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#Ghost Face Killer
fuforthought · 1 year
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One of the greatest characters in kung fu cinema history, Ghost Face Killer, obliterates a foe in The Mystery of Chess Boxing (1979)
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kydv404 · 1 year
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What's your favorite scary movie? (Sticker hereeee)
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mychameleondays · 5 months
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Wu-Tang Clan: Enter The Wu-Tang (36 Chambers)
RCA/Loud/Sony/Legacy 88875 169851, 2016
Originally released: 9 November 1993
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beebeedibapbeediboop · 7 months
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Spooky season is almost there...who you gonna call?
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nothingbysomebody · 1 year
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anstay · 9 months
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aeryartsco · 11 days
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I turned my pink pixel killers into stickers, which are now available on my Etsy Aeryartco! Which icon is your favorite?
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tartelettomatcha · 6 months
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My horror flash tattoo serie is done ❤️ so proud of my xenomorph!! And so happy to have already tattooed Ghost Face and Pyramid Head …. 🛐
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ijustwannahavefunn · 2 years
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This year's Halloween icons! Feel free to use them as your profile picture, and it would be great if you can credit me 😘
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andaboop · 7 months
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Who's the weak one now??!?! Ghostface Chase my beloved ❤️
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doodleebug13 · 9 months
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He's so slay
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ex0skeletal-undead · 6 months
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Candy Corn Ghost Mug by Scrimshaw Pottery
(These are available for sale 10/31/23 at 9:30pm EST)
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pixeechix21 · 6 months
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Halloween Hunt
ghostface x fem!reader
TW: knife play, primal, mask kink, chasing, rough sex, vulgar words, choking, blood play (v. minor dw), smut, alcohol mentioning, unprotected, p in v, scare/fear kink, hunted, v. rough
WC:1461
Pt2
Halloween night:
The pink bag stares at you, laying on your duvet covers. Your foot is nervously going up and down. you r at a safe distance watching it you hadn’t opened it yet, too scared to do it. Come on y/n just do it, like it's going to be Jason’s hand or head. Wait, could it? You urge yourself to open the delicate pink bag. It’d be best to open it just to make sure it’s not, you go on. Then you go for it knowing you’d just spiral in your own thoughts. The tissue paper is put to the side and inside the bag you pull out a beautiful silk and lace pink dress. It was smooth as you put it on your body. Trying it on it fit perfectly, almost as if it was tailored just for your body.
If I was going to be his princess I’ll show him just how much I can be. You rummage through your messy dorm and combine random pieces to make your costume whole: white sparkly heels, fairy wings, and a tiara. “Wow! You look like a magical fairy princess queen!” your bestie exclaims barging into your room, leaving the door open. 
You twirl happily, “thank you… what are you meant to be?” You look at her slip-dress with the picture of some old white man. 
“A Freudian slip,” my dorm neighbor stops in the hallway. Both of us look stunned at the intrusion of the stranger. “Oh my god! That’s right!” your friend claps happily. 
You both leave your room passing the bottle back and forth heading to Devin’s frat house on the edge of the campus. 
Once you get there you’re on alert suddenly remembering the game. A couple bros try to feel you up as you’re both dancing in the sweaty crowd. Sheila pushes them off shouting, “trust me you didn’t need a mask you’re already scary and ugly normally,” you laugh together, watching not to spill your drinks. 
You feel disappointed not having spotted him yet. The anticipation building. You forget how many hours pass but then everything changes. You're feeling hot and shout to your friend that you need air. Stumbling and pushing past the masses, you look up from your feet. You almost shit yourself at him standing there looking at you. There is a small pose of girls surrounding him, but he looks only at you and you can just imagine him smiling devilishly. Those girls don’t even know what their fucking with. 
You reach outside, puffing out a breath of steamy air. The game is on, he spotted you. You need to run, to hide, don’t get caught. Looking left and right you sprint straight to the edge of campus and out into the woods, following the path. Thank God for the years of pageant training and running from the cops in unstable shoes. 
Footsteps are following you, determined. Your arms are swinging and your legs are burning as you run as fast as you can. The cold nipped at your face, causing the whipping of the branches to sting ferociously. You turn left abruptly and hide behind a large oak tree. This time it’s your own hand gripping your mouth shut, so he can’t hear you. The footsteps slow down, he’s searching for you. 
“Aww I was having so much fun,” he complains, “I won't hurt you I swear. Well not unless you beg for it,” he says out into the dark. He slowly passes you, and you see the back of him, thinking you're safe. You hold a nearby stick and lunge out of your hiding place, screaming. You're on top of him bringing down your stick. He catches your hand and you release it from the pain. He flips both of you over, his hand holding both of yours over your head. “You’re so pretty when you’re angry,” he says, trailing his knife down the side of your face, following your jawline, finishing with the point tilting your heads to look up at him. “You stole my coffee asshole!” you bite out. His chuckle is endearing. As he comes close to your face you wish you could see his eyes, or even his smile. 
You struggle under him as the cold sets in. Your chest rises and falls in shallow breaths as his knife touches your thong. You clench in anticipation, you can hear his breaths rapidly and the feeling of his hands holding you tightly. His hand feels your wetness through the thin layer. He starts ever so delicately circling your clit, making your hips push up to meet his fingers. He lets go of your hands and pushes your hips back down to the floor. “You have to be good if you want it,” he says gruffly, shaking his head. The torture goes on to the point where your stubbornness breaks down, “ple- fuck- please mr.gohstface,” you writhe desperately. 
“Say it louder,” he palms your clit harder, almost pushing to the edge.
“Please! I’m about to-” you shudder as you're blinded by your orgasm. His fingers continue working relentlessly, and you nearly cry as you come again. Taking out his fingers you sigh sadly not wanting it to be finished. 
“Open your mouth,” he demands, and you can feel his hardness pressing into your dripping cunt. You do as you're told and he puts two fingers in, you look up at him and suck them lightly. “You make a man go insane, you know that?” He says hungrily as he looks at his fingers being drawn out of your mouth.
 Longing for more, your hands grab his belt buckle and undo them. Your cold hands feel his cock, and he tenses his abs. He’s on knees and you sit up so that you’re face to face with him hard on. Working your hand up and down you give quick kisses through his boxers. Taking his dick out of the boxes lick the precum coming from the slit, dragging it gradually all the way across. He tosses his head back, trying to control himself as you go at your own pace. Your lips surround him and instantly his hand grips your head. You bob your head up and down, twirling your tongue tantalizing. You feel him grow harder and you pick to the pace. “Shit, just like that,” he groans out. Just as he is about to come, yanks your head back so that you look up at him, mouth open gasping for air. 
“Turn around on your knees,” he releases you and you turn over, your ass up. Normally you’d be self-conscious, but strangely you feel safe with him. “A fucking masterpiece,” he admires cutting off your panties with his knife point, skillfully. Everso slowly you stretch painfully as he puts in his tip. You moan feeling yourself become whole, fulfilled. Once his hips touch your ass you feel tears forming. Dragging himself out slowly back in the friction kills you. You try to ask for him to go faster, rougher, just more. He takes your hair and whispers, “say it. Tell me what you want, I'm at your command.”
 “More. Now.”
 “Anything for you princess,” and immediately his fingers dig into you and he slams into you. You yelp at the sudden movement. He goes on unrelentingly, your knees scrapping on the forest floor. You can hear him grunting with the impact. Your crying at the forces as you orgasms comes over you. “Fuck y/n,” he moans as you milk him. He grabs your hair once more, you arch your back more and he hits you. Lifted up, your head rests on his shoulder and his knife comes to your neck. You smile at the feeling of the horror and thrill coursing through you like an aphrodisiac. “Look at me as I come in you,” he bites out, fucking you to oblivion. He tenses and you feel him coming to you. He releases you and you fall to your hands. He takes out his dick and watches amusedly as his cum comes out of you. You sigh as he takes his fingers and pushes it back into you. 
“Go before I do something I shouldn’t.” he warns.
You run.
A month later:
You haven’t forgotten that night and every now and then you think you see those tattoos or hear his voice. You were sure you were crazy when during your first lecture on business psychology you saw him bent over talking to the seated professor. You know it’s him, just know it. He looks up as he goes on to walk away. Frozen like a statue, you gape as he walks to his seat in the far corner. Smiling knowingly, and winks placing a coffee cup on your seat desk.
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b-star-wonder · 1 year
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Ghost face x reader
Warning-smut , knife play
You don’t know how you ended up like this . Ass up face down on your couch with the serial killer grinding into your ass from behind. All week the news has just been about the serial killer ghost face who by the way is moaning your name into your ear with your arms behind your back . “You know y/n I can feel how wet you are .” He pulls down my pants and sticks two fingers in . My mind starts to go blank by how thick his fingers and the motion he’s doing in my pussy right now. “Look at you panting like a dog from a killers hand.” The only thing I could even utter back was a grunt. Right when I’m about to cum he pulls them out lifting his mask just a little bit and licking off my slick. He chuckles leaning down close to my ear “ you’re getting off to me taking advantage of you huh? You’re such a slut for me…I’ve seen the way you act when I come on tv. You love seeing me kill don’t you my little slut.” I’m about to answer when I feel cold air hit my back . I look down and see my cut up shirt laying on the floor. I’m laying on the couch fully naked now and because of that I can feel just how big and hard he is . He takes my hips and push them forward to get a better look at my glistening pussy. “Now it’s time for the main course.”He takes his tip and just dips it into my hole like he is just testing the waters. He keeps teasing me like this watching to see if I will get fed up with it. He smirks hearing me groan and whine for him. “I want to hear you want me.” He says pulling my head back . “Say it.” I look at him as much as I could from the grip he had on my chin . “ plea-“ I couldn’t even finish because he slammed into me with such force I jolt forward. He starts slamming into me at a pace that makes my head go blank. I don’t even see when he pulls out a shiny blade from his side . I feel the cold metal pressed to my shoulder blade. My pussy flutters when he drags it down my spine “I knew my little slut would like this. I felt how much you clenched on me huh” He slows his pace down to only one hip thrust every few seconds so my mind can focus on the blade that’s running up and down not hard enough to cut all the way but enough to leave beads of blood once in a while . He licks the beads of blood off my back. Leaving little trails of spit. I grip the couch trying to not cum . The way his hips are hitting that spongy spot and the knife are bringing me closer to coming undone so fast my mind can’t keep up. All I can focus on is the sound of our hips and his moans in my ear. One final hard thrust and I come undone. Tears rolling done my face as I clench around him. He throws the knife to the side to grab my hips. He pounds my g spot with vigor . Making me drool onto the pillow that’s under my head . A few more thrust and I feel him shoot his hot cum in me. I try to make a protest to it but my second orgasm ripped from me and I lay spent . He chuckles something I don’t hear but next thing I know I see something flash in front of my eyes. “ of course I have to take photos of my little slut all spent with my seed in her don’t I ? “ he snaps a few more of us and him still inside . He slides out of me to take a photo of the cum dripping out of my red and puffy pussy. He moans at the way it drips onto the couch and leaves a string that connects to my pussy and the couch. He pulls his clothes back on and before he leaves he pats my head. “ Make sure to watch out for me on the tv I’ll be back to claim what’s mine again.”
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kiruyeen · 8 months
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"just your friendly neighborhood serial killer ~☆"
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aeryartsco · 8 months
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Some pink pixel horror icon stickers I made! Which one is your favorite? (Mine are Ghost Face and Michael Myers) 🌸💗
I will have these up as keychains and stickers on my Etsy in the next couple weeks so you can follow my ig aeryart to keep updated!
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