh to the group and you weren't really that close to any of them; except maybe Randy, as he did have a similar taste in films to you.

You were more preoccupied with the man of the hour as it was, though. With his hand on your thigh and his lips on your neck, you couldn't help but to smile and laugh when he nibbled and nipped at the sensitive skin nearest to your throat; his hand slowly trailing further up, towards the waistband of your cargo trousers. But then he stopped, and you were more than displeased as you let out a soft groan under your breath.

"You're freezing, come here," he murmured, spreading his legs and getting as comfortable as he could.

When you dared to sit on his lap, he wasted no time in shrugging off his jacket and putting it on you, taking a second to admire how much he liked it when you were his clothes; he didn't think about resuming his previous activity, keeping you steady on his lap as you shifted around until your back was against his chest and he could lay his chin on your shoulder, keeping you oh so terribly close.

He was so warm, so soft and so welcoming as he held onto you tightly. He wouldn't be going anywhere any time soon, and was more than happy to let you steal some of his warmth as he slowly began to kiss up and down the side of your neck, occasionally stopping to gently bite the edge of your ear. He was trying to rile you up, trying to make you yelp his name and beg for an actual kiss, but he knew that it would take more than that.

Maybe he didn't have the purest of intentions, but Mickey did quite like holding you against him with your back against his chest.

"Mickey, I know what you're trying to do," you warned with a slight growl to your voice.

You could see right through him, you always had a talent for being able to see his most dark and insidious intentions, and although Mickey often despised it and loathed it, he couldn't help but to smile this time as he licked his lips and swallowed thickly.

He wanted to know how far he could push you to get a reaction out of you; maybe he could push you to the point where you were out of breath and absolutely ragged, begging for him to hurry up and kiss you properly. Maybe he could make you need it so badly that you would say it loud enough for Sidney to hear it on the stage; he did always like it when you got tired of him, and he always more than made up for it with all the kisses he could.

Sometimes he had to rent horror films to watch with you, but he usually could make it all up to you by peppering every inch of you with the sweet kisses that he knew you liked so much.

Usually.

Mickey always did like it that you weren't stupid and that you would always end up knowing what he was doing, what little games he was trying to play; it kept things interesting in your relationship, and gave him an excuse to try and be more sneaky about it all. He loved the little games that he could play with you, even if you did catch him out every single time.

But he couldn't deny that he likes the way that you reclined into him that little bit better; the feeling of having you so close, of knowing that you weren't going to go anywhere so long as you could steal his warmth. He had you exactly where he had you, and he wouldn't have changed that for the world; even if he was asked by his financer to do it, he wouldn't.

Mickey wanted to stay with you, he wanted to keep playing little games for as long as he could. Of course he worried, from time to time, about what his financer would think and whether or not she would ask him to do the one thing he wasn't entirely sure if he could; it was hard to swallow the unthicklable, it was hard to try and come to a solid decision on that one at least.

But for now, he could enjoy just existing with you, and he could enjoy the way that you leaned into him and how you stole his warmth.

"I'm not doing anything," Mickey purred, biting down and sucking at a particular spot on the side of your neck that he knew would be almost impossible to completely cover up and to be certain that no one would see it.

He liked it when the marks he put on your skin were visible, he liked it when he could see that you were all his and you weren't going to go anywhere without him; he took a single glance at the others, and drummed his fingers against you as he hummed.

You frowned. "What little scheme are you thinking about now?"

"Oh, not a scheme," he shook his head. "I was just thinking, if you're really that cold, we could always go back to my room."

You didn't want to rouse suspicion, but all the same, the promise of his nice and warm bed and being cuddled into his side beneath his nice and thick blanket was too promising; really, you couldn't be the one to blame - his bed was always so warm and so comfortable, and with Mickey there holding onto you, you were that little bit more tempted. You bit at your lip, but eventually, you nodded.

"Alright, I'm down."

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