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wasawattpadkid · 1 year

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Call Me Dewey

Summary: Dewey's coworker set him up on a blind date with no other than you.

Pairing: Dewey Riley x Fem!reader

Warnings: insane amounts of fluff

Dewey was sweating at the idea of leaving the house. "How do I look?" Tatum rolled her eyes standing up. "You look like a narc. Come here." She unbuttoned a few buttons on his shirt making him look just a little less uptight. "Do I smell okay?" He lifted his arm making sure his deodorant did its job. "Ew. I don't understand why you're doing this." Tatum crinkled her nose secretly praying Dewey didn't get his heart broken. When he told her the news she was ready for it to be a prank. Something they could laugh about at work the next day. "I don't get it either." He picked the flowers he bought you up before he hit the door. "Make sure to tell her if she hurts you I'm coming for her." Tatum was dead serious and it made Dewey smile. "Will do."

He drove his mom's car because Tatum told him his jeep was "total chick repellent." Dewey checked his reflection in the mirror running over the usual lines for a first date. "What do you do for work?" He said the sentence several times making sure to get it right. You watched the man you're supposed to go out with talk to himself in his car. Gently you knocked on the window. Dewey looked at you screaming in fright. You jolted back with a scream of your own not ready for anything that just occurred. "Oh my gosh!" He said as he opened the door.

"I didn't mean to scare you." You spoke as he wiped his sweaty hands off on his pants. "No I yelled first. Heh..." He awkwardly laughed. You really had a thing for the shy ones. "You look handsome." You complimented him finding it refreshing there was still men who put effort into dates. "You do too. Oh- well you look pretty, very beautiful." He stumbled over his words trying to fix his mistake. You placed a hand on his arm calming him down. "Thank you. Are you ready to get going?" He smiled appreciating your kind nature. Just then he remembered the flowers in his car. "Oh wait!" He spun around pulling the small bouquet from the front seat. "Those are for me?" It was a rhetorical question. "Of course. Who else would they be for?"

Dewey watched your smile get bigger hearing his words. "I'm going to put these in some water and I'll be right back!" You ran back to into your house mentally cursing yourself for not dressing up more. He was attractive. The ironed button up he wore did nothing but favors for him. "Fuck he's cute." You mumbled as you placed the flowers in the tall glass you found in the cabinet. You check your reflection again before heading back outside. Dewey stood outside the car waiting to open the door for you. You bit your lip trying to quickly raise your standards. The man you just met couldn't win you over by just opening the door.

"Thank you." He grinned. "It's no problem." Dewey got into the car starting up the engine. "Do you like Mexican food? There's a neat little restaurant right in town." You picked at your fingernails nervous about how this could go. "Sounds great to me." There was an uncomfortable silence as he drove towards town. "Ryan told me your name is Y/n. I want to make sure I'm saying it right." You saw the slight tremble in his hands wrapped around the steering wheel. "Yeah that's right. It's Dewey right?" The man driving seemed to get embarrassed by the mention of his name. "It's actually Dwight, everyone at the station calls me Dewey. It's a nickname."

"What would you like me to call you?" Dewey tried to hide his smile. No one had ever asked him what he preferred to be called. Even when he corrected someone they still called him Dewey. "Well my friends call me Dewey." It wasn't really an answer to your question. "Okay, when we become friends I'll call you Dewey. Until then it's Dwight." The grown man nodded. "I like that." You both talked back and forth having the usual boring small talk. "What do you do for work?" "How long have you done that?" It was played out but you supposed it was a necessary question.

"Wait I'll get your door for you." Dewey said once he parked the car. He quickly walked around the car holding his hand out for you to grab. "Thank you." You said again walking into the restaurant. The two of you sat down immediately picking up where you left off. "You actually got a cat down from a tree?" You giggled making him laugh as well. "It was a slow day and the poor guy was bound to freeze." The image of Dewey trying to pull a cat from a tree was sure to last awhile. "That was very heroic of you." The waiter came up taking your drink orders before quickly leaving. "I like to think so." Dewey changed the subject towards you. "Do you have any pets?" As you answered Dewey listened to every word. Mentally taking note just so he wouldn't forget later on.

An hour passed like it was minutes. "You're lying!" Dewey held up his fingers. "Scouts honor." Your date talked about work drama and family stories. He seemed to have a story about everything. You both shared childhood memories and little facts about yourselves. Dewey worried when you first got to the restaurant. He didn't date in fact this was the first date he's ever been on. The way Tatum talked she figured it wasn't going to go well. She was always the more realistic person when it came to life. Dewey liked to see the better of people giving everyone their fair chance.

The waiter walked by dropping off the check. Immediately Dewey grabbed the little paper. "How much was mine? I've got cash on me." You always offered to pay for your food. Some men in your dating history had this idea in their head that if they paid for your food you owed them something in return. You happened to know you were worth more than a 15 dollar meal. "I'll take care of it." He smiled at you thinking it was sweet you even offered. "How much was it?" Dewey shook his head at you. "Don't worry about it." It was a kind gesture. Maybe gentleman still existed?

Once the bill was paid Dewey walked you back to his car holding your hand. You felt like a teenager again with butterflies in your stomach. He held the door letting you slip into your seat. You might actually like him. The car started as he rubbed his hand together. "You'll have to help me get back to your place since it's dark." He put the car in reverse pulling out of the parking lot. "Sure." The conversation never stopped. You talked about your favorite shows and movies while he told you about whatever he caught on TV the night previous. The view of your house down the road actually upset you. You wanted to continue talking to him.

"It's right there on the end." You pointed as he pulled up the the residence. "Don't worry about opening my door." You reassured him but he argued. "I'll get your door. My mom would kill me if she found out I didn't hold the door for a pretty lady." Dewey stepped out leaving you to quietly kick your feet. "Y/n." He spoke helping you out of the car. "I had a wonderful time with you tonight." Dewey once again grew nervous fearful of rejection. "I had a good time too. Do you think we could do it again next week?" You stole the words from his mouth. "Really? I mean- yes!" You laughed at his excitement as he walked you to your door. "Are you in the phone book?" He asked hoping you didn't need to write your number down. Dewey hadn't planned to get this far he didn't bring a paper or a pen. "Yep I'm under L/n."

"I'll give you a call tomorrow if that's alright?" Dewey thought about calling you when he got home but he didn't want to seem to clingy. "I look forward to it." He smiled that boyish smile you'd started to grow fond of. "Have a good night Y/n." He said as he started to walk back to his car. "Goodnight Dwight." The man turned around smiling as he spoke. "Call me Dewey."

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dahliaslove · 11 months

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⭑ GIVING DEWEY RILEY HEAD

⭑ author's note: english is not my first language so please be kind, but also this is my first time posting any of my writing so i do appreciate feedback! (just be nice about it)

⭑ warnings: oral, praise, dewey being a sap, reader being a sap, Dewey whimpers, fingering, there’s no use of y/n, dewey calls reader sweetie occasionally, a bit ooc because i got carried away

⭑ word count: 1.38k

⭑ pairing: Dewey Riley x f!reader

minors please do not interact!

Dewey’s hands normally nervously hovering around his side are now gripping onto the top of your head as he tries not to rut his hips desperately into your mouth. His eyes clamped shut in ecstasy and his mouth slightly parted open, letting out shallow pants intermingled with breathless pleas for release.

Tears cloud your vision as you gag slightly when his cock hits the back of your throat. You can feel the wetness between your thighs grow as you listen to Dewey babble out apologies and try to calm his twitching hips as much as he can.

"ah sweetheart—" he cuts himself off with a little whimper whenever you pull off his cock to gently smear the precum on his tip with a kiss. Moving back down, you slide your tongue around the underside of his shaft, lapping at a few prominent veins. You can hear his breaths coming out in shorts bursts above you while his cock twitches in the back of your throat.

"Feels so good, you're so good, I-" he bucks his hips up into your mouth and lets out a noise that has you clenching your legs together to relieve the pressure in your aching cunt. The second he cracks open his eyes and sees you reaching down to rock back and forth on your hand, he lets out a strangled moan and thrusts his hips up into your mouth.

You continue to bob your head up and down his cock, trying to find a pace in time with his movements, while still focusing on circling your fingers on your sensitive clit. Sensing dewey’s release was near, you removed your messy hand from your clit to pump the base of his shaft and cup his balls, bringing a high pitched noise out of his lips

It didn’t take long for him to still in your mouth, his release pooling in your mouth and down your throat. He lets out a low whine when you pull off his cock and he sees the string of spit connecting his now soft and sensitive cock to your lips. After leaning in to give Deweys cock one last kiss, you pull yourself up to sit on his lap and run your hands through his messy hair.

He’s never looked more pretty than right now and that’s saying something, his face flushed an adorable shade of pink and his hair sticking up in different directions even as you attempt to smooth it down. Taking a moment to come down from his sensitive state, he leans into the delicate and soothing touch of your hands scratching over his scalp. Now with his mind slightly clear, he cracks his eyes half way open and he pulls you into him to land a few sloppy kisses to your shoulder.

"Dewey, that tickles!" you laugh, feeling his lips curl up beneath his mustache against your shoulder.

“Y’know, you're always so good to me baby, how about I return the favor? I just wanna make you feel good, just how you like it, I promise” he murmurs into your ear, his lips stretched into a sweet grin and his voice slightly raspy after his last orgasm. Somewhat clumsy but soft hands trail along your thighs, before he gently turns you over onto the bed.

“I ever tell you how lucky I am to be with you?” he says with a bashful look on his face as he hovers above you, chocolate brown eyes shining in the yellow light of the lamp on his nightstand.

“We both know i’m the lucky one Dewey, but please get on with it.” You give him a warm smile, the pitch of your voice going slightly whiny at the end as you cant your hips in his direction.

He responds to you with a happy hum as he begins trailing kisses down your stomach.

“M’sorry sweets, you’re just so damn—“ he cuts himself off with a soft kiss to the area under your belly button “distracting.” Pulling back up, he finishes his sentence with a squeeze to the pudge on your hips and a love struck grin.

Lowering his head into your pussy, he starts off with a slow pace, languidly leaving sloppy kisses over your pussy at an almost agonizing pace and lightly sucking on your clit. It's not long until he's speeding up and he has your hips wildy bucking up into his mouth, his nose bumping against your clit and providing extra stimulation that has you choking on your own breaths.

With your noises spurring him on he reaches his hands down to your thighs to fervently pull you into him as much as possible. Faintly in the back of your mind you wonder if he can even breathe but that thought is discarded as soon he starts pumping his fingers inside of you.

“Oh go—god! Dewey. . . !” your hands grip his hair tighter and you toss your head back as you desperately try to meet the thrusts of his fingers. Tears prick at your eyes as soon as he moans against your clit, the vibrations adding to the almost overwhelming sensation and turning you into a writhing mess beneath him.

Arching your back, you feel the tightness in your stomach building more and more. He only crooks his fingers in your walls and burrows his face deeper into your cunt in response, continuing until your a sobbing mess and all you can remember is his name and all you can feel is the overwhelming sensation of your orgasm combined with the rapid movement of his fingers in between your legs.

“S’too much! i cant-“ you gasp out with tears fully streaming down your face now, it hitting you like a truck as soon as the stimulation from fingers and tongue feel like too much.

“Please just one more? i know you can do it for me.” Dewey lifts his head up from the sticky mess between your thighs and begs, his voice breathless and his eyebrows furrowed, as he sends you a puppy eyed look that has you sucking in a breath and nodding frantically.

Dewey doesn’t waste a second in burying himself back into your cunt and picking back up the rapid pace of his fingers pumping in and out of you.

You’re not sure how long he keeps you like this, all you know is that he keeps himself between your legs for a while, working you through orgasm after orgasm. Your head becoming a mess of incoherent thoughts that you babble out mindlessly along with pleasured cries of Dewey’s name. Mixed with these sounds are the occasional moans from Dewey and the bed creaking furiously as he greedily rocks his hips against the bed in an attempt to relieve some of the ache between his own legs.

Dewey only stops once you're a trembling mess and your hands are like harsh claws on the back of his head. He pulls his sticky fingers out eliciting a whine from you that turns into a low moan when you see him begin to suck his fingers off with a satisfied hum.

Once he’s climbed back over you he leaves a delicate kiss to your lips and then moves to your jaw to pepper more kisses, whispering words of praise as he does so. He only pauses to let out a hiss when his cock rubs against your upper thigh, sensitive from him humping against the sheets.

“You doing okay sweetie?” you only respond with a pleased hum, brain still foggy from Dewey’s mouth. “How about I run us a nice bath?” Seeing you nod again in response, he heads towards the connecting bathroom and turns the bath faucet on.

You crack your eyes open and stretch out your body on the bed, Dewey’s soft footsteps padding into the room moments later informing you that the bath is ready.

“You want me to carry you there?” The tinge of worry in his eyes makes your heart swell and you can’t resist the opening to tease him even with this feeling blooming in your chest.

“Somebody wants to show off their muscles, huh?” Immediately his skin flushes and you wonder how someone could get so flustered easily. He playfully rolls his eyes at you and helps you walk there instead with a content smile.

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follows-the-life-ahead · 1 year

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Dangerous - Dewey Riley x fem!reader

Part one | Part two | Part three | Part four | Part five

Summary - Y/n L/n, a high school student in her senior year who lives in the small town of Woodsboro, California. She can’t really complain about her life, she’s a great student, with great friends to whom she can tell everything, well, almost everything. But what happens when a masked killer is on the loose? And one of her closest friends turns out to be the main target of the said killer? Will she be able to survive?

A/n- just a tiny little chapter :)

Info - i lost my taglist google form, so if you want to be tagged in any works comment below this post or send me a message!

Pairing - Dwight ‘Dewey’ Riley x female!reader

Word count - 1.4k

Warnings - mentions murder;

“Sidney Prescott, who escaped a vicious attack last night is the daughter of Maureen Prescott, who was brutally killed last year when convicted murderer Cotton Weary broke into their home and savagely raped and tortured the deceased. Cotton Weary is currently awaiting the appeal for the death sentence handed down after the young Sidney testified against him. She was the key witness in the state’s case against the-“

And the tv went off.

It was the morning after the attack Sidney was a victim of. You were in the kitchen of the Rileys’ household, currently eating breakfast. The news channels were going on and on about last night's attempted murder.

Taking your eyes off the tv, your gaze landed on Dewey. He put down the tv remote on the kitchen counter and proceeded to sit down at your side on the round kitchen table. When you had walked into the kitchen that morning he was on a phone call, you assumed police related, and when your gazes had met you gave him a small nod of your head as a good morning greet.

“It’s never gonna stop, is it?” Sidney spoke up, as silence filled the room. Her question was directed at Dewey.

You stopped eating, putting your sandwich down silently on the plate in front of you. You glanced at Dewey, who proceeded to tell Sidney the same thing he told you last night.

“Billy was released.” He grimaced. You swallowed thickly. The look on Sid's face was concerning you. “His cellular bill was clean. He didn’t make those calls.”

Your gaze flickered from Sid's to Dewey's face slowly. The atmosphere in the room was tense. Sidney's anxiety was palpable.

“We’re checkin’ every cellular account in the county.” Dewey continued. “Any calls made to you or Casey Becker are being cross-referenced.”

Sid's worry was getting the best of her. She shock her body as if a chill ran across her entire form, and you’re pretty sure it did.

“It’s gonna take some time, but we’ll find him.” Dewey tried to reassure Sidney. But she just looked numb.

Tatum tried to comfort her punching her slowly in the arm. “you okay?” Sidney, you noticed, tried to smile, but to no avail.

Silence filled the room once again. Everyone ate in silence. You noticed Sidney picking on her food, but decided to not mention it. You felt a pair of eyes on you. Looking to your right, you caught Dewey's gaze, who simply gave you a grimace of a smile. You did the same. He was the only thing that filled your world with a little light on this sad morning.

Dewey drove the three of you to school that morning. You sat in the back with Sid, and Tatum in the passenger seat next to Dewey. You could feel Sidney's concern radiating from her body. The car ride was silent, aside from the music Dewey put on to try and lighten up the mood.

As you reached the school’s driveway Dewey turned on the car police sirens before parking.

Dewey and Tatum opened their doors and got out of the vehicle. You pushed through Tatum's passenger seat and got out of the car, as Sid did the same on the opposite side.

Tatum had already rounded the vehicle while you were still closing the door. From where you stood you could faintly overhear Dewey trying to reassure Sidney. “Don’t worry, Sid. It’s school. You’ll be safe here.”

But as soon as you started walking to the front of the car, reporters started to launch at Sidney. You stopped near the driver's outside mirror of the car, as Dewey intervened.

“So how does it feel to be almost brutally butchered?” Asks a reporter.

Dewey immediately put himself between the lady and Sidney. “Hey, now leave her alone.” He says as he tries to maintain some distance between the woman and Sid.

“People want to know! People have the right to know!” The news journalist yelled as Sidney hurried off towards campus with Tatum following her.

“Leave her alone.” Dewey continued to interact with the reporter who barely listened to him, even if he was the law.

“How does it feel?” The woman continued.

“She just wants to get an education.” Dewey tired of not being listened to decided to stop being nice and polite for a second. “Turn that thing off.” He said as he pointed towards a cameraman that was recording Sidney from a distance.

Soon the reporters got bored as they realized they weren’t going to get any answers from Sidney and walked away.

You let out a big breath you didn’t know you were holding. You glanced at Dewey who shook his head, probably irritated by all the reporters making his job a lot more difficult than it already is. He took off his sunglasses and brought his hand up to pinch the brim of his nose, as he calmed himself and prepared for another day of interrogating students.

You adjusted your backup on your shoulder and the sudden movement made Dewey look up at you. “Hey.” He said, his demeanor much more relaxed when he saw it was you.

“Hi.” You greeted, a small smile tugging at your lips.

This was the first conversation you had since the night prior. The day had only just started and it had already been pretty eventful. You hadn’t had any time to talk. But the thing is, none of you knows what to talk about with one another. Being apart for almost a year, making it harder to know what was going on in each other's lives.

“Crazy morning, huh?” He asked, awkwardly.

“Pretty eventful, I’d say.” You answered, trying to have a normal and not at all awkward conversation. You just wanted to be able to develop that bond you had.

Dewey closed the door of his vehicle that he was leaning on and turned fully to you. “ I’ll be here today, questioning more students.” He started, “ If you see anything or overhear anything, come find me.”

“Okay.” You agreed. “I’ll be with Sid and Tatum during breaks, we agreed to meet at Tatum’s locker, so we could all be together in case anything happens.” You told him, squinting your eyes as you look up at him.

“It’s going to be okay. You’re in school, and there are police and reporters everywhere, the killer can’t do anything here.” Dewey reassured you, bringing his hand to rest on your shoulder.

His touch burned your skin through the thin cotton of your long sleeve shirt. He is gentle and warm. His eyes make you believe that nothing is going to happen to you.

“I really hope you’re right.” You sigh while nodding. As he just rubs your shoulder. A small act of affection, but that makes your heart flutter.

“I’m always right.” He says goofily. As he lets out a laugh.

You end up snorting. For the first time in almost a year, you both feel completely at ease with each other's presence, like in the old days.

“Yeah, sure you are.” You joke as well.

The bell rings, and it's time to part ways.

You looked towards the high school building. Unknowns to you, Dewey keeps his gaze on you at all times. He takes the small amount of time he has to let his eyes wander all over your face's side profile. He just hasn’t seen you in so long, he didn’t even remember how good it felt to be in your company. You just bring this sense of peace and quiet to him. It relaxes him. He wishes that when this is all over that you’ll be as close as you were one year ago.

“Well, I gotta go.” You look up at Dewey frowning a little.

“Yeah, me too.” He answered, pursing his lips. “I’ll meet you all here to take you home after school.” He says.

“See you then.” You bring your hand to his bicep and give it a squeeze. You walk towards the building, anxiety flooding through your entire body.

“Bye,” Dewey whispered as he watched you go inside the building with a small smile tugging on his lips, as his hand went up to his arm as he touched the same spot yours was just seconds ago.

He puts on his sunglasses once more and hurries off to work. Duty calls.

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multifandomwritings · 1 year

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hii!! omg i love your writing so much! i discovered u through ur slasher fics and since spooky season is around the corner, can i request hcs of the slashers with a s/o who loves to bake? (cookies, cakes, pies, you name it they’ve probably made it).

i’d love to see the sinclair brothers, thomas hewitt, brahms, and billy lenz- but of course you can add any additional slashers to the list if you wish!

Thank you so much! This is another short and simple one, but I hope you like this! ^^ I didn't include Billy Lenz in this one but added an extra or two, hope that's okay :)

Slashers/horror characters with an S/O who loves to bake

Thomas Hewitt:

Thomas would always be happy with anything that made you happy. And he'd find such a sweet and pleasant hobby so endearing

He'd love watching you bake and helping if you'd allow him. Likes seeing you in your element all focused and such. He'd always admire how many things you could make and would always love sampling things you made

If you made stuff just for him/with him in mind he would melt

Huuu imagine him in an apron all focused and helping you in the kitchen :')) his big burly hands being as gentle as they could manage as he tried to help you

Or him getting flour or something on his face and you dusting it off and him going red at the ears, even at something as simple as that

Brahms Heelshire:

Before you are his S/O (and before he even reveals himself to you) he'd adore when you baked because the smell would reach him wherever he was in the house. You'd make it feel so homey and comfortable

Needless to say, you'd be left scratching your head as to where all your baked goods were disappearing to

When you were actually together he would attempt to help you. And by help you, I mean trail around you in the kitchen and watch you work

Attempts to reach for things before you're finished with them which results in him getting his hands swatted away and him looking genuinely betrayed and heartbroken asldkfj

Michael Myers

Michael is generally (seemingly) indifferent and uninterested and this would be no different. Just another thing you do that he kind of tilts his head to and then moves on from ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Except in reality he would be quite interested in you/your life, in his own way. And this would be one of your more endearing, interesting hobbies

Which is a sentiment you'd only be able to pick up on after being around him a while. Actually hanging around and watching you bake would be a big thing for him in itself

Not to mention, you'd begin to suspect him when things you'd baked began disappearing mysteriously 👀

Bo Sinclair:

Complains about it some, like you're baking again?? He's going to be drowning in pies and cookies and everything else if you don't stop... 👀 (this is more of a request than it is a complaint though, don't be fooled)

Coming inside to the smell of freshly baked goods would make him feel things he wouldn't quite understand. It would feel way more homey all of the sudden and he wouldn't know what to do with it?

Pops in and out of the kitchen to try things as you go along. Swipes batter out of the bowl or eats raw cookie dough or anything like that. And if you swat his hand away it will only encourage him

Lowkey wants you to invite him to help you. Would do so begrudgingly/hesitantly as if he didn't love spending time with you like that

Vincent Sinclair:

Anything you enjoyed doing, Vincent would be intrigued by. He would enjoy watching you bake and seeing the amount of thought and care went into it?? Like a quiet observer and learner

Although he would want to help and if you invited him to he'd be very pleased/eager to help you and learn

Half because genuine curiosity and half because he'd love spending time with you like that, especially doing something you liked that made him feel closer to you

Would love sharing interests like that and would eventually open up to you and share his art with you more as well, quietly enjoying the sight of you all impressed as you watched him paint/sculpt/etc.

Lester Sinclair:

He would think you were so wholesome and sweet for having a hobby like that. Would genuinely enjoy just watching you bake. Would watch you with a big smile, both finding you adorable but also happy to see you happy and enjoying yourself

And of course would help you in a heartbeat, if you invited him to. Smiles the whole time and can't help but stare at you while you work

Actually seeks out recipes and cook books and things like that for you from time to time and would want to help you make new things

And like Bo, coming home to the smell of something yummy baking would make his heart flutter. You'd make him feel so warm and cozy and at home??

Dewey Riley:

Dewey would love helping you bake. Anytime he got the chance he'd happily assist you in the kitchen (while sampling things as you went along)

Would quickly get spoiled on things you made lol

He'd be so supportive, always encouraging you and complimenting you. Would genuinely think you were so talented for being able to make so many different things

Baking dates with him for sure! He'd follow your every instruction with great care, secretly stealing glances at you while you worked

Also: you can't convince me Dewey wouldn't be extra and festive about it. Will buy you matching aprons and oven mitts. Would come up with the idea to make seasonal appropriate things on his own. Your hobby would soon be adopted as his own :')

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smartycvnt · 7 months

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"If I can't protect you, there's no point in protecting anybody." With Dewey Riley please?

Dewey slammed his badge down onto the desk in front of him. He walked out of the police precinct with you hot on his trail. You tried to call out after him, but he wasn't stopping until the two of you were out to the parking lot.

"Dewey, think about what you're doing," you said, hoping to reason with him.

"I have thought long and hard about this, and we need to get out of this place. You'll never be safe in Woodsboro. I know I said I wanted to die here, but not like this."

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braidlottie · 1 year

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scream masterlist

anything marked with * is nsfw.

# CHAD MEEKS-MARTIN !!

hcs/blurbs ↓

✮ college!chad hcs

✮ kinks*

✮ soft sex* (kinktober)

✮ size kink* (kinktober)

# SIDNEY PRESCOTT !!

hcs/blurbs ↓

✮ bratty!sub!sid*

✮ protective!sidney

✮ dom!sidney + strap on*

✮ bratty!sub!sid + overstim*

✮ kinks*

✮ spanking* (kinktober)

fics ↓

✮ you’re red, soaking wet*

✮ suit and tie*

# QUINN BAILEY !!

hcs/blurbs ↓

✮ getting caught*

✮ sub!quinn*

✮ kinks*

✮ filming* (kinktober)

# SAM CARPENTER !!

hcs/blurbs ↓

✮ tribbing + squirting*

✮ soft!dom!sam*

✮ power!bottom!sam*

✮ car sex* (kinktober)

✮ strap-on* (kinktober)

#scream #scream masterlist #scream 1996 #scream fanfic #chad meeks x reader #chad meeks martin #sidney prescott #sidney prescott x reader #randy meeks #randy meeks x reader #mickey altieri #mickey altieri x reader #dewey riley #dewey riley x reader #stu macher #stu macher x reader

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kining-the-evil · 1 year

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Scream Masterlist

Billy Loomis-

Drabble

Stuck in a snow storm w/little sister!reader

Stu Macher-

Headcanons

Stu with a Short!Hippie!reader

Drabble

High sex with Stu

Christmas with Stu

Dewey Riley-

Headcanons

Cuddling Headcanons

Yandere!Dewey Riley

Oneshot

I’m not going anywhere: Reader gets attacked by ghost face and Dewey provides the best support he can

You Know Me: You don’t know what’s more important to you. Dewey or revenge. (Ghostface!reader)

Randy Meeks-

Drabble

Valentine’s Day Drabble

Oneshot

We can be Fucked up together: You find solace in Randy after your best friend and boyfriend go on a killing spree

All I Have Left: you were in love with Randy, you had a life plan with him. But after his death, you cut out everyone in your life. It’s not until you take custody of his niece and nephew that you begin to live life again.

Sam Carpenter-

Headcanons

Yandere!Sam Carpenter

Perv!Sam Carpenter

Tara Carpenter-

Headcanons

Yandere!Tara Carpenter

Mindy Meeks-Martin-

Headcanons

Perv!Mindy Meeks Martin

Series:

All I Have Left Series(Chad/Mindy Meeks Martin x motherly!reader; past randy Meeks x reader)

Chad Meeks-Martin-

Series:

All I Have Left Series(Chad/Mindy Meeks Martin x motherly!reader; past randy Meeks x reader)

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catoslvt · 9 months

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Dewey Riley x Reader

Sidney Prescotts' Big sister, who's the head of the fbi, so you know a lot about their friendgroup because you used to babysit them, and sidney and tatum tell you all the drama.

Gale was ur best friend until she wrote that book gale dates her camera man.

Unofficial relationship.

Tw, mentions of killings, blood, and stabbing.

"Just fuck off and get that camera away from my little sister and my house, you've already ruined our lives enough with that shitty book of yours, if you don't leave us alone I'll take down your full news show." I warn before I get in my car and drive off, heading towards the station flipping her off as I go.

"These killings are too difficult for us to deal with, so we've had to get the FBI involved." I hear sheriff Burke state, and that's when I walk through the doors with a small smile on my face, which only widens when I see Dewey.

"So, this is Agent Prescott." He continues, and i wave at everyone.

"But, in here, you guys can call me y/n." I tell them and everyone nods.

"So, I think first of all, we should narrow it down a little. Who would know Casey well enough to know where she lives and to also know where Steve lives?" I ask as I turn to the board on the wall and pull out a whiteboard pen, writing the words

'POTENTIAL SUSPECTS'

"Well, strangers wouldn't, unless they'd been stalking them." A man calls from behind me and I turn and let out a small laugh.

"If it was a stalker not close to them, there's a slim chance they'd know the number for caseys House phone." I tell him and he looks away embarrassed before dewey speaks up.

"Perhaps a jealous ex?" He asks, and I shoot him a large smile, which he returns before I turn to the board and write a single name, 'Stu Macher'.

"Only a few months prior to Casey and Steve's killings, Casey broke up with Stu for Steve, so potentially yes. Stu is a suspect." I say as I underline his name.

"But, the killer couldn't have done it alone. One would've killed Steve whilst the other prepared for the attack, and then they both would've needed to hang her from that tree, so who is Stu Machers best friend?" I ask, knowing only either dewey and I would be able to answer that one, but dewey is too sweet to admit it so I have to clear my throat and say it myself.

"Billy Loomis." I state as I scribble his name on the board, and a few people gasp.

Suddenly, the sheriff gasps.

"Okay, but what if it was Caseys mom or dad's ex, killing casey because they're jealous of what they have?" He quizzes and I let out a small laugh.

"You'd think im doing all the work on this case. Mr and Mrs Becker have been together since their high school years. It was both of their first relationships." I state, but then I begin to write on the board again.

"Potential Affair"

"But, Mr and Mrs Becker might've grown bored of their relationship, neither of them ever getting to explore something that wasn't each other, so we have a potential love affair on either the mom or dad's part." I then add, before I let out a little gasp, this idea isn't too bad.

"Sheriff, I want you to go to where the beckers have been placed and confiscate all of their phones, and I then want you to go through every single call log since the phone has been purchased." I tell him, and he nods before he points at one of the men, and they both quickly scurry out.

"What if it isn't any of that though, what if it was a girl who loved Steve?" One of the men ask and I shake my head.

"It was a man's killing, its obvious." I flatly say, confused on how they couldn't have easily spotted it.

"It's sloppy. Women's kills are much neater. They don't tend to draw as much blood, and if it was a girl in love with Steve, why also kill Steve?" I quiz, and the man quickly shakes his head, shutting up.

"We're not getting anywhere with this. All we've got is a girl bossing us around, i wouldn't be surprised if she's the one behind all the killings, yknow after what happened with her mom." I hear one of the boys snicker to dewey, who just rolls his eyes at him, which makes my stomach flutter in all sorts of ways.

"Thank you for that wonderful comment, but it's funny because this 'girl, that's bossing you around' is helping you get to the bottom of a bunch of murders, and I'm suspecting that the killer isn't gonna stop here after two, they're going to spiral out of control. I'm the head of the FBI, not just some silly girl who doesn't know what she's doing." I spit before I put the lid on the pen and sit it next to the board.

"Everyone take an hour for lunch. We're coming back to this." I say before walking out of the doors I walked in through and straight towards my car, where I unlock my door and climb in, grabbing my lunch from the back seats and quickly opening it and smiling at the sight of a sandwich with an apple, its not much for lunch but because of my work I don't tend to eat a big lunch incase I ever come across a gruesome sight.

Only moments later of me beginning to eat my lunch, dewey is tapping the window of the passengers side.

"It's open." I tell him, and he lets out a small awkward laugh before he lets himself in.

"You alright?" He quizzes, and I smile and nod at him.

"I just wish the killers were stupid enough to leave some sort of clues on who they are." I sigh before I shake my head.

"I'm gonna go to the scene, I've not been there yet, maybe I could find something, or atleast understand why." I say quickly and dewey just stares at me, his normally overly emotional face currently holding no emotions.

"If you're worried about Sidney, it's okay. I'm worried about tatum." Dewey tells me as he reaches out and places his hand on top of mine, which makes me smile slightly.

"I'm worried about all of them, I'm even worried about us. We don't know what age this killer is, so we don't know who they're gonna go after next." I mutter and dewey squeezes my hand.

"But we'll figure out who it is y/n, I know you can." Dewey says, and I gulp a little but nod.

"Yknow what, I could be doing with a coffee before we go to the scene. Do you want a coffee or anything? I can pay." I offer and dewey smiles and nods as I start up the car.

"I'll have the usual." He tells me, and I let out a laugh, by 'the usual.' He means a jet black coffee.

"I still don't know how you can drink that jet black shit." I tell him, and he just scoffs before I begin driving to our usual coffee place, we meet here probably like ten times a week to get coffee, deweys my safe person, I love him more than anything truly, but all we ever seem to come to is unofficial, but I'd do anything to tell dewey how much I love him, I genuinely mean it.

As I pull up to the drive-through, I roll down my window and clear my throat.

"Hello, what can I get for you?" The workers' voice rings through the speakers, and I smile and put on the same voice I use to tell people that I've found their child dead.

"Hiya, can I get two coffees, please? One black and one regular." I ask, and the girl lets out a small 'mhm!'

"Now, is that a small, medium, or large?" She goes onto ask, and I look at dewey and shrug. Normally, we'd get mediums, but I think today is a large sort of day.

"Both of them large, please." I answer, and the girl lets out another 'mhm'

"Okay, drive through to the next window to play, please. Your total will be $7.50." The girl says and I nod.

"Thank you." I say before driving towards the next window, where I feel my pockets for my wallet, and as I pull it out, dewey slaps it from my hand.

"I'll pay." He states and I shake my head.

"Dewey, shut up. it's my treat." I argue.

"You paid last time." He reminds me, and I roll my eyes as he hands me the exact change of $7.50 right as the worker approaches the window and pulls it open.

"Hey, you're the two large coffees, one black one regular?" He asks with a large smile and dewey and I nod.

"That'll be $7.50, please." He beams, and I reach out the window and hand it to him, and as he counts it in his hand he smiles at me.

"Perfect, thank you. Go to the next window, please." He tells me, and I nod, quickly saying goodbye before I drive to the next window to see a worker already stood with our two coffees, and I quickly take them from her hands, thanking her before I hand them both to dewey as I drive off, parking in the carpark.

As I take the drink from deweys' hand and take a sip, I let out a small groan at how good it tastes.

"Shit, they never fail to make good coffees." I cry and dewey laughs.

"Tell me about it." He agrees.

As I begin walking towards the front door of the Beckers house, I carefully duck down under the police tape and pull my gloves up, making sure they're extra tight as I open the front door and carefully walk through to the kitchen where the events all started.

"So, she was sitting making popcorn when the phone rang." I whisper as I walk around the kitchen, inspecting everything but being careful not to touch anything, because even with gloves on the slightest knock could fuck up all my evidence

As I continued to walk through the back garden where Casey was then stabbed multiple times and then hung for her to die, my heart dropped when I saw that the tree she was hung from is right across from her front door, meaning her parents would've walked outside and saw her.

"Noticed anything new?" Dewey asks from beside me and I nod slightly.

"Whoever done it would've had to be extremely fast or had a getaway car because your guys were on the scene almost instantly." I tell him, and he nods slightly as I turn to look at him.

"So if there were two of them, I'm guessing the taller one hung her whilst the smaller one started the car." I add, and he continues to nod.

Once we're getting ready to leave, it's quite late.

As I climb in my car, my work phone begins to ring, and I answer it.

"Agent Prescott speaking." I state into the phone, and that's when we hear that Sidney has been attacked.

As I speed off to our house, I'm the first one to arrive, and dewey runs out of the car, and I watch as he bends down and picks something up before he continues to run to the door, and that's when I see Sidney opening the door and screaming as the rest of the police cars pull up, and once they do I climb out of my car and run to Sidney, pulling her to the ambulance.

"Are you alright?" I quiz as she sits down, and I grab a blanket tight round her.

"I'm fine, y/n." She reassures, and I sit next to her and hug her.

"You fought back didn't you?" I continue to quiz and she laughs and nods.

"That's my tough little bitch." I say as I kiss her head, before i see them pull Billy Loomis from my house and I gasp.

"He was the top of my suspect list Sidney, what was he doing at our house?" I gasp and she shrugs.

"After I was attacked, I turned to my door and saw that the killer was gone, and straight away Billy climbed into my window and he dropped the phone I was called from." She whispers, and I gasp and listen as Billy tries to plead as being innocent but I just scoff, I can see through his lies.

And that's when dewey and the sheriff approach us right as tatum runs out of her car towards the ambulance screaming and asking if sids okay.

"I see y/ns suspect list was correct." The sheriff says with a small chuckle and I smile.

"When's it not?" I quiz and he laughs.

"Tatum, you can't be here it's an official crime scene." Dewey states to his little sister.

"It's okay." Sid presses and tatum groans.

"Her dad's out of town, alright? Her and y/n are staying with us tonight." Tatum argues.

"What? Does mom know?" Dewey quizzes as he shoots me an awkward smile.

"Yes, doofus." Tatum sighs before the sheriff tells Sidney that she should go to the station and we all leave the ambulance and climb into our own cars, when I spot Gale Weathers, so I climb out of my car.

"Get your cameras away from my house." I warn sternly and Gale and her camera man both turn to face me.

"Oh, y/n, lovely to see you again." Gale coos and I roll my eyes.

I can't help but to wonder at what's being said, but to stop myself getting too angry at some sick bastard who just tried to kill my little sister, I stay silent.

I watch carefully as Dewey tries to find our dad on the system and frown slightly as I realise we're getting nowhere before my eyes fall into the room where Billy's being held.

"You ruined the moment you really did." He says shaking his head as he backs away which causes me to laugh.

As tatum walks in, she ducks down next to sid and hugs her, whispering that she's going to get her out of here and I can't help but smile at the niceness of Tatum, and also because Sidney has deweys jacket wrapped around her, but I don't know if I'm jealous about that actually.

"Hey Dewey, can we go now?" Tatum cries and dewey points a finger at her.

"Hold on a second." He states, and I stand up from my chair and crack my back.

"God dammit dewey!" She exclaims.

"What did mom tell you? When I wear this badge, you treat me like a man of the law." He warns, and the way he says it almost makes me weak at the knees.

"Well, I'm sorry, Deputy dewey Boy, but we're ready to go. Now." Tatum yells, and as we walk out the door, tatum and dewey begin to bicker, and I feel Sidney grab my hand.

As we walk out into the back alley, dewey runs to get my car as I throw him the keys, and Tatum, Sidney, and I all stand in the alley.

"There she is! Sidney!" Gale gasps, and I groan in sync with both Sidney and tatum.

"What happened? Are you alright?" She quizzes as she pushes the microphone into her face and tatum steps in front of the microphone.

"She's not answering any of your questions. Leave us alone." I call from behind them, and tatum throws the microphone down, but Sidney steps forward.

"No, no tatum, it's okay, she's just doing her job, right gale?" Sidney asks with a laugh.

"Yes, that's right." Gale says with a large smile on her face.

"So, how's the book?" Sidney asks.

"Well, it'll be out later this year." She says smiling.

"Wow, I'll look for it." Sidney states with a small nod.

"I'll send you a copy." She coos, and Sidney uppercuts her full force to the jaw, which makes me laugh in shock, before dewey runs out of my car and pulls tatum and Sidney towards it, and I just stare at gale.

"Write a book about that for me." I tell her before I blow a kiss at her and walk away to the car, where I jump into the front passenger seat.

As I walk into Deweys' room, i smile. It's not changed since the last time I was in here, there's still photos of him and I growing up together plastered over his walls, there's still photos of us together even now over his walls too.

"If I knew you would've been staying, I could've cleaned it a bit more." He says awkwardly and I laugh.

"It's fine, I did say I could stay home, but tatum and your mom both wouldn't let me." I tell him and he smiles and pulls me into his arms

"I wouldn't have either." He whispers with a small kiss to my head, which causes me to laugh before we both walk into Tatums room.

"Thought you might want some ice for that right hook." Dewey says as I rest an arm on his shoulder and we all let out a small laugh.

"We will be right next door, try and get some sleep." Dewey states and tatum turns to me and smiles but glares at dewey.

"Yeah, yeah." She says waving and dewey begins to close the door.

"Night, guys." I say to the two girls.

"Night y/n, love you." They both say in usion and I smile.

"I love you both, too." I say before the door is fully shut, and I slowly walk back into deweys' room where he shuts the door and stares at me.

"You're so beautiful, even when you're stressed, you know that right?" He asks with a small laugh as he grabs my waist and pulls me close to him.

"You're so handsome even when you're being such a doofus." I tell him, mocking tatum with the doofus word and he gags.

As dewey goes to take another step closer to me, his mom begins knocking at the door, and he quickly runs out, me following behind, but I'm guessing it was too late because whoever was on the call doesn't speak.

"Sorry, sorry." I apologise, and he rolls his eyes.

"Better be." He warns, and I nod.

As I sit with Sidney at the table, deweys mom stood behind us with her arms on our shoulders as the news report begins to talk about Cotton and how he killed our mom, I feel all the blood draining out of my face as I stare at the TV screen, as dewey sits next to us he realises and turns the TV off and clears his throat.

"Billy was released." He says as he sits down his plate and places a mug in front of me, the smell of coffee instantly bringing all the blood back to my face.

"His cellular bills were clean, he didn't make those calls." He tells Sidney and I continue to stare at him, I know Billy made those calls.

"We're checking every cellular account in the county. Any calls made to you or Casey Becker are being cross referenced." He continues and I roll my eyes.

"It's gonna take some time, but we'll find him." He then says, and I grab sidneys hand and give it a comforting squeeze.

As we pull up to Woodsboro High in my car, we all step out, and I can't help but to admire dewey with his sunglasses on, but my attention is grabbed by billions of reporters swarming sid, and I have to harshly push them away.

"Are you okay? After all of this?" Dewey asks, I can tell he's trying to ask about my mom dying, but I shake my head.

"A year tomorrow dewey, this is all happening a year after it happened. What if it's the same person that killed my mom?" I whisper and dewey stares at me confused.

"But, you were both convinced it was cotton." Dewey gasps and I shrug.

"Now I'm not sure, dewey, this is all too much, I shouldn't have got involved with this case." I whisper as I feel tears brim my eyes as I shake my head, but dewey pulls me into an extremely tight hug that almost cuts off my airways.

"You did the right thing getting involved in this case. You're the perfect person to solve it, but if you need to take a step back, then tell me." He says as he cups my face and leans down to kiss me, and I kiss back and smile, happy to be in this moment.

As dewey and I drive back to the school, we climb out the car only to be approached by Gale Weathers, and Dewey protectively wraps an arm around my shoulder, pulling me close to him.

"Hi, gale weather's. Field correspondent top story." She says to Dewey and I just scoff.

"I know who you are, Ms. Weathers. How's the eye?" He says as he motions his head to me.

"Is there a problem on campus?" She quizzes and he shakes his head.

"No, it's all under control." I tell her, hinting that she should piss off.

"Well of course, he's here." She says as she smirks at dewey and my face drops.

"You know, you're not supposed to be here." Dewey warns and she laughs.

"Dewey, come on." I whine, and he nods before the principles voice rings through the speakers, saying that all classes are cancelled, and our city has a 9pm curfew.

As dewey and I continue to walk up the stairs towards the school entererance, I turn to gale and let out a deafening groan.

"You just can't take a fucking hint can you? God gale you were my bestfriend for years but your career just has to come first. You ruined our friendship for that book, you ruined my reputation over that book, and now what? Are you trying to ruin my relationship by flirting with my boyfriend!?" I shriek, and she takes a step back down the stairs.

"Sidney punched you and you still didn't get the fucking hint, so do you want me to punch you too?" I then ask as I raise my fist but dewey quickly grabs it and drags me inside of the school.

As I walk through my house, I quickly gather some things for Sid and I, like our clothes and pyjamas, because we're probably gonna be staying at the Rileys household until our dad's back.

As I entered my room, I almost could've sworn I heard someone walking up the stairs, but I threw it down to my paranoid mind. god, what kind of use is a paranoid FBI agent?

Actually, not even a FBI agent, the head of the FBI.

As I pull out more clothes from my drawers and shove them in bags, I'm now 100% sure there's someone in my house.

"Sidney?" I call as I grab the gun fastened to my belt.

When I don't get an answer, but the footsteps begin running closer to me, I pull the gun from my belt and raise it up towards the wide open door.

"I'm an FBI agent, you do not want to fuck with me!" I scream as I begin storming to the door, but as I look out into the hallway I see nobody.

Stupid shitbag must've run down the stairs when they heard 'FBI agent', I let out a small laugh as I kept my gun in my hand and began making my way downstairs, but whats when a door from behind me flies open, and I feel something sharp being stabbed into my shoulder, and I let out a blood curdling scream before I'm forced to turn around and flung off of the floor, hitting my head extremely hard off the floor as everything begins to spin, everything apart from the knife that's stabbed into the same part of my shoulder, only from the front, probably leaving an all the way through stab wound.

As I raise my gun to the masked killer, he takes the gun from my hand and raises it to my head, and I begin taking deep breaths as I try to sit up to take the gun back, but my breathing comes to a hault when my neck is slit with the knife.

"Y/n! Sidney!? Are any of you in here? I want to talk to either of you." I hear Gale scream, and the killer quickly stands up and shoots me in the lower stomach before running away, and yet again, I let out a large scream as I hear a pair of footsteps running up the stairs.

"Y/n! Shit are you okay!?" She screams, and I just stare at her through tears, as I realise I'm loosing blood fast.

"Phone the police." I cry, and she nods and runs into my room, which she's all too familiar with, and I hear her pick up my phone and begin screaming some shit.

As Gale then runs back through and collapses to my side, I stare at her with a smile.

"I'm sorry for everything. What I did was wrong, I shouldn't have replaced you for some stupid book, and I shouldn't have wrote all they lies, I'm so sorry y/n and if you don't forgive me then I don't blame you, but I just miss you. I miss us, I miss our stupid sleepovers and you talking about Dewey all the time." She cries, and I nod.

"I forgive you." I tell her as I reach my hand up and grab her face, and she grabs my hand with hers.

"I wasn't flirting with dewey either, I've had a serious boyfriend, my cameraman, for a while now." She whispers, and I just nod before the pain coming from my shoulder. My stomach becomes too much, and I begin crying, and I realise I'm losing a lot of blood, but I begun to cry more when I realise there's so much I haven't said, there's so much I haven't done and now I can't do it because I'm dying.

When I wake up in the overly lit hospital room, I quickly stand up and find my jacket, grabbing my pen and notebook from it and writing down instantly who the killer is.

Billy loomis.

When I fall back down onto my hospital bed, I hold my throat and try to talk, but all that comes out are horrible sounding gurgles.

Only seconds later, a nurse runs in with Sidney and dewey running behind her, and I hold up my notebook and repeatedly point at the words sprawled against the lines, and Sidney shoots me a small smile, but it's clearly a frown.

"Y/n, we know. He tried to kill us last night." Sidney says as she sits on the edge of the hospital bed and grabs my hand.

"Y/n, it's going to be best if you don't talk for a few weeks, three weeks at the most, your shoulder will be fine if you don't over work it and go easy on it, and we had the bullet removed from your stomach." The nurse tells me, and I slowly nod before I pull out the notepad again.

"What happened?" I write down.

"Billy and stu, killed tatum and our headteacher, also our mom, and our dad didn't make it to his hotel because they captured him to blame him for the murders, but I shot Billy and stu got a TV dropped on his head." Sidney tells me with a large frown on her face, and I pull her into a hug when she says Tatum, but then I look at dewey and see him almost crying, and I becon him to come over with my hands and he quickly does and he almost practically throws himself ontop of me.

As I slowly run circles on his back, I begin crying too as I realise the murderers of my mom were so close to me, and I didn't realise.

When dewey pulls away from the hug, he stares at me, and then Sidney, and then back at me.

"We're all gonna be alright, yknow, the three of us, if we all stay together, then we'll all be okay." He says as he rubs his tears from his face and pulls Sidney and I into a hug.

"Gale?" I croak, and Sidney gasps when she hears me speak because I'm not actually meant to be talking.

"She's alright, yeah, but I'm more worried about you with that voice." Sidney says with a small laugh, and I smile.

When our dad comes to pick up Sidney, he says hi to me and gives me a small kiss, but he quickly has to leave as he doesn't like seeing me in this state, it leaves only Dewey and I together.

"I think, maybe you should take some time off of work." Dewey says with a small laugh, clearly trying to lighten the mood and it works because he gets a small deformed laugh from me as he stares at me.

"I love you." I croak and dewey shakes his head.

"You're not meant to speak!" He yells, but he quickly realises what I said, and he leans down and kisses me, being careful of my neck, and I kiss back with a large smile on my face.

"Holy shit I love you too." He cries as he cups my face in his hands.

"Will you be my girlfriend? Like, officially and not this unofficial shit?" He gasps, and I nod and kiss him again.

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sidney-96 · 5 months

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MORE SCREAM

#scream 1996 #scream franchise #sidney prescott #tatum riley #randy meeks #billy loomis #stu macher #gale weathers #dewey riley #sidney prescott x reader #tatum riley x reader #randy meeks x reader #billy loomis x reader #stu macher x reader #gale weathers x reader #dewey riley x reader

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l1tw1ck · 1 year

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ftm dewey from scream like reader is a criminal and him and Dewey are dating but no one knows that tho, and they fuck in Dewey's cop car, (multiple creampies, praise, semi public)

Cop Car

bottom ftm dewey x top masc reader

CW: Semi Public Sex, Creampie, Praise, Blood

Knowing the identity of a criminal and not snitching comes with two feelings: guilt and exhilaration. Dating a criminal as a cop comes with one thing: amazing sex

Dewey parks the car in a secluded place, somewhere neither of you will get caught, and quickly strips down from the waist down while you take your hard-on out of your underwear and roll the seat back.

He climbs onto your side of the car and wastes no time sinking down onto your cock, wrapping his arms around your neck as he does it. He caught you killing someone earlier so you're covered in dry blood, something that makes him even hornier than normal. He makes short movements, sliding up then coming down. "Do you even know how pretty you look right now?" You pepper kisses up his neck. Dewey lets out a shaky breath of pleasure, mumbling a bashful thank you.

He quickens his movements, bouncing up and down on your length while moaning and shaking the car shamelessly. "Doing so well for me, Dewey." You run your hands up the sides of his body. He blushes, encouraged to move faster. He looks amazing when he's on top of you, this is one of the few times he's being "assertive" during sex.

"Making me feel so good, 'm gonna come inside you, baby." You warn. Dewey repeats "Please!" over and over, wanting nothing more but for you to come inside. He rubs circles around his clit, throwing his head back as he reaches his own orgasm. He comes right as he feels your thick spend filling him up, pleasure coursing through his veins.

#wicks🕯shorts #dewey riley x male reader #dewey riley x reader #scream x reader #scream x male reader #slasher smut #top male reader #male reader #male reader smut

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mlmxreader · 1 year

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All That's Holy | Dewey Riley x m!reader (🍋)

summary: Dewey's been waiting all day, and you haven't stopped thinking about him all day.

tws: anal sex, masturbation, swearing, religious imagery, Daddy kink

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Home alone, Dewey hummed as he flicked through the channels on the television, looking at the open window every now and then; it was so childish and silly, but even though you had a key to get in, you still crawled through the window. If only just to see him smile.

He was just waiting, wondering what type of mood you would be in when you saw that he was shirtless, just in his boxers and spread out on his bed; he hoped that you would be up for a little fun, but he wouldn't mind if you weren't either. He finally settled on a channel showing the old war films, when his wish finally came true.

You looked great, wearing one of his shirts with only the lower half of the buttons done up; his eyes went wide, breath hitching in his throat as he watched you take your belt and shoes off. All too eager to welcome you as you moved to straddle his waist, too eager as he gripped your thighs and brought you as close as he could. A chaste kiss here, a soft bite of your lower lip there, a buck of the hips here, a quiet groan there, before you pulled away, grinning from ear to ear.

"Fuck, I've been thinking about you all day," you breathed out, trailing a hand down his chest. "Couldn't get you out of my head."

Dewey smiled, his grip on your thighs tightening as he moved to pepper your neck in kisses. "I've been waiting for you… I missed you."

You wanted to say that you felt the same but when he snuck his hand between your legs and started to palm your cock, you couldn't help but to allow the moan from the back of your throat to cut you off, grinding into him as you growled his name softly; still kissing your neck, Dewey moved to pin you beneath him, his free hand coming to your torso and struggling to get the buttons of it undone.

You laughed softly, pushing him off of you so that you could do it for him; you didn't waste time, throwing the offending garment aside before getting out of your jogging bottoms and kicking them off of his bed. His mouth was soon on yours again, soft and quick kisses all open mouthed and needy as you pulled him on top and ground your hips against him; you needed to feel him, needed to be given that release that only he could give you. Aching for it.

"I'll be back," you murmured against his lips. "But I need you to fuck me, Dewey."

"Go," he whispered, smiling as he moved to lie on his back. "I'll be waiting."

You couldn't stop grinning as you grabbed the bottle of lube and started to apply it to your ass, watching with a dry mouth as Dewey stroked his cock, soft mumbles of your name coming from the back of his throat; you hurried up, and once you were sure that you were ready, you got back on the bed, and straddled him again, your hands on his chest as you swallowed thickly.

"Ready?"

"Yeah," Dewey nodded, licking his lips. He moaned your name when you took his cock, biting at the inside of your lip as he waited for you to move; on edge as he gripped your thighs so tightly, his mouth going dry at the sight of your hard cock. You were so tight, so warm. Fuck. "C'mon, baby, move for Daddy… please?"

You put your hands on his chest and started to bounce your ass on his cock, making him growl as he bucked his hips; you were fucking holy, he was convinced of it. A slight taste of the divine every time you whimpered, softly begging for him like a sinner asking for forgiveness; begging for just the smallest piece of sanctuary, of divinity and for repentance.

Heaven could not help him, he would be more than happy to lose himself and to drown in your divinity; the smell of your sweat, the feel of your hole around his cock, the feeling of your hands on his chest. Fuck. He moved his hands, gripping into your hips so hard that both of you knew that there would be bruises; soft prayers of his name leaving your mouth.

The call of an angel. He was cleansed of his sins just by hearing you call for him; everything, from his body to his soul, was yours for the taking. You were his midnight Messiah. The saint that he would turn to, the saint whose glory and whose heavenly touch could rescue him. Heaven was a place on Earth, Dewey knew that much, and he knew that his heaven was when he was with you.

When you went down on your knees for him, it was enough to give him something to believe in, but when you rocked your hips and allowed him to buck his hips into your ass, he found more than religion; he found a saint, a Messiah.

Fuck.

"Just like that, baby," Dewey breathed out, a soft and sweet prayer littered with gentle moans. "You feel so good, you're doing so well for Daddy."

You were panting heavily, his divine saint coming undone just for him, whimpering and moaning his name as you continued to work your hips; his Messiah. "Fuck… I don't think I'm gonna last long, Daddy."

"That's okay," he nodded, bringing your hand to his mouth and softly kissing it. "Fuck, you feel so good, baby."

He would never desecrate you, never take your name in vain, never sell his soul to another; you were all that was holy, all that was divine, you were the one thing getting him so close to seeing heaven for all it really was. The back of his head hit the pillows as he moaned your name, begging for repentance and forgiveness; for you to cleanse him of every sin.

He was so close to touching the gates of heaven, and when he felt your cum on his chest, the sweet prayers of his name that left your aching mouth, he couldn't stop himself, and finally reached the gates that he was searching so desperately for.

"Please," you whimpered. "Daddy please, fuck your cum into me."

Fuck.

The beg of an angel, that which was truly divine and holy.

How could he ever say no?

He didn't stop fucking your ass, not until he had cum inside it yet again, and only when he knew that you had both had enough did he stop; full of bliss, Dewey watched as you got off of him and grinned.

"Fuck," you breathed out. "Dewey, I love you."

He nodded, breathless as he smiled back and licked his lips. "I love you, too… but, maybe we should shower."

You knew what that meant, and bit the inside of your lip as you nodded. "Sounds like a plan, Deputy."

Fuck.

Dewey really did love you.

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beauty-in-negative-spaces · 11 months

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Dewey Riley NSFW alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

You can expect to be absolutely pampered by Dewey after you're both done. He'll go the full nine yards: cleaning you up with a damp washcloth, getting you a glass of water, putting on TV or music as background noise, and holding onto you until one of you passes out.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

If you asked Dewey he'd say he's into personality but he does have a weak spot for a nice pair of thighs to put his head between. As for himself he's fond of his hands, or more so the way you react to them.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He has a small thing for cumming on you, whether it be your chest or your face, it always gets him going for round 2.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Although it'd take some time before he admits it, he loves when you take the reins and wouldn't mind getting dominated. He'll never say it outside of the bedroom for fear that word would get back to the guys at the station,

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He's probably had a small handful of flings and past relationships that didn't work out. He's well versed in the vanilla but wouldn't mind someone to teach him new tricks.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Dewey is a little bit of a sap, he likes missionary mostly because he likes to look into your eyes and hold you as you both come undone. Other than that he'd be up for you riding him every now and then.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He'll goof around with you all throughout foreplay but as soon as the pants come off he's dead serious with you, man switches into the most hopeless romantic and turns into putty in your hands.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Much like his face Dewey does carry some hair down there as well. While it's a little wild he at least has the decency to trim the bush every now and then.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

As stated above Dewey is a complete and total hopeless romantic. Everything he does is to please you, both in bed and out of. Because of this it's no surprise how many times he'll tell you he loves you during and afterwards.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Dewey is about average in the masturbation department. Whenever he's away from you and needs you he'll take care of himself as discreetly as possible. It's hard when you're his main outlet of blowing off some stress from work.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

This man for sure has a praise kink on both sides. Tell him how good he is and he'll simply melt. On the flip side he'll be praising you on anything and everything in the seconds up to him cumming.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Dewey is a very private person when it comes to his sex life. He'll be hesitant to do anything outside the bedroom. However once you guys get a place together he'll be more open to activities in other places.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Seeing his partner in any sort of domestic situation sends his heart into a frenzy. After all this time and things he's been through, nothing gets him going more than seeing his partner safe and happy. Put on an old shirt of his and make some breakfast in the morning and you'll be pushed against the kitchen counter in no time. That and a little sexy lingerie never hurt.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything that hurts his partner. Dewey would be hesitant to try anything bdsm related outside of maybe some handcuffs and some (light) spanking.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He doesn't mind receiving, especially after a long day at the station, but his favorite has to be giving. He's a little lacking in the skill department at first but once he get the hang of things he'll be getting your hips bucking.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Depending on the situation and how hard work's been on him Dewey could do either. While be prefers it slow and sensual, sometimes sitting at the station thinking of coming home to you can roughen things up a bit.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Dewey isn't too fond of quickies. When you guys do have sex he wants to take you slowly and make sure you're both satisfied. However, when he's working a more serious case and isn't home for very long, quickies become a must to keep him sane.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Dewey is often nervous about trying new things. If it's something that he knows you'll enjoy or have been fantasizing about for a while he'll always give it a shot.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can last a good 30-45 minutes per round when he's getting sensual with it. When given breaks between he can go for around 3 rounds.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Dewey doesn't have any toys for himself but he wouldn't be opposed to cuffing him or you to the bed for a round if you brought it up.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He can defiantly be a little bit of a tease during foreplay or when giving oral but once he gets down to business he can't stand the thought of making you wait.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

The SOUNDS this man makes are absolutely divine. You probably won't hear much the first couple of times you guys do it, but after he grows more comfortable and secure with you he'll grunt and whine, especially between praises when you're riding him.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Dewey has a small (giant) thing for marking you up. Once he gets more confidant he'll be leaving hickeys all over your neck and thighs.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He's around 5.9" when fully erect, uncut.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He's pretty average but when work gets stressful he'll definitely need you a little more.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He's out as soon as he knows you're satisfied and safe.

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