#i like ghostface ig
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Ghostface!Nico Robin
Warning(s): blood, violence, its horror.
I don't remember why I wrote this but it was fun also reader is stated to have hair/long enough
The world is a scary place. Especially one where a deranged murder is out in your town killing innocent people - your friends. One who set their sights on you. Spending every day in fear of it being your last- the calls became more and more frequent- things moved and placed in new areas as the killer became more confident with tormenting you. Calling the cops didn’t help- there were no signs of a break in.
They couldn’t do anything
You were almost alone - but thankfully, your girlfriend Robin never left your side. The thought of her made you almost weak at the knees- the most gorgeous woman in your college choosing you- loving you? It was a dream come true. Even now as you tiredly rubbed your eyes- the words of the page becoming more blurry. She always took care of you
“Come on, love,” a brush of a hand gently brushed yours - stopping the pen from moving. Looking up those soft blue eyes staring into yours with such love “lets get to bed? You’ve been studying for hours now”
Picking you up, you automatically wrapped your arms around her neck, holding Robin close. Placing a soft kiss on your forehead, she walked you down the hall to your room. Dressing you in your pajamas for you. “I can’t stay for long. I have to get to work soon” She hummed softly
“Cuddles first?” You tiredly asked, nuzzling into the soft blankets under you. Smiling, she got underneath, opening her arms for you to dive into - “you smell like tar,” you mumbled, scrunching your nose in disgust- leaning down she kissed your nose
“Yeah- I had to clean up a bunch. Someone knocked down the whole jar of it- almost ruined the project”
Humming, you started to fall asleep in her arms. Didn’t even feel her move herself from you when she needed to go - smiling at the gentle kiss goodbye- you curled up into the blanket falling asleep. Feeling safe.
A familiar ringing sound echoed into the house- taunting you. Teasing you. Your eyes widen in fear. It’s them. You don’t know for a fact it is- but their the only one who calls the house phone. The one who constantly calls when you think your safe. When your alone
You were almost tempted to ignore the phone- but remembering what happened last time you sighed shakily. Getting up, you slowly walked down the hall. Your heart pounded in your ears once you reached the phone. It was so tempting to cut the wire- to do whatever to get them to stop. Taking a deep sigh you picked up
“..Hello?’
"Took your time, little mouse.”
The same distorted voice called out from the phone. Your heart dropped. Biting your lip nervously you missed whatever they were saying to you
“Do not ignore me. After all, you’re alone right now -”
“Stop - I’m not alone -” you interrupted - it was silent on the line for a moment before a chuckle happened
“Hm maybe I should call you little Rabbit” the distorted voice broke through the phone. “Those pajamas are certainly adorable. The little rabbit on the front? Quite cute”
Your heart dropped. Dropping the house phone, you rush out of the room, fear coming up in the throat
Rushing around- you started to stumble - hitting chairs and tables in your fit of panic. Their breath caught in their throat their near - they can see me
Finally closing the last window and locking it- they took a moment. A deep, shaky breath as they debated on calling Robin. Bitting back tears, they couldn’t be alone. Not now, she would keep them safe - be there.
Pulling their phone out they shakily dialed- a moment passed as their heart pounded in their ears
“Hello?”
“Robin-” they cried out happy- “what’s wrong-? Are you ok?” Her automatic concerned voice cut into their ear- making them calm down with ease.
“Please- they- they called again. They can *see* me”
“Hey, hey- it’s ok . I’m on my way right now, alright?” Cooing into the phone, they heard sounds of keys being picked up and Robin running.“I’ll be there in a moment, ok? Stay in your room and don’t open the door to anyone until I call, alright?”
Hanging up Robin smiled putting away her phone- the mask she held in her hand placed on a simple copy cat- sneering down at the body in amusement “guess you got your wish.”
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Supposed Ghostface found dead
The relief you felt from the news. Finally. Finally, you’re safe. You almost wanted to celebrate it - but the thought of celebrating someone’s death - even if they were tormenting - you sounded down right horrible.
Falling on Robin’s lap, you curled up to face her- smiling up at her brightly. She placed the book down, raising an eyebrow - curling to her stomach, she ran a hand through your hair softly. “What’s up, love?” Smiling down at you
“Oh, nothing iust- really relaxed right now.”
The phone rang- the automatic dear crept up until you remembered the news- and picked up. It was silent on the other end- deafening silent.
“Hello?”
“Miss me?”
Your mouth fell open in shock. Swallowing thickly, you felt sick. Felt terrified. They were alive?
“Of course I am. You think I’d really die just like that?”
“But- but the news-”
“I was bored. Thought it’d be funny if you found out I was actually alive- I was right. You certainly are adorable.”
Hanging up without a second thought, you turned rushing into your bedroom pacing. “No, no. This is wrong. ” You felt tears coming. They can’t be alive.. can they? Coming to a stop you took a deep breath. You just needed some air. Needed a quick walk to calm down. To relax.
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Walking down the sidewalk. You came to the conclusion that going at night was a horrible idea. Especially if the murderer was actually alive.
Did you have a death wish?
Sighing, you turned around to go back home before freezing. Looking back, your heart dropped. The person hunting, you wore the same outfit Ghostface did. But they looked so much smaller. You took a deep breath, trying to calm your breathing. Just dressing up- you kept repeating in your head. You turned back to walk were you originally going
It’s a horrible choice.
Hurried footsteps came from behind you - before you could look back, you were slammed into the alley way close by you. Without letting you get a grip of what’s going on, you were slammed into the wall. Trying to fight the person off gave no help - the shock you got gave them too much of an upperhand- couldn’t even think to yell for help.
Before the person could stab you - the world around you spun as they were yanked off you. Your eyes widen in surpise and a sickening feeling of relief. “Now, what do we have here?” The real Ghostface spoke weirdly sounding pissed. Without missing a beat- ignoring the cry of the guy who begged to be let go went quiet as he was stabbed aggressively. Tilting their head to look at you- they dropped the person to the ground with little to no concern. Whipping their blood off on the black cloak they put it away.
“Can’t stand copy cats”
Ghostface slammed you into the wall- letting out a terrified squeal you cowered under them- how they chuckled in that distorted voice. “Well, well, little mouse~” they cackled. Their knife titled from your chin up- forcing you to look into that white bloodied mask- the one that kept you up all night in fear. “No, thank you? I saved your life, did I not?” Leaning down the black around their eyes gave nothing away they were carefully covered.
“Come on~ be good and-” their other hand grabbed your jaw harshly- before gently rubbing your chin. “Thank me.”
“Th-” biting back a sob, you cleared your “Thank you” the gentle pat on your cheek told you. You did the smart thing to listen.
“Keep those pretty eyes closed for me, would you?” Ghostface asked, pushing you further into the wall blocking the exit. Closing your eyes tightly, you heard some shuffling. “Open them, and I’ll gut you right here and now.” The firm warning kept you from peaking - your jaw clenched until something hard and firm yet soft hit your lips in a bruising way - they were kissing you. You couldn’t help but moan- they smirked. You were enjoying the kiss- you felt horrible, but it felt so sickeningly sweet.
Harsh bites on your lips made you open up while gloved hands felt you up by your sides- your hands gripped the wall scratching the brick- their tongue invading your mouth fighting yours. The odd metallic taste hit yours.
Blood.
There was blood in your mouth as you kissed them- a murderer. Your stalker. The unknown Killer at large and you didn’t care- when they pulled away, you whined from the empty feeling. Shuffling was heard
“Open those eyes”
Opening them- you flushed in embarrassment on what you just did- the bloodied tilted mask told you the person underneath was studying you- almost waiting.
“I can see why your girlfriend likes you so much.” They laughed, moving to brush some dirt off your cheek
“Get home safe now, little mouse~ There’s a murder out and about”
Your car keys were dropped into your hand
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The whole drive home, you should have felt disgusted with yourself. Felt fear anything - but you want nothing more than to feel those lip- you shook those thoughts away- You kissed - made out with your stalker- the town murderer, and your sitting in your car driving home wishing for the same person to kiss you again?
Getting into the house, you locked the doors closed everything. Once you finished, you sat down on the couch, staying at the ceiling. Everything hurt. Your lip quivered - tears started to fall.
Why did they save you?
Maybe it was some sick game to them. That’s all you could think of. How mad they got when that fake tried to kill you- their prey. You blinked. Their? It almost felt relaxing. Standing up you paced tiredly.
This whole situation is fucked up.
“-?” A hand touched your shoulder. Quickly jumping away, you stared in fear before calming down.
“Robin -” Going to her, you put your head on her shoulder- letting her hold you close. “I-” you started wetting your lips. She’d understand. You were sure she’d understand that they kissed you. “I need to tell you something - Ghostface- their alive. They- they ki-, ” cutting you off, Robin pulled back, looking you over
“You’re hurt. Let me take care of you.” Shushing you softly once you tried to explain what happened. How they kissed you. She wouldn’t listen and kept interrupting you. Stopping you from speaking or it. You were too tired to think of why she was so insistent of you not talking about it - how she didn’t care about Ghostface being alive
Robin washed you clean- gently rubbing the forming bruises from the hits the fake gave you. Silently brushed your hair, pulling it back for you. Even going as far as getting you hot chocolate as you got dressed.
You were so lucky to have her in your life- so lucky your girlfriend would do anything to keep you safe- keep you happy. You missed the knowing smile she gave you when you rubbed your mouth flushed in embarrassment whenever you’d remember the encounter.
What you don’t know won’t kill you after all.
#nico robin#nico robin x you#nico robin x reader#one piece x you#one piece x reader#one piece#i like ghostface ig
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#there's something about this photo#that just screams#hey. there's my dork ass man over there.#two bags like a mom. headphones in to ignore me.#ghostface socks because fashion#kat straight glanced over at her man and said I need this Photo.#husband view#trixie mattel#katya zamolodchikova#the brians#katya on IG
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yoo filtered tags aside could you have atleast waited a damn day or two after scream was even officially before posting shit about it?? like fr homie its common decency… like talk about it sure!!! but give people a chance to have the movie even come out every where to start blocking stuff :((
i literally used tags, posted i was about to see it, and didn’t say anything except about *** which everyone knows was a long shot to begin with and would’ve been super out of left field
#i’d get it if i was posting something legit#like the ghostface identity obviously wouldn’t post anywhere#but i’ve long joked about being a [redacted ig] truther#also it’s been out since yesterday some places i’m pretty sure#obviously don’t expect everyone to have seen it thus the spoiler tags#anon#answered
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so in honor of me loving Halloween Ends so much, I decided to watch Halloween III: Season of the Witch (just for kicks bc i assumed it sucked but like, how funny would it be if I loved this one too, right???)
anyway i’m 15 minutes in and i’m invested as hell, i really just do not give a single FUCK about michael meyers do i lmfaooooo
#like this is me learning he is by far my least favorite slasher#bc i totally get it#had this been a nightmare or scream movie with less than 10 minutes of freddy or ghostface#i'd be pissed too#but like.....michael just be blah to me ig so i didn't need him lmao#kittywatches
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I posted a reel on ig like two weeks ago and it’s still blowing up wtf? It’s currently sitting at 32,354 views 😳
#y’all are loving my ghostface look#like that post is doing numbers#idk why but i like it#go follow me on ig tho#adriiiana_xoxo
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protect her
Tara Carpenter x Detective!Reader
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Preview: "Tara wants to go to college, study, party, make mistakes, and maybe even find love – glancing back at you with that thought. She wanted to be a normal 20-year-old, doing 20-year-old things with her older… girlfriend? Tara didn’t know if she could call you that, but you shared enough sweet soft moments with her to consider you, hers. But she couldn’t do that if she had to look over her shoulder at every creak with a startle."
Warnings: suggestive themes, mentions of violence and mature language. slight scream vi spoilers. read at your own risk.
Note: Reader is around Sam's age, so like 25 or 26. Tara being a words of affirmation girlie. Thought this dynamic would be fun to write about. I'm incapable of writing shorter oneshots ig, so enjoy 6k+ words of whatever this is lol.
Word Count: 6.1k+
The honking of horns blowing through the cool night air was muffled when you pushed the glass door of the diner open. The chimes of the overhead bell rang alerting the room of your presence but barely anyone turned their heads – save for Sam Carpenter who smiled at you.
You shuddered away remnants of the chill air off your shoulders, stepping closer to the bartop; claiming your seat in the far corner pressed up against the wall. A mug is placed on the counter before you even finish hanging your jacket on the back of the chair.
You slide into the high-top seat as the brunette pours coffee into the mug with a carafe. “Still hot, wow, I must be special.”
“Yeah okay, hotshot. You just happened to make it in time for a new pot.” She rolls her eyes, and you hide your smirk behind the mug; taking a sip – ignoring the fact that you usually come in at this time.
“You on the clock?” She asks, leaning on her elbows atop the counter. She glances back briefly, making sure her snitch of a coworker wasn’t around to scold her for not doing her job.
It was still too early for the influx of drunk regulars and one-timers to come by, so really the only kinds of people in here were the ones who were getting off work too late to make dinner at home.
“Just got off, 16 hours. But got a new lead on a case that went cold a couple of months ago so I guess I’m doing a double. Just reviewing some notes now.” You sigh heavily, gesturing to the files and folders sprawled out on the table.
She chuckles, shaking her head. “You work too much. You need to take a break and focus on something else outside of work. When was the last time you did something just for you?”
You roll your eyes at her mocking tone, shooting back, “Oh yeah? You learn that from therapy?”
It was her turn to glower when you remind her of the doctor visits.
“Yeah, that’s usually the advice therapists love to give me before I actually open up – you know like they tell me to and suddenly they’re running for the hills, one by one.”
You snort, all too familiar with the tales of her doctor visits. It took a while for Sam to open up to you; trust came sparsely these days for the Carpenter. It wasn’t until one of your frequent visits turned into you having to step in and kick a rowdy group of drunkards who were harassing Sam of something along the lines of ‘Woodsboro’ and ‘Ghostface’. It was only when you threatened the group with jail time did they relent.
Sam knew she could trust you after you sent her an acknowledging nod when the group left and went back to minding your own business. The next time you visited, she opened up; about her past, her father, her hallucinations, the attacks and the trauma that came afterward. And, how she managed to land herself in the big city, which sprouted an overzealous rant about her strained relationship with her sister.
You knew how to read people well, it was a significant part of your job to be able to. So, you knew from the moment you laid eyes on her that there was a fire behind those dark eyes that she desperately tried to douse – you had interrogated and dealt with enough people to know what the glint meant.
You were honest to Sam that you had an inkling of suspicion about the darkness in her mind – you still accepted her despite knowing her dirty secret; that a part of her doesn’t feel bad for killing Richie and Amber, if anything it felt kinda good. Sam was confused as to why you, a cop, weren't locking her behind bars at the confession.
But, having dealt with the scum of the Earth, you can tell she was nothing like them.
It isn’t always easy to differentiate people between just good and bad, you told her when she asked.
A friendship blossomed between you two after that, bonding over similar traumas. Sam invited you to her apartment to meet her friends and sister – who all interrogated you, Mindy, most especially to make sure you weren’t secretly Ghostface. The girl had some skills in that department, you'll admit.
Coming to learn of your career and how surprisingly well Sam trusted you, the group lowered their walls bit by bit. They would never say it out loud but they felt way safer having you around.
“That’s why I don’t go to therapy.” You shrug, taking a sip of the steaming coffee; letting the heat warm your bones.
She snorts, pretending to be wiping the countertop when her coworker peeks her head out to look at you two. “You probably need it more than anyone else in this place.”
“You’re not wrong about that.” You mumble, as you flip through the evidence photos of a homicide you investigated five months ago. The pictures were gruesome, but it was just another day on the job for you. Maybe that’s why you and Sam got along more than expected.
Sam’s phone vibrates from her back pocket and she fishes it out, reading the text.
‘We got into some trouble, some help?’ it was Anika, no doubt being appointed to text Sam because the others didn't want to do it themselves.
“Dammit.” Sam sighs, already taking off her apron to leave.
“What’s up?” You raise a brow at her panicked expression.
“My sister and her friends got into some trouble. I need to get them. Crap! They’re all the way in the East Village.” She says reading the other incoming texts on her phone. “This is what I get for letting her go out.”
“Come on, I’ll drive you.” You say, already standing when Sam mentioned Tara. The thought of the brunette in trouble makes your heart stop for a moment.
“No, I can’t ask you to do that. You’re working.” She shakes her head in protest.
“Carpenter, it’s a 30-minute drive just to get to the East Village, get your ass permission to leave then meet me at my car. Acting like Danny wouldn’t have my ass if I just left you like this.” You mutter, acting indifferent – but it was true, her boyfriend would have your head on a stick if you ever left Sam high and dry, not that you would ever.
She nods, knowing she won’t win this one with you. You throw a $20 tip, slip on your jacket, and make your way back out into the cool fall air.
You lit a cigarette to pass time as you wait for Sam – leaning against your car, trying to ease the nervousness raging in you as you think of what kind of trouble Tara found herself in.
You and Tara are... complicated. You two haven't exactly slapped a label on it, all you know is you care about her more than you probably should.
Because of your close connection with Sam, and how much everyone secretly trusted you. You and Tara found yourselves growing closer to each other with each visit to their apartment.
Tara was weary about you at first introduction, ignoring that you were ridiculously attractive. She can still remember Mindy asking you to your face 'Where did Sam find you?' in a flirtatious tone. You just chuckled and explained how you met her sister, and Tara knew it was kind of wrong, but she couldn't help but be intrigued…
Then Sam started leaving you two alone in the apartment to run some errands. With not much to do, Tara decided to pop a horror movie in to watch with you – finding out you’ve never seen ‘Se7en’ after inquiring if your job was just like the movies.
A connection between you and Tara blossomed from those moments in that tiny NYC living room.
Suddenly she wasn't just your friend's little sister and man, is she magnetic.
She educates you on the joys of horror movies and you watch every single one, listening to her analysis of each scene; simply enjoying the serenity she brings out in you.
Tara is secretly glad you are older than her because sometimes it meant you’re so different, but that just means she can expose you to her interests, and vice versa. You never turned her down – no matter what it was.
On the slim chance you got off work early enough, you visited the diner to keep Sam company and do some work.
Sometimes though, when Sam would end mid-morning, you two would continue your talks at her apartment – sometimes with Danny, over whatever leftover diner food she would steal from her work for you three to munch on over beers and conversation.
Those would be the nights where you would pass out on their couch from drinking and Tara would finally come out of her room when Sam and Danny leave. She would tuck a blanket over your sleeping figure, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, taking the time to scan your features for any injuries. And in the mornings, when you were gathering your bearings from a night of drinks and bad choices, Tara would force you to sit down at their dining table and have breakfast with her. Scolding you for your irresponsible choices, but being grateful you were in front of her, nonetheless.
She worries for you with your job and all.
And as you find yourself giving into her request for morning coffee, stolen kisses, and conversation – you push away thoughts of being late to work as you find yourself grateful for similar musings the longer you stare at the pretty girl across from you.
“Wow, if people couldn’t tell you're a narc. They sure could now.” Sam takes the time to poke fun at you – pulling you out of your daydream. You look down at your figure; sporting a button-down shirt, trousers with your leather jacket on top and trusty leather boots on your feet.
You roll your eyes in realization and flick away the cigarette bud, yanking the car door open.
“It’s the work dress cod– just get in the damn car, Carpenter.”
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The usual thirty-minute drive instead took fifteen minutes as you pounded on the accelerator, flipped the sirens on, and dashed past other cars on the road as they cleared the way for you.
You arrive at the corner of a lower Manhattan intersection, the East Village was known for its bustling nightlife; you can see a mix of all ages of people wandering the street as they continue their bar crawl.
It was further down the road, where you can see six sullen-looking figures sitting on the curb of the sidewalk – a police officer standing above them.
Sam dashes out of the car before you can even finish parking. You see her run down the street and talk to the officer, getting in his face and the six others look at her panicked. You sigh, and make your way out of the car, strapping your badge to your belt – you’d need to use it soon, you’re sure.
Tara’s eyes immediately connect to you as soon as you climb out of the car. Before she can think about it, she’s standing up to meet you. “Ah ah, I said sit down! You better listen or I’ll throw you all in jail for the night.”
“You can’t do that!” Sam shouts, stepping closer to the police officer. You decided enough was enough when you saw the police officer resting his hand on his holster.
“All right, that’s enough.” You grasp Sam’s elbow, yanking her away from the police officer. The older Carpenter is slightly startled by the rough tug, but you push her behind you getting in between her and the policeman.
“I think we’re all good here officer, thank you.” You say with finality. You weren’t asking, you were telling and Tara’s inebriated mind is all hot and bothered.
“Like hell we are, these six were caught sneaking into a club underage, and this one.” He points to Sam, “is getting on my nerves. Now, it seems like I can add you to the list, ‘cause who the hell you think you are, buddy?”
You briefly glance a stern side-eye to Tara at ‘club and underage’, she immediately looks away.
“Detective Y/L/N from the 99th precinct.” You slide your jacket aside to flash him the badge on your waist.
”And, you must be… Officer Leroy. From 6th, huh.” Reading his name tag and badge.
“Think that’s supposed to mean something?” You see his eyes on your badge before glowering to meet your eyes. “I’ll arrest you too.”
The group breaks out into loud protests.
You chuckle knowingly, “How long you been in the force buddy?” You ask, not unaware of all of the eyes on you as you and the officer have a stare-off.
“Four months.” He answers confidently, pushing his shoulders up and back to appear taller.
“Hmm… see I had a feeling. ‘Cause, my buddy Rivers just got promoted to Captain six months ago over on the 6th precinct, which means he’s most likely your superior. I wonder what you’ll tell him as to what charge you picked us up for. ‘Cause well, he will see me.” You shrug, offering up that thought for him to think about.
“Oh better yet, I’d just love to see what you write down on that case report, Officer. Leroy.” Your tone was harsh now as you stepped in his face, intimidating him.
He was forced to take a step back as you got in his space, his features paling, it took a few seconds before he conceded. “Fine! Just get the hell out of here, and don’t let me see you again!”
Everyone let out a relieved sigh as you smirked at his submission; everyone immediately takes the chance to leave and Sam tries to tug on your arm but you were still staring the cop down. He put this hand on his fucking gun when Sam got in his face and anger was quickly rising in your veins – you were unmovable, even by rough force.
“Y/N it’s over, let’s go.” Sam tries again but she can feel your arm harden as your knuckles tighten into a fist. “Y/N, seriously.”
Tara sobered up by the time police charges was being thrown around and her worry about your protectiveness was increasing. Sam couldn’t even pull you away. Chad steps in when Sam asks for help to convince you to move. He puts a hand on your shoulder, whispering calming words, no doubt.
But nothing was working as you stood there, still unmovable. She wouldn’t be surprised if Chad threw you over his shoulder and dragged you away, even though you weren’t that much smaller than him. In your boots, you were nearly at his height and Tara had to strain her neck to try and meet your eyes.
It was only when Tara pulled away from Quinn and Mindy’s hold and stepped in front of you, putting a hand just above your chest that you blinked, glancing down at her. “Y/N, let’s go… please.”
When you tried to glance back up at the other officer, whose partner had seen the commotion and tried his own efforts in calming him; his patience thinning by the second – was when Tara’s grasp on your shirt firmed, making you look back at her own stern eyes.
"Let's. Go." Her tone left no room for argument. Warning you from doing something stupid and you clench your jaw, looking away from the uniformed officers.
“Fine…"
Everyone slowly releases a breath when your rigid posture relaxes. “I’m driving you home, let’s go.” You exclaim to the rest but look directly at Tara, “Especially you, Carpenter.”
You place a hand on the sliver of her back and Tara shivers not used to being this close to you in a while. Your hand keeps its place even as you both turn and Sam is immediately on her ass about sneaking into a club. You guide the bickering sisters to walk to the car, zoning out the familiar sounds of their argument.
“–ou’re lucky Y/N was at the diner, who knows what that creep would’ve done if we didn’t drive out here in time.” Your hand tightens, subtly bringing her closer to your side at Sam’s words, Tara glances over when you do.
“It was fine until you got there and started overreacting, Sam.” Tara rolls her eyes, way past just ‘over’ Sam’s overprotectiveness. The younger girl loved her sister, she did, but she didn’t want to live her life constantly looking over her shoulder.
Tara wants to go to college, study, party, make mistakes, and maybe even find love – glancing back at you with that thought. She wanted to be a normal 20-year-old, doing 20-year-old things with her older… girlfriend? Tara didn’t know if she could call you that, but you shared enough sweet soft moments with her to consider you, hers. But she couldn’t do that if she had to look over her shoulder at every creak with a startle.
Sam scoffed offended, “Are you kidding me right now?” And you sigh because you can feel a bigger fight brewing and you can hear the slurring in Tara’s words, not a good mix.
“Let’s get you all home first before we do this, okay?” You cut in when you see the car come closer into view. Fishing for your keys, you throw them at Sam making her catch them.
“Walk ahead and start the car for me, please?” You ask with a raised brow; tilting your head to gesture to Tara saying a wordless ‘i got her’. Sam relents, tightly gripping the keys and walked ahead.
Tara leans her head against your shoulder, grateful for the brief moment of seclusion as everyone else walks up ahead.
“Are you mad at me?” You glance down at her frown, before looking away.
“No. I’m not.”
“That wasn’t very convincing. If you’re mad you can tell me… cause then I can fix it.” You feel her run her hand up and down your back, under your jacket. It made a shiver run up your spine as she continued rubbing lines on the fabric of your shirt.
“I swear, I’m not mad. A little disappointed but no, not mad.”
Tara huffs, sliding her arm off your back when you reach the car; the talk cut short. You open the car door sitting Tara inside, it was a tight squeeze but she was small. You’d sit her on your lap if her sister wasn't here. Anika did sit on Mindy’s lap though with poor Chad in the middle seat and then Tara.
She squeezes your hand just before you shut the door.
Apparently, Ethan and Quinn elected not to go home and continue on with their night.
Sam is already sitting in the passenger seat by the time you closed Tara’s door. With a sigh, you pull your door open, sit behind the wheel and drive off to the Carpenter’s apartment.
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Sam hurriedly rushes everyone into the living room as soon she opens the door; making sure to quadruple lock it, twist the handle to make sure it's locked and look out the peephole. It was Sam’s routine whenever she got into their place.
“Come on, let’s go, sit down.” Sam waves at you all, walking to the kitchen to grab water for everyone.
You help Tara onto the far edge of the couch, sitting her beside Mindy, who sat beside Anika. Chad decided to choose a record to listen to get rid of the tense air.
You felt Tara pulling you down with her, “Let me sit on your lap.” She mutters only to you.
“We can’t,” You whisper in her ear, slightly shaking your head. You hear her huff when you refuse her and see the pout on her lips when you pulled back, slightly smiling at her adorableness.
You force yourself to walk away from the younger Carpenter; heart tugging firmly, wanting nothing more than to wrap her in your arms, especially after not knowing what kind of trouble she was in.
Instead, you make your way into the kitchen to help Sam with the water bottles and bread.
“Is this necessary, Sam?” You ask the brunette, who was frantically searching through the fridge on her knees.
“You kidding? Chad is literally just staring holes at the record player.” She rebuttals and you glance back at the younger boy in amusement.
With a chuckle, you say, “He’s just high as shit. He’ll come down soon, plus he’s here now, they all are. Just relax and take a deep breath, man.” You remind her in a serious tone, holding out a hand to hold all the water bottles she was passing off to you.
“I know, I know. I was just worried.” She follows your advice taking calming, deep breaths as you follow along with her.
“Your therapist would be so proud, Samantha.” You tease smugly as she scoffs, hitting your leg from her position on the floor – you kick her back.
“Can you make sure Tara drinks and eats something, and that she’s okay before going to bed?” Sam asks you in a hushed tone, although she didn’t need to. The other four were all too engrossed either in the music or the TV in the back.
“Why me?”
“She’s not ready to talk to me and I’m not either... and I just wanna sleep right now.” She admits with a plead behind her eyes and you nod with no hesitation.
“I'll make sure all of them make it to bed, don’t worry.” She nods appreciatively, then stands so you can both get back to the other four in the living room – tossing them some bread.
“Finish that whole bottle before going to sleep, I don’t care if you piss your pants while you do ‘em.” You say in a stern tone while throwing the bottles, then sitting on the armchair to Tara’s left.
Sam shares a look with you as she slips out of the room, wordlessly, leaving you with the other four. They watched TV for the next 20 minutes, glancing around as each of them got progressively tired the more time ticked on.
“Alright. I think it’s time to call it a night.” You call it.
The twins and Anika slowly got up, muttering goodbyes and promises of texting Tara once they’d made it home. You offered to drive them to their dorm but felt the silent conversation between the friends – as Tara got them to turn you down to get you to stay here with her.
You lean against the front door, watching as the trio made their way down the stairs until they were out of sight. As soon as you shut the door closed, you felt arms wrap around your midsection – making you turn around.
“I missed you,” Tara mutters against your chest making you chuckle when it slightly tickled.
You cup her jaw, making her look into your eyes. “I missed you too, baby.”
Tara melts at the term of endearment, grabbing your neck to pull you down for a long searing kiss. Lips slotted over one another as they found the familiar grooves of each other’s mouths. Only breaking apart when Tara confessed with a bated breath, “You looked so hot confronting that other cop.”
“Yeah?”
“Mhmm…” She mutters connecting her mouth to your neck, peppering wet kisses there. She can hear you sigh in satisfaction and it makes her hold on you tighten even more. But with great reluctance, you pulled away from Tara; who whimpered in protest.
“We can’t, babe.” You remind her, pointing with your head to Sam’s room.
She frowns, “then come to my room.” Problem solved. She smirked devilishly, tugging you toward her room; you refused.
“We still can’t. You’re drunk and I’m not taking advantage.” You whisper, only stepping close to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. She groans letting her head drop to your shoulder as your hand played with her hair.
“I hate that you’re a goodie two shoes.” She mutters making you laugh.
You tilt her head up with the hand already in her hair – gaze intense as you whisper, “I can assure you, I am far from a goodie two shoes.”
And Tara thought she melted at the way your voice dropped an octave when you said that but she knew she melted when you leaned down, tugging her by the hair, to connect your lips.
It was barely a peck, all tender and fleeting.
When you pulled away, she smirked knowingly watching as your eyes traced a path from her lips to her eyes – your gaze all dark, lustful. When your eyes connect you dive into her with a hair-raising kiss; all hungry and pining.
The feeling of your tongue clashing against hers and sounds of soft moans sends time stopping like only you and her exist in this apartment together. But Tara knows it doesn’t really stop and she has to eventually pull away before she takes you in the hallway – right then and there.
“God, you drive me crazy,” Tara whispers against your lips.
“So do you… cause sneaking into a club, really?” You ask unimpressed and Tara immediately pulls back, groaning.
Snickering as you follow closely behind when she walks into her room, trying to get away from you.
“You’re a mood-killer.” She mutters sitting on her bed, arms crossed over her chest; sulking.
“And you’re gonna give me and Sam a heart attack soon.” You joke but it was true. Tara loved to prove her sister wrong; not like being told what to do. It grew a defiant attitude in her that loved to stir shit up just for the hell of it, and that landed her in some hot waters with her friends sometimes. She definitely made your blood pressure sky-rocket, sometimes too.
“Why?” Tara probes. You were always so elusive and mysterious – it came with your job and allure. She can barely get you to open up about your feelings most of the time, saying you prefer to show her than tell her. You definitely did, so this admission from you was new. It has Tara yearning to hear more words of affirmation from you.
“Do I have to spell it out for you? I care about you, dummy. I nearly caused multiple accidents just to get to you. I was going like 80 mph the whole time,” You admitted, scratching the back of your neck a little ashamed.
“You were really that worried?” She asks, looking up at you with a hopeful stare like she was surprised.
“Of course, I was Tara. I even used the siren lights.” You shake your head at the fact that she’s even asking.
She was smiling goofily as you walked closer to stand between her legs, taking both her hands in yours. “I worry for all of you. But you, well, I always worry for you 'cause I’m thinking about you all the time.” You confessed in a whisper in her dark room.
Tara bites her lip, staring up at you with an indecipherable look. “You’re the worst.” Was the words that left her mouth.
“What, why?” You ask laughing.
She lets go of your hands to fiddle with your shirt buttons, muttering, “‘Cause you’re standing here looking all good and saying all the right things, and you still won’t fuck me.”
“Oookay…” You chuckle, grabbing at her fingers trying to unbutton your shirt, “That’s enough from you tonight. Let’s get you to bed before you say anything else you might regret tomorrow.”
She huffed but allowed you to grab her some new clothes to help her change; still not fucking her, Tara complains. Your eyes never even strayed from hers, not even when she took her bra off to change shirts and batted her eyes seductively. When she was all ready, you helped her to bed; tucking her in.
“Stay with me?” She asks grabbing onto your shirt, then gripping tighter. “Please.”
“What about Sam?” You ask softly, pushing away some hair from her face.
“She’s probably already sleeping, if not, she’s gonna be in her room all night.” Tara reasons, fully tugging you on top of her.
You give in like you always do.
Work for you and classes for Tara have been a lot right now, not being able to find time alone. You were practically living at the police station with the crime surge in the city, working late nights and long hours. With Sam’s overprotectiveness, Tara can say goodbye to dates so she only really sees you when you come over with her sister. You take your jacket off, place it on the chair in the corner of her room and tug your boots off. Remembering you had a change of clothes here from when Tara ransacked your closet; you picked out a shirt and shorts before getting into bed beside the younger Carpenter.
She was on you in an instant, swinging a leg over your waist, shoving her face in your neck. You feel her exhale a calming breath, once she’d settled into a comfortable position on you. You reciprocate by wrapping a strong grip around her waist, cherishing the way her skin warmed yours and how the weight of her body felt perfect.
“Just stay with me until I fall asleep?” She asks you with such a vulnerable gaze that you would never dream of ever telling her no.
You nod, pressing a kiss to her lips, then forehead. “Of course, pretty girl. Goodnight.”
She smiles against your lips, whispering her own, “goodnight.”
As you hold Tara Carpenter in your arms, you find yourself fending off sleep, only ever being this relaxed around the girl. You squeeze her slightly, feeling grateful to be with her at this moment with all the craziness in your two’s lives. No worries of outside-world problems could break the cozy bubble you and Tara created. Without ever standing a chance, you lose the fight to sleep and easily fall off the precipice with her in your embrace.
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“Tara, do you have my nail polish – Oh this is cute.”
You spring up, the voice startling you from the most relaxed sleep you’ve ever had; the type that makes your entire body heavy and head foggy when you wake up. You were the lightest of sleepers, a pin drop could probably startle you awake, but never when you fell asleep beside Tara.
“What the fuck?” Tara grumbles against your side, peaking her head up to see Quinn watching you two in bed.
It took you a few seconds to realize where you were and instantly pale when you realize you never left the Carpenter Sister’s apartment, you never even made it out of Tara’s bed. You can feel the stream of sunlight coming in from Tara’s window and just know you had majorly fucked up.
“I just needed my nail polish but this is quite a sight, definitely a pleasant surprise.” She waves a hand toward you two, and you roll your eyes.
“Shit babe, Sam.” Tara places a hand on your arm. You check the watch strapped on your wrist for the time, 10:32 AM – making you leap out of her, oh so warm bed.
“Screw Sam, my Captain is gonna be on my ass until next year if I don’t get to work now. I was late about two hours ago.” Grumbling, you yanked Tara’s closet open and grabbed the spare trousers and button-down, you stowed in there.
"Can't say I blame your Captain." Quinn retorts, heavily eyeing you as you change your shorts into trousers.
Tara groans at the mess this morning has already been, flopping onto her back.
“Screw Sam, huh?” She appears, leaning on the threshold just behind Quinn, crossing her arms over her chest.
Your hands stall on the tie you were tying as you hear your friend’s voice, making you turn around.
“I guess that’s a no on the nail polish?” Tara glares at her roommate.
Quinn shrugs, still ogling as you changed before turning to leave the room. “Not a wasted trip though, nice catch Tara.” She winks at the brunette – holding a thumbs up.
The redhead just laughs, moving out of the way when Tara attempts to throw a pillow at her.
“Sam… I’d love to explain but I am so late for work right now.” You plead at the older sister.
Tara sat on her bed wordlessly, unsure of what Sam’s reaction is going to be – but ready to defend her relationship with you, regardless.
Sam chuckles shrugging lightly, “I already knew. Or well, I had a feeling, but this just confirms it.”
You and Tara look at each other at her confession, unsure if Sam’s words hold positive or negative connotations. Sam sees the eye-contact and laughs.
“I’m not mad, I promise. I was a little hurt that you didn’t tell me…” She pauses, “okay. I was really hurt when you guys didn’t tell me. But I realize I haven’t given Tara reason to trust me with anything about her life lately.”
That makes Tara’s head perk up at her sister’s admission. All she’s ever wanted was for Sam to trust her a little because trust went both ways in every type of relationship.
“And well, I guess I can’t think of anyone better to be with my sister than my cop friend. Especially after you came through for her last night. You were driving so fast, I thought I was gonna die.” Sam laughs a little but you’re still unconvinced.
When Sam realizes no one was still talking she chuckles again. “Guys, I’m serious!”
You cough clearing your throat, “Sorry Sam, it’s just that... I–uh,”
Tara decided to cut off your stammering, “We’re just surprised, Sam. We thought you'd be more upset. And that we were more subtle.” She admits, shooting you a look.
“You weren't. But, I thought a lot about what to say until I realized it was just you guys and I care about you two so much. You don’t think I noticed Tara being a lot happier than usual and you actually looking somewhat at peace?” She asks rhetorically, reading you and Tara to filth – your cheeks reddening, not being used to being at the other end of the ‘questioning’.
“I see how you look at each other. I know you’ll protect her.” That last sentence she says looking at you and it means the world to get her approval – something that you didn’t even know you wanted, you nod at her appreciatively.
Sam pushes herself off the doorframe, tapping on it. “Now come on, there’s breakfast in the kitchen, don't let it get cold. And Y/N, I don’t think you’re gonna make it to work today.” She winks, leaving you and Tara alone in the room.
You didn’t say anything for a few seconds, unable to find words to describe what just transpired in the span of a few minutes. Then you hear a scoff bring you out of your reverie.
“What the hell was that,” Tara commented, getting up from the bed and closing the door before approaching you.
“I’m… not really sure. I can’t tell if I’m still asleep.” You mumble, grabbing at her cheeks to make sure you weren't in a dream. Tara whines against the pinching, swatting your hands away.
You laughed at her frown before leaning down to kiss her slightly chapped lips, all soft and slow. Tara pulls you closer by the neck, sighing against pressed mouths. A sweet moan escapes her mouth when you suck down hard on her lip, releasing it with a loud pop.
“You think I should call in sick today?” You whisper, running a gentle thumb to soothe her swollen lip.
Tara nods, eyes half-open still a little dazed from your kiss. When she gathers her bearings, she runs a hand down your half-done tie, tugging you closer. “Definitely.”
"You can tell me more about how worried you were and how fast you were driving too," She whispers against your mouth, using your tie as a leash.
"Are you turned on right now?"
"Kinda... can I drive with the sirens on?" She slides the question in like it was nothing.
"No."
"Buzzkill." She teases but pulls you on top when her back hits the mattress. “I’ll make you change your mind.”
You definitely forgot to make that phone call.
The rest of that morning was spent in between Tara’s sheets, you two hidden away from the world; ignoring the flurry of texts and calls from your work phone. Only leaving her room to grab some food and water, but getting caught in the crossfire of teasings from Tara's friends when they see the hickeys on your neck.
Tara merely strides past you, dressed in nothing but your button-down, stopping for a peck on the lips and grabbing the water from your hands before hiding back in her room to ignore her friends. You don’t miss the cheeky wink she tosses you and the grimace Sam lets out as she watches. Instead, you keep your head down and follow the smaller girl like a lost puppy, ignoring the other's whistles as you do.
And, when you make your way to your desk the next day, a mountain pile of shitty cases for the next month is stacked high as punishment.
You still find it hard to feel any remorse for the no-show.
It was definitely worth it.
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Ghostface!Spencer Reid x fem!Reader
Well Kinktober is coming up and my bae is in need of sm kinkkyy
TW[updated]: Stalking, Breaking and entering, bandages, insert of foreign deadly material into privates, somnophilia, dacraephilia, Non-con, dubious con, Con-Non-con (at sm point i hope), bondage, knife play, rape kink, possessive!Spencer, murder threats, kinda forced bj, Creampie, degradation, dvp, BWC ig,(Idk what else BUT BRACE YOURSELF)
He's not supposed to be here. He thinks as he closes your backdoor. He can faintly hear you singing in the kitchen. He's definitely not supposed to be here, he locks the door and slowly walks towards your living room, the sight has him hard. You're laying on the L shaped couch in nothing but an oversized shirt that has riden up your legs exposing your lacey white panties.
He bit his lip to hide a moan as he thought of all the nasty disgusting things he could do to. He made up his mind. He wasn't going to kill you. Necrophilia wasn't his thing. He stayed in the shadows. Watching.
He watched you finish your movie. Call your friends. Scroll social media. Finally at 10:54 you went to bed, he ghosted you walking silently behind you, he wanted to laugh. You were so fucking dumb not to lock your back doors at night. He'd fuck that stupid right out of you.
He watched as you plugged in your phone, how you plopped into bed, how you went out like a light. He waited outside your room for an hour after all, he was a patient man. Especially when what he wanted was right infront of him. He finally enter and swore when he saw you.
Your shirt had ridden up even more,, you're hair was a mess and the final blow your legs were wide open calling for him to sink into them. He left the room and went round your house, locking every single window, making sure every single door is locked and every curtain drawn.
He goes back and your still in that delectable position. He slowly takes out a rope and a knife. With the speed of a cat he ties your hands up and ties your legs to both side of the bedpost. He flips the knife so the blade is in his hand, with the hilt he slowly enters your pussy.
Your pussy squelches as it goes in deeper. He takes it out and he's in awe at how slick it is now. He sucks it clean and smirks, you can definitely take him. If not, he'll make it fit.
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Ultraviolence - E.L & C.M
(pt. 1)
Fandom: “Scream Vi”
Pairing: Stepbrother! Ethan Landry x fem! Reader, Chad Meeks Martin x fem! Reader (not in this chapter), Ethan Landry x Chad Meeks Martin (not in this chapter)
Warning: dubcon, stepcest (stepsister x stepbrother), reference to being siblings while fucking (I’m sorry), jealousy, p n v, Ethan isn’t a virgin in this, loss of virginity for reader, Cherry popping, slight blood kink, scent kink, sir kink, dark! Dom! Ethan, sub! Reader, slight perv! Reader, Ethan is older (19/20), reader is of age, quinn doesn’t exist ig, masturbation, fingering, corruption kink, degradation, choking, a little bit of titty worship
A/N: this is the first part to the stepbrother! Ethan landry fic! <3 heavily imagining the way Ethan acts after the ghostface reveal for this, bc he’s just so cray cray and fine 😜 so he’s like, majorly unhinged and cocky 💗💋 reader is also hyperfem ! (I like pt 2 better honestly pls bear with me)
When you first figured out that your mom was marrying, you were ecstatic. She deserved to be married to a decent guy, and Wayne was someone in that category. He was nice, had money, and you didn’t dislike him.
When you first met Ethan, however, he made you nervous.
You didn’t hate him, per say. But the intense look he gave you the first time he was forced to shake your hand put a chill up your spine. His gaze itself cut into you like a knife. Polar opposites, him in dark sweaters, t-shirts, and jeans. And you? Clad in the shortest skirts, in the tightest tops.
The boy had ignored you the first few weeks of knowing each other. Now moved in, you’re both in the same house. Your rooms are right across from each other’s: yours completely covered in pink, with flower and hello kitty accessories laying about. Ethan’s is definitely different; a little bit less cluttered, most of it blue. A bookcase in one corner. You knew this because he left his door open quite often.
You regret not paying attention to that tiny detail.
It’s a sunny day. The sun is shining brightly down on you as you rest beside the pool in your backyard. Clad in a checkered pink bathing suit, your hair is thrown up with a claw clip and you’re spread out on a towel. Suntanning is one of your favorite activities, and today is great for it.
Wayne is at work and your mom is away doing errands. You don’t know where Ethan is. Probably in the living room watching a show, you suspect. It’s what he usually does.
You sigh, and pop the knuckle of your left hand. It’s definitely time for a drink, and you want to get your Bluetooth speaker.
When you go inside, you climb up the stairs to your room. Ethan’s door is slightly cracked, but not to the point where you can see inside. Not unless you’re close to it, at least. He must be busy.
You roll your eyes when you catch sight of the dress you’re going to be forced to wear at your mom’s wedding resting on the top of your dresser. You love her, but the woman does not have a good sense of style.
Grabbing the small speaker in your hand, you begin to make your way back outside.
And that’s when you hear it.
A groan, and then something wet.
Its coming from Ethan’s room, and sounds like him. And it’s as if the sounds he’s making started up right when you went to leave. And with his door unlocked? It couldn’t be that wrong to be curious and see what he was doing, could it?
You approach the door, not really thinking it through. And when you catch sight of the room through the crack of the door, it takes everything in you not to rub yourself.
You can see Ethan on his bed, shirt off and his bottom lip caught in between his teeth, his sweats pulled down to expose himself. He’s looking at his cock, face scrunched up in pleasure, and god, he’s big. You can feel your face heating up, can feel your swimsuit beginning to get soaked with more than just water.
“Oh… shit. Yeah, baby. You like that cock, don’t you? You dirty little bitch.” He growls, and it’s like he’s saying it directly to you.
And maybe he is. Because as his thumb is rubbing the tip of his cock, he looks directly at your quivering form in the door, thrusts his hips into the air, and cums.
You’re trying your hardest to avoid Ethan.
And who wouldn’t? He’s your fucking stepbrother and you just watched him jack off; not only that, but he orgasmed when he saw you watching. It’s fucked up.
You try to push the guilt of touching yourself later that night to the thought of it down. And it’s hard. Ethan sends you glances, a lot more noticeable than his usual ones, and when you make eye contact with him he looks at you with mischievous eyes.
And then comes the day that you’re both alone again. You’re on the couch watching a show, trying to get your mind off of Ethan. When of course, he comes down the stairs, wearing a black button up shirt and jeans. The shirt hugs his muscles and you try not to pay attention to that. He sits down beside you.
“Hey, sis.” His voice is amused, and you don’t look at him as you adjust your thigh highs.
“Hey, Ethan.” You mumble. The tv show is suddenly very interesting.
“I like this show, too. Really good.” He notes, as if this isn’t the first set of words you’ve ever really said to each other. His hand rests on the top of your thigh and the movement makes you jump out of your seat. You look at him for a moment and then scurry to the kitchen.
“Where are you goin’ sis?” He questions loudly.
“T-To…get something to drink!”
You go to the fridge to open the door and pull out a Cherry Coke, nervous hands skimming over other drinks to have an excuse to stay in the room for longer. You jump when you turn around and Ethan is leaning against the counter. He looks calm, a small smirk playing on his handsome face.
“Can you get me one too, sweet thing?”
The nickname makes you flush, and you turn around to reach back into the fridge and grab another Cherry Coke.
You hold it out to him, but instead of grabbing the drink his hand goes to wrap around your wrist to pull you closer. You inhale sharply when his hand comes up to move a piece of your hair out of the way. He then leans into you, so much that you can feel his breath. You clench your eyes shut and pull away when his lips almost touch yours.
“C’mon, don’t be like that.”
“E-Ethan…” he’s looking at you so intently, that it makes you flush under his gaze. And then his fingers move to the thin strap of your top, playing with it. He seems deeply concentrated on it. Or, more likely, your tits. “I don’t know what you’re trying to do or… or trying to start, but we can’t-”
“You’re really pretty, do you know that?” He interrupts, and you stutter, not really knowing how to reply.
“Y-Yes? I mean, a lot of people say it, but…” he looks up at you and smiles.
“You’re so sweet, too. So innocent..” he frowns, his grip tightening on your shirt strap. “But maybe you aren’t. Because you’re a little pervert, aren’t you baby?”
“I-I didn’t… I didn’t mean to-“
“But you did. Don’t lie to me.”
“I-I’m sorry…” you say, breathless.
And then, without warning, he’s kissing you. You gasp at the harshness of his mouth, and he yanks you closer to him by your hair. He turns you around to shove your body against the counter, as if you weigh nothing. You moan, and he reaches down to grope one of your tits in his hand.
“Let me see these. Now.”
You whimper, hesitant, so Ethan makes the decision for you. He yanks your straps down and your tits spill out, nipples hard and stiff from your arousal. He brings one into his mouth and sucks, his teeth scraping the swollen skin.
“God, you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to see these tits, sweetheart.” His cock grinds against your clothed pussy, and you thrust your hips forward.
“This is… god, this is so wrong, fuck…”
“But you want it, don’t you? Dirty girl.”
His strong hands go underneath your ass and lift you up on the counter. He brings his mouth back to yours, and groans when you touch his hard bulge through his sweats. Fuck it. What’s done now can’t be undone.
“I do want it, sir. Wan’ it so bad.”
He lifts your skirt up, moves your underwear to the side, and sticks his middle finger in your tight heat. You hide your face in his chest, his smell making your brain cloudy, makes you forget the possibility that both of your parents could come home at any moment.
“You’re such a wet little thing.” He breathes. “Gonna let me fuck this sweet pussy, baby?”
You nod shyly, and he laughs.
“C’mon, baby, don’t get shy on me now. Let me see you. ”
You look up at him, and he grips your throat.
“Are you going to let me fuck you?” He questions again.
“Yes sir.”
And then moments later you’re bent over the counter, virgin pussy spasming around Ethan’s incredibly large length. You’re crying, the stretch painful, but nonetheless he feels amazing.
His big hands grip your hips harshly as he slams into you, sweat beading on his chest. When he looks down, your creamy fluid mixed with blood drips down his cock, and he grins.
“Awww, baby. You’re bleeding! ” He mocks. “Little virgin pussy can’t handle my fat cock, can it?”
You mewl, thrusting your hips back harder, craving more of him.
“Yeah, pretty baby. That’s it. Take your big brother’s cock.”
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instagram one shot — jenna ortega x gn!singer!reader (implied fem!reader but no pronouns used)
y/n_y/l/n: couldn’t ask for a better present
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Hello! I don’t know if this space has already been requested, but could I please request #18 with the Cowboy Space with Ethan Landry from Scream VI? For the overview is that Chad basically convinces Ethan to dress up like a shirtless cowboy like him to show off his muscles to impress the girl Ethan has been crushing/in love with.
The girl can be either friends with the Woodsboro group or just a random girl from one of Ethan’s classes. But the girl has also been crushing on Ethan.
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𓆩♡𓆪 CHARACTER - Ethan Landry x Fem! Crush! Reader
𓆩♡𓆪 TYPE - fluff, smut
𓆩♡𓆪 WORD COUNT - 3.8K
𓆩♡𓆪 SUMMARY - NON GHOSTFACE AU
Ethan had been crushing on you since the first day of college. Now, three years in and finally getting the courage thanks to his best friend Chad, he dresses up for the Halloween party as something much more… suggestive. He truly didn’t expect you to show up in an exposed Halloween outfit dressed up as a classic horror character, ready to tease him all night long.
𓆩♡𓆪 STORY WARNINGS - again, NON GHOSTFACE AU!!! || porn with a plot || but the ghostface character still exists yk || aged up some more, again like 3 years into college || partying || body shots || drinking alcohol (legally, mostly) || mentions of drugs || intoxicated sex but fully consensual || slight gxg relations with reader ig? (tara) || party is set in like a bigger area if that makes sense? || tara and chad are already together || altered timeline slightly? || Ethan and Chad are actually best friends because again, not in like the movie’s universe? || the entire group are actually really good friends (Sam, Tara, Chad, Mindy, Anika – i didn't include Quinn) || everyone’s more lighthearted cuz no trauma || you have a high alcohol tolerance now || kind of public sex || moved to sex in another person’s bathroom || blowjob || self fingering || then moving to a random room || unprotected sex || riding || cumming inside || slight tit worship || mentions of smoking ||
Ethan didn’t think he could go through with this. He stared at himself in the mirror, and though he didn’t dislike what he was seeing, he just didn’t know if he was comfortable.
“Heyo, E, what’s taking so long? We gotta see you!” Chad knocked on the door as Ethan fixed the ascot looking thing around his neck and the cowboy hat he accidentally spent way too much money on. "Ethan, come out here and show us!”
Ethan groaned as he walked out, Chad whistling as he sat next to Tara with his arm around her shoulders. “Look at you! Looking great, Ethan! You’re a lot more muscular than I thought.”
He ignored Chad’s words as Anika giggled slightly, making him look at her. “What’s so funny?”
“You look like you’re about to go into a porno,” she laughed, making Mindy giggle. “A really, really weird porno, but a good one!”
Her words make Ethan groan, pointing at Chad. “He’s wearing the same thing! For fucks sake, I feel like I look so fucking stupid-”
Chad quickly shakes his head. “Come on man, you look great!”
Tara giggled slightly, everyone looking at her. “What’s so funny?” Ethan said again, crossing his arms which made his biceps bulge.
“Texting Y/N,” she said, smiling. “She’s going as Ghostface. A slutty Ghostface, and I told her you’re going as a shirtless cowboy, so you kind of have to wear that now.”
Ethan groaned, face palming. “Promise I don’t look stupid?”
“You look amazing, dude!” Chad.
“You look fucking stupid.” Sam.
“Just don’t star in a porno!” Anika.
“Can we go already? We’re going to be late.” Mindy.
“Yeah, Y/N’s already there, she’s doing body shots. I wanna do body shots with her, it sounds fun!” Tara.
Only Tara’s words stuck with him, because just like her, he really wanted to do body shots with you. Normally, you were part of this mini gang that they had, but you had gone with your two best friends that you had known since high school, especially because it was a frat party.
It wasn’t long until everyone left, leaving the dorms with Ethan and Chad shirtless as they walked to the frat party. “She’s not gonna think I’m weird, right?”
“Nah, man! She’s gonna think you’re hot, coke on! Besides, slutty Ghostface? It pairs up great,” Chad said, shrugging as he held Tara close. “You’re gonna take body shots with Y/N, right?”
“I’m gonna try.”
“Oh definitely!”
Ethan and Tara both spoke at the same time, Tara clapping her hands. “Hell yeah! Ethan’s getting bold, whoop whoop! I go first though.”
He laughed, shaking his head. “I’m still deciding if I’m even gonna go.”
“You better go!” Tara said, nodding. “I have a bet y’all are going to fuck tonight! Don’t make me lose!”
When they got there, they immediately knew where you were since they could see you standing in front of the ping pong table playing beer pong. He smiled as you bit your lips, bouncing the small plastic ball and landing it perfectly on one of the cups, everyone yelling out as you jumped up with a cheer. “Whoo!”
“Y/N!” Tara yelled as she ran over, Chad slapping Ethan’s back.
“Go get her, man!”
Oh, but then he saw you.
You looked fucking perfect in the fishnet body suit that covered your entire body, a mere leather tube top and a leather mini skirt covering your more intimate parts. He could barely talk as you spoke with Tara, laughing and giggling before you grabbed a die.
“Here, I’ll finish this game, and then we can start body shots again!” You smiled, giggling as you jumped up and down slightly. “Oh, Chad, Ethan! Hey guys!”
He smiled slightly, waving as he walked over. “Hey… Hey, you look so nice.”
You giggle, looking down at your outfit. “I tried! Do you think it pulled together well?”
“Uhm… so, so well,” Ethan smiled as you giggled. “You look amazing.”
“Oh, thank you!” You giggled, shaking your head. “So… wanna do some body shots?”
Ethan blushed as Tara nodded vigorously behind you, the words coming out of his mouth before he could stop them. “Let’s do some shots?”
It wasn’t until it was actually about to happen did Ethan regret wanting to do shots.
There was dice, terrifying dice that you both had to roll to see where you had to take the shot off the other person’s body. Tara had gotten your tits and you had gotten her stomach, so here you were, bending over the ping pong table as Tara lifted her hips and you tilt your head back and you grabbed the shot with your teeth and tilt your head back, easily swallowing the liquor with your hands pushing up.
Everyone cheered as you grabbed the shot glass, pointing at Ethan. “You’re turn, cowboy!”
“Fuck, you’re so hot.”
You laughed as you walked forward and grabbed his hand, dragging him to the ping pong table and putting both dice in his hand and giggling. “Roll for me?” He swallowed, nodding slightly as you hold his wrist, everyone letting out loud wolf whistles as you tilted your head up at him. “Want me to blow on them for you?”
“Y-Yeah.”
“He wants you to blow on a lot more than that, Y/N!” Anika yelled out, laughing as you giggled.
“Roll ‘em.”
Ethan rolled the dice, unable to see what they landed on before Tara cheered. “Crotch and same as partner!”
You giggled, taking the shots that Tara had given to you. “You’re going to take your first shot of the night.”
He basically gulped as you gave him both shots, laying back against the ping pong table and fixing your skirt. You take the shot, carefully setting the shot on your skirt and lifting your hips with your legs spread. “What are you waiting for?”
Everyone started shouting out ‘Shots!’ as Ethan tried to avoid getting between your legs until you roll your eyes, pulling him between your legs to where the shot was. “Y-You’re sure this is okay?”
“Of course,” you twirl one of his curls around your finger, smiling. “Get to it.”
He’s careful as he looked down, slowly wrapping his lips around the shots before you thrust your hips up and he tilted his head back, swallowing it easily. You giggle as he threw his head back, giggling. “Ethan took the shot!”
Everyone cheered as you sat up, Ethan’s face right in front of yours before you grabbed his ascot like thing. ���My turn.”
Ethan quickly switched with you, watching as you got between his legs and patted his thighs. “Can I unzip your pants?”
Everyone whistled again as Ethan nods nervously, watching you unzip his jeans and slide the shot over the bulge of his cock that was slowly getting bigger, even though he hoped you didn't see it. He watched as you hummed, watching as Tara stepped forward and gave Ethan the lime wedge. “Put it in your mouth.”
“Wh-What-?” He basically choked as she stuffed it in his mouth, the rind facing the back of his throat before she poured out some salt on his hip bone.
You giggle as you lean forward and down, your ass up as you licked his hip, taking all of the salt before moving to the shot on his dick, his hips bucking automatically into your mouth making you gag slightly before throwing your head back and swallowing the shot. It wasn’t until you leaned forward and pressed your lips to his, taking the lime from his mouth and biting into the flesh before taking it out of your mouth and kissing him firmly.
He can taste the pods of the sour lime and bitter tequila, grains of salt still on your tongue brushing against his as you sit in his lap. His hands go to your waist almost immediately, smiling against your lips as you giggle and laugh against his own.
Someone groaned as your hands “God dammit, get off the table!”
Ethan tried to pull back, eyes open as he was about to pull away and help you get off the table before you pulled him closer, not letting him pull back as you flipped your middle finger up in the direction of the voice. He could hear Chad yell something out as you hummed against his lips, your nose bumping against his as you tilted your head making Ethan laugh slightly, smiling as you pulled away, tugging on his bottom lip with your teeth.
“We should go back to my apartment.”
Ethan rushes to nod as you quickly stand up, dragging him off the table and down the hall.
“Fuck yeah! Ethan’s gonna get laid!” Chad.
Ethan blushed madly as you laughed, walking backwards to pull him into the entrance hall and press your back against the wall before flipping you both for Ethan to be pressed against the wall instead. “Are you a virgin?”
He swallowed, his mouth dry as he shook his head, then nodded. A quickie with some random girl where he didn’t cum didn’t count, right?
You laughed, shaking your head as you started to rub against his chiseled abdomen. “Well? What is it, yes or no? If you are, I can make this special and we can go back to my apartment quickly. If not, then you’ve had a quickie, right?”
Ethan nodded his head quickly, swallowing as you rubbed against his crotch area. “Y-Yeah, I have.”
“Do you mind if I suck your dick here?” You asked it as though you were asking to take a lollipop from a doctor’s office, your eyes shining with lust as your nails trail over the v that led down. “A quick blowjob, then we can fuck at my apartment.”
Ethan gasped as someone walked past, but of course, you didn't seem to care as you kissed against the bulge. “D-Don’t you think we should go somewhere more private?”
You paused, looking up at him confused. “What do you mean?”
“Y-You… Why don’t we go somewhere where no one can see how good you feel?” He tilted his head down at you, a giggle falling from your lips as you stood.
“Okay,” you dragged him farther down the hall into an actually clean bathroom that he didn’t expect to be as clean as it was before you kneeled down on the rug. “So, can I suck your dick now?”
He laughed, shaking his head slightly. “Y-You’re sure you want to do this?”
“That I want to suck your dick?” You rubbed your nose against the zipper, tilting your head slightly. “Is that okay?”
“Y-Yeah, you can… you can suck m-my dick-” Ethan let out a loud groan as you finished unzipping his pants and pulled out his perfect cock, his length practically dripping with precum and the veins on the underside already bulging. “Fuck, darling, you’re that greedy?”
You hummed as you nodded, wrapping your lips around his tip carefully before your other hand started to push down your exposed stomach and under your skirt. He watched your hand slowly swipe up and down your cunt, rolling your clit between your fingers and pumping his cock at the same time.
He stared at you, groaning as you pumped and gagged on his cock, pulling away to spit on his tip and pump the saliva up to his base. You hummed, staring up at him as you continued to pump his shaft, pulling his cock down your throat and gagging on it. He threw his head back, groaning as he tried to hold back the thrusts of his hips, but for fucks sake your mouth felt so good around his cock and your hand pumping the area that you couldn’t fit in your mouth with your fist as you groaned.
“F-Fuck, cowgirl,” he groaned loudly, head tilted back as you pulled away to giggle, humming as you move your head to the side and lick up the side of his pretty cock. “You suck my cock so perfectly, cowgirl,” he grinned as you pulled away, groaning loudly. He finally noticed your hand as you fingered yourself, hips rutting forward into your hand. “Doing so good.”
You giggled, groaning as you rode your hand and continued to spit on his cock, getting his shaft all wet as you wiped the spit from your chin with the back of your forearm. You hummed as you tilted your head up at him. “Want you to use my mouth,” you whisper, pulling his cock down your throat for a few seconds before gasping as you pull away. “Use my mouth like I’m a little whore, and make cum and spit run down my chin like those pornos, that way I have both of my hands to get off. Fingering myself as you use my throat.”
“I-I don’t want to hurt you,” he whispered as you both slowly turned around, Ethan watching as you leaned back against the cabinets and wiped your mouth with your other hand before pushing them both between your legs.
“You won’t hurt me,” you whisper, shaking your head as you groan loudly, your hands quickening against your cunt. “Fuck my mouth. Please, need you to use my mouth.”
Ethan groaned as you lifted your mouth up to lick carefully against his balls, Ethan taking his cock and softly pumping his length. “You sure?”
“Mhm,” you hum an agreement, sighing as you bumped your nose against his tip. “Want to feel it.”
Slowly, he pushed his cock into your mouth, groaning as you leaned forward, his eyes quickly flickering down to your hands in a place that he couldn’t see, rubbing vigorously as you bob your head up and down his shaft. Your eyes rolled back as you relax your jaw, doing the same to your throat as Ethan reached down and held the sides of your head.
Just like you said, he couldn’t stop himself, using your mouth and thrusting down your throat with a groan. “Come on, cowgirl, you’re doing so good… so so good, cowgirl, your throat is fucking perfect.”
You groaned, nodding around his cock as you continued to rut into your hands, your throat perfect and warm around his shaft as he shallowly thrusted down your throat. He let out a loud groan before someone opened the door, his hand quickly going to close it. “Got dammit, busy!”
You giggled as you wiped your throat, leaving the globs of cum and spit on your chin. “Love my throat that much, don’t you?”
“I love you that much,” he whispers, staring at his bright red cock and your hands quickening once again. “I love you so much.”
Your stomach was tight and twisting, the feeling of a hard orgasm settling in your stomach as you moved one of your hands to rub your clit between your thumb and middle finger. You groaned around his cock, bobbing your head even harder around his cock, his hips rutting faster and rougher. You gagged around his cock, the fingers inside of you thrusting faster as you felt drool and cum run down your chin. To be honest, you didn’t register him cumming the first time, and to be honest, neither did he besides the tightness of his stomach.
It was probably when the person almost walked in, because for fucks sake did that turn him on.
Oh, but his stomach was twisting just like yours, tightening as he groaned, the sight of your eyes crossing as they rolled back and mixed globs of cum and saliva ran down your chin.
You groaned loudly as he thrusted his hips forward, groaning loudly as he cradled the back of your head so it wouldn’t hit the counter as his hips started to stutter. If you could have smiled, you would have, even as he softly stroked your hair and you could taste the hot ropes of his salty cum.
You hummed in pleasure as your stomach finally clenched and you came, your hands pushing around his slightly soft cock, pumping him with your cum covered hands as you kissed his tip before swallowing. It makes him gasp as you stand, wiping your mouth and licking your fingers as he stares at the white dripping down your fishnets. “You wish this was your cum, don’t you cowboy?”
“I do,” he whispers, softly grabbing your chin and pulling you in for a firm kiss. “I do… I wish it was my cum dripping down your thighs right now.”
“It can be,” you whisper back, pulling him down for a firm kiss. “There’s a room down the hall no one knows about. We could go there, that way we don’t waste time going to my apartment.”
He smiled slightly, bumping his nose to yours. “How do you know about it then?”
You giggled, shaking your head. “I know because I was able to finish a blunt there without no one interrupting me.”
He shook his head with a laugh as you slowly pushed him back. “Well, lead the way.”
You turned around as you pulled him down the hall, urgently pulling him down for more kisses, desperately wanting his lips on your own. Your lips were still slightly salty as his tongue dragged along your lips, his hands holding your cheeks delicately before you reached up and took his black hat, putting it on your head with a giggle. “Save a horse,”
“Ride a cowboy.”
You both laughed as you kept the hat on, his hands pushing down between your thighs and undoing the zipper down the center all while your hand searched for the doorknob. He laughed as he held your skirt in hand and you finally open the door, his hands doing the same to your top with the zipper in the back and putting it in the same hand together as you quickly got the door open and he pushed you back.
Ethan smiled as he kicked the door closed, kicking off his boots and his jeans before laying back on the bed and watching you slowly crawl above him. “I want to ride you,” you whisper, already pumping his cock as he reaches down and finishes ripping a slit on the fishnet stockings. “Please?”
He groaned as you forced his cock up, the already hard length needing little to no help to stay up straight as you forced yourself up by your knees. “Why are you always asking, cowgirl? For fucks sake, just do what you want to me, I’ll never complain if it’s you.”
You giggle as you finally push his tip into you, throwing your head back with a loud groan. You truly didn’t expect his cock, especially his pretty tip, to be this fucking big. Slowly, you sink down onto his length, watching his face pinch up as he groans loudly and holds your hips tightly.
Ethan let out a loud groan as you started to roll your hips, your clit rubbing against his pelvis as you leaned onto his chest for support, leaning down before he shook his head. “W-Wait,” he panted, shaking his head. “Wanna see your tits.”
You couldn’t help but laugh, pausing the movements of your hips before leaning down and stealing a quick kiss as you held his face. “You are so a virgin.”
He laughed as his hands moved up your sides, groaning as his hands go from your sides to your poorly covered tits, thumbs swiping over your hard nipples that were poking through one of the holes of the fishnets, his thumb easily pushing inside of the holes before ripping the fabric. You gasped, the sight turning you on more than it should’ve before his hands grope and cup your tits.
The added stimulation made your stomach clench as you desperately alternated between bouncing on his cock to rolling your hips, desperate to hit that perfect spot inside of you. You were whining and letting out broken moans above him, every sporadic, unhinged and unexpected thrusts of his hips making you scream out and fly forward, a groan falling from his lips.
“Come on cowgirl,” he whispers, a grin on his face as his hand swipes over your nipple again. “You’re doing so good, cum on my cock.”
You nodded, mind blurred as you tilted your head back, pushing your hips forward before lifting yourself slightly to feel his cock slide in and out of you.
Ethan groaned loudly as your walls fluttered and clenched around his cock, your nails digging into his chest as your eyes rolled back and your thrusts got rougher, a scream of his name falling from your lips before your cunt clenched around his cock and you were about to fall forward before he caught you.
He let out a loud moan as he carefully laid you against his chest, rolling his hips into yours to cum and ride out his high inside of you, stroking your back as you pant above him. “You did so good, cowgirl.”
You hummed, nodding into his neck as you softly rubbed up and down his chest, the hat on your head bumping into his nose as he tried to kiss your head. “You don’t think we’re done yet, do you cowboy? You gotta see your cowgirl ride you backwards.”
Ethan groaned as you sat back up, fixing the hat on your head as he choked. “Now, what kind of cowboy would I be if I didn’t?”
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A Little Murderess °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･❀*
❀ female!murderer!reader x poly!ghostface ❀
Part 8// 4.5k words
-> Part 7
Warnings: stalking, breaking and entering, p in v, actual sex (woo), choking, slight daddy kink, cheating, mentions of knife kink, dismemberment, rough sex, the works ig
A/N: this took me forever to figure out how to write properly, so enjoy this experiment.
°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･❀*ੈ✩‧₊˚⋆.ೃ࿔*:･
Summary: You've just moved to a new town after the death of your little brother and stepfather with your mother. You're not ashamed of what you do to cope with the deaths; especially when you make two new friends who you might have more in common with than you thought...
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It was Thursday, exactly one day before the date of the original planned kill. With Sidney sick, you and the boys moved faster, trying to get the deaths done before Friday. Friday night, Stu promised, the three of you would watch a movie. Your alibi for Thursday night was your house—at least six movies rented from Blockbuster.
Your car ride wasn’t silent; Stu was listening to a mix of AC/DC and Black Sabbath, claiming it got him into ‘the mood’. Billy kept calling bullshit, and you just sat in the backseat, quiet as ever, contemplating what could possibly go wrong tonight. You were going to be following a script that Billy wrote for you, making sure to ask everything the same way that he did to you all those nights ago. You practiced, and once you got it right Stu clapped you on the back, telling you he’s proud of you.
“Are we almost there?” Your question broke the silence of the car, and Billy nodded.
“Five minutes. You ready?”
“Born ready,” You flashed the phone in the rearview mirror, and Billy smiled sinisterly. For the murder of Sid, Billy wanted all three of you there, but for just Tatum, it was going to be both Stu and Billy hunting her in the house. Pulling up to the driveway, it was nothing like you’d imagine. It was big, of course, and you couldn’t help but notice the lack of cars—signaling nobody was home. Tatum’s usual car was parked on the driveway, her bookbag still inside.
“Part one, you call her.” You nodded, your fingers dialing the number that you had saved in your phone book. It rang for a few seconds, and then you heard Tatum’s voice as she picked up the phone.
“Hello?”
“Hello, Tatum,” You said, and you could hear bemusement in her voice as she said,
“Who is this?”
“Someone who wants to talk to you.”
“About what?” She was talking more flirtatiously, more bounce than usual. You didn’t really know why, but you knew it would be a mistake she’d pay for later.
“I don’t know.”
“Well, who are you?”
“You don’t get to know that yet,” You could hear her huff in annoyance, and the click of the phone meant she hung up. Typical. You dialed again.
“What the fuck do you want?”
“I told you—I want to talk,” You could hear Tatum’s breathing fluctuate as she decided what she was going to do, before she clicked her tongue, evidently making up her mind.
“You can bother someone else, because fuck you for trying to scare me,” She said, and she hung up. You called her again. “What the fuck do you want?”
“I want to see your insides hanging from the flagpole,” You heard her breath hitch.
“You’re a fucking creep!” She hung up again, and you rang her. Once. Twice. On the third time, she answered, then hung up before you had a chance of saying anything.
“She’s playing hardball,” You tell them, and Stu stuck his tongue out.
“She’s about to become a ball,” He takes his knife out. “Should we scare her, then call her?”
“Sure,” Billy slipped his mask on, getting out of the car. Stu followed suit. “Just don’t go off script.” You watched as Billy threw a rock at Tatum’s window, and you heard her scream. You called her again, and this time she picked up.
“What the fuck do you want from me? My brother’s a fucking cop you’ll get arrested you bitch!”
“I told you what I want Tatum, I want your insides on the flagpole.”
“Leave me alone!”
“I can’t do that, Tatum. I’m much too interested in the pretty color of your blood,” You could hear her shrieking as Billy and Stu started pounding on the doors of the house. You weren’t sure why nobody was at the house, but it wasn’t that much of a concern.
“Leave me alone, please,” Tatum said. “Unless this is a prank? Randy?”
“You’re going to end up like Randy.”
“Randy? Is that you? Why haven’t you been in school? And what’s up with your voice?”
“Randy’s no longer with us. Please leave your message at the beep.”
“Who the fuck are you?”
“Whoever you want me to be.” On cue, you heard Tatum scream as one of the boys threw a chair through a window.
“Who the fuck are you? Where are you? What are you doing?”
“I’m wherever you can find me.”
“What the fu—” She screamed again, as one of the boys made a dramatic entrance. “Holy fuck. Holy fuck there’s someone here. What the fuck.”
“Hello, Tatum, you’re looking ravenous this evening.”
“Go away! I’ll kill you!” Perfectly timed, Ghostface lunged towards Tatum, knife in hand. You couldn’t tell what was happening, but from a blood curdling scream from Tatum let you know that she was hit.
“Should I do it again?”
“You’re a fucking psychopath!” Ghostface wasted no time. Chasing Tatum around the house, slashing and dicing her. After a few more screams, you heard the clunk of the phone dropping to the ground. You grinned, knowing it was only minutes before the plight of Tatum Riley, Stu’s girlfriend, and your former friend of only around a week or two. You gave a small chuckle to yourself.
A few more screams, and the house went dead silent. You listened intently, before the phone was picked up by someone.
“It’s done. Come inside, you’re going to help decorate,” Billy said. You obliged, getting out of the car and walking up to the front door. You knocked politely, and Stu answered.
“Welcome to the house of horror! May I take your order this evening?”
“Of course,” You told him in a posh British accent. “I’d like a serving of small intestines followed by some ribs.” Stu stuck his tongue out and grinned, and you couldn’t help but laugh as well.
“What are we going to do for poor Tatum?”
“I want to skin her and put her flesh on the flagpole,” Stu suggested, and Billy grinned.
“How about we hide her fingers and toes around the house?” You got a nod of approval from both boys. “Cook her head in a pot of stew on the stove. Put her legs and arms in the oven. Her torso in her bed. We could make it look like real horror movie shit.”
“I like your thinking,” Billy grinned from ear to ear, inhumane darkness surrounding the air as the three of you got to work on Tatum’s body, carefully skinning, chopping, and cutting parts of her to be hidden around the house, like the world’s sickest game of Easter egg hunting.
Stu was the one to make her skin into a makeshift flag, carefully sewing parts of her together with a sewing kit you packed with you. He hung it up from the Riley flagpole, taking down the American flag and replacing it with, in his words, an “American Whore”.
Billy was the one to dismember her corpse, putting her legs and arms in the oven and finding various hiding spots for her fingers and toes. You were in charge of making a pot of stew, and placing Tatum’s head in it for whoever came home first. You worked mostly in silence, the boys carefully devoted to their craft. Occasionally Stu would joke around, and you would crack a smile. The majority of your time was spent figuring out where the hell the Rileys put their cooking supplies.
At the end of finishing up the stew and setting it on the stove to cook, Billy was finally finished with hiding fingers around the house. He promised they would be finding parts of Tatum’s body for months after the deaths.
“Three hours, not bad,” Billy said, once you were all piled in the car. The house looked normal enough; the busted window was the only thing to show that something was seriously wrong. You figured that all the guesses in the world wouldn’t prepare the Riley family for what they’d find inside.
“Sid next?” Stu grinned, answering your question. Of course Sid was next. Why wouldn’t she be?
“All three of us go after her. I want her to be the victim of the most violent and brutal of all of these. I want her body in pieces, I want her strewn around the house, I want her insides hanging off of every fucking surface in that house. I want this to be the crime of the century, the only thing people talk about for weeks, and I want us to make sure that there’s no way in hell she’d survive.”
“Jesus Christ, did you prepare that speech?” Stu asked. “Calm down man. It’s just a girl. She’s got nothing on us, we’re fucking giants compared to her ass.”
“Are we calling her beforehand?”
“I want to. And we’re going to take a while on this one, I want to fuck her up real good.” Handing Billy the phone, you and Stu watched as he dialed Sid’s number, preparing to fuck with the mind of his greatest enemy.
“Hello, Sidney.”
“Hi, who—who is this?”
“What’s your favorite movie?”
“Randy? Is that you? What’s going on with your voice? It sounds sexy.”
“What’s your favorite horror movie?”
“Randy, you just gave yourself away, you know I don’t like horror.”
“I like the ones where you die.”
“What? Is this some kind of a joke?”
“You should start hiding, Sidney. I’m going to give you a minute. If I find you, I’ll kill you. Understand?”
“I think you should prank someone else.”
“You’re in the family room. You’re pacing. Are you nervous?”
“Listen, jackass, I’ll call the cops! I’ll call Dewey, I’ll—”
“You’re wasting time.” Billy nodded, cuing you and Stu to start assaulting Sid’s house with a mirage of rocks, yard decorations, and nearly everything you could find and throw. You got out of the car, heading to the side of the house where you threw a few rocks. She started screaming, cursing, and yelling at Billy, who was grinning on the other end of the phone. You noticed she wasn’t hiding.
The goal of Billy calling was to keep her from calling the cops before you could wrench the phone from her hand. That was the first objective of you and Stu; phase two, if you had the order of events. Call her, freak her out, take the phone, torture her, kill her. Easy as pie.
You nodded at Stu, who was positioned in front of the front door of Sidney’s house. He knocked. You could hear Sidney pleading with Billy over the phone to leave her alone, but to no avail. Billy wasn’t going to go home without her head on a stick.
You and Stu waited for a minute, watching as it appeared that Billy was trying to coax Sidney into opening the door. You can tell she doesn’t. She’s screaming something in the house, her voice nearly hoarse from shouting.
Stu ended up picking the lock, allowing you and him entrance into the home. You two found it bare, Sidney gone. You carefully listened for her breathing, for the voice of Ghostface on the phone, anything. Dead silent. You and Stu looked at each other, both masked and cloaked. You were going to have to find her. She took Billy’s advice and hid after all. Stu made a motion towards the upstairs, and you motioned to the downstairs. You’d each search different floors. You picked up one of the house phones, listening to see if she hadn’t yet hung up. Delightfully silent. You kept the phone on you, making sure that if she answered, or tried to make a phone call, you could stop it from happening. You weren’t going to get caught, not tonight.
You heard a small rustling noise, and you looked around. No sign of Sidney, but you knew you heard her. Billy appeared at the front door, and you pointed to a closet. You found her. Billy was the first to open the door of the closet, scaring the shit out of Sidney. She started to try to flee, but you caught her, pushing her back into Billy. Stu came running downstairs at the noise, quick to join in with the murder. Billy’s knife went to Sid’s throat, taunting her.
The three of you had your blades out, threatening. Billy whistled a bit, and to Sid’s horror, started to drag the knife down her throat and to the base of her collarbones, before sliding it back up to her cheek. She was silent, her breathing loud and uneven. Billy cut her cheek open, and Sid screamed, and tried to get away from him, but failed. The three of you surrounded her. You and Stu weren’t going to interfere with Sid’s death—Billy was going to deliver the final and killing blow. That was Billy’s plan, Billy’s job. It was something that he wanted to do, to take revenge for his mother.
You watched as Billy taunted Sid with the knife, cutting her deep enough to draw blood, but not deep enough to scar. You realized he was playing with his kill. He motioned towards you and Stu. Stu ran off, and came back with a chair. You took the roll of duct tape in your robes out, handing it to Billy. He nodded, and Sid was silent, and you weren’t sure if she was thinking of how to escape or if she was shocked from it all happening. You didn’t care.
Taping Sid to the chair, tight enough that she couldn’t get out. Billy put tape around her head, preventing her from talking. You could hear her start to scream, but it was muffled, and Billy put his hand on her cheek, caressing it before he slapped her. He took his knife out again, motioning for you and Stu to do the same. Sid was the first, and only, victim to know that there were three of you. You wondered if she felt special for this knowledge, even though she wouldn’t be alive long enough to share it. It was an honor, after all. Billy started the actual assault first, slicing off one of Sid’s fingers. She tried to scream against the tape, but it was a fruitless effort. She was dead.
You knew Billy was wanting to reveal himself to her—wanted her to know who killed her. You wondered when he’d do it. Not for a good while, he and Stu were enjoying cutting off various parts of Sid’s body, making her scream and cry for their sick and twisted enjoyment. A part of you was enjoying the screaming, too.
Stu started slicing at her legs, making her jeans stained with her blood. She was moving, trying to put up some semblance of a fight, but you knew she wouldn’t be able to win. No, the three of you were going to have hands stained with the dark crimson of her blood. Billy suddenly made a noise with his throat, signaling for Stu to stop. Up until now, you were observing. But Billy wanted you to partake.
You walked up to Sidney, smiling wickedly under the mask. You started by slicing up her arm, drawing blood. She was still screaming, her movements still as sharp as ever as you continued torturing the girl.
The parts of you that you couldn’t control, the animalistic and psychopathic parts, were now coming full circle. The voice of anger that drove you to kill was back, and calling for the absolute death of Sidney Prescott, and you were going to listen to it with every fiber of your being. Your cuts got deeper. Stu and Billy watched as you increasingly got closer to killing Sidney, your slashes becoming more messy and difficult to get out of her body. Her left arm was barely on her body anymore, and her movements were weaker and weaker as she bled out.
“I think now’s the time,” Billy said, and Sidney’s face moved up, weakly. You stopped slashing. “Sidney Prescott, how are you this evening?”
“She looks dead tired,” Stu giggled. Sidney didn’t say anything, her eyes wide and her mind racing.
“Well, I guess it’s time to reveal ourselves. Sidney, meet Stuart, Stuart, meet Sidney,” On cue, Stu removed his mask, causing Sidney to start to struggle more.
“The tits of the operation, Y/N,” Billy announced, and you de-masked, Sidney’s eyes wider than before, her movements more and more desperate.
“And the mastermind and our brilliant leader, William Loomis,” You watched as Billy unmasked, the pure horror on Sidney’s face beautiful as he made the final, killing blow—slicing her neck all the way, butchering her head from the rest of her body. Billy quickly cut through the tape, his eyes and aura filled with something that was different from anything you’ve ever seen with him.
“We’re going to do all sorts of shit to her body,” Billy gloated, and he and Stu started to undress Sidney, tearing her clothing off with a knife. Her lack of head made you cringe, but you didn’t say anything, not when you were so close to doing what Billy was dreaming of two years ago.
Billy started by cutting out her eyes, handing them to Stu. He went to hide them, and Billy then cut off her ears, nose, and her tongue. He took time to rip her teeth out, before Stu scattered them along the floor of the stairs, leading to Sidney’s bedroom. Her fingers were cut off, just like Tatum’s, and Billy gave them to you to dispose of. You decided to hide them in cabinets and nooks and crannies, all ten of them waiting like a surprise on Christmas day. Billy began to cut off pieces of Sidney’s arms, handing them off to Stu and you, allowing you two to find places to put them.
Sid’s legs were kept to her torso, and Billy hauled the remaining bit of Sid’s body to her bedroom, where he propped her up against the window, admiring his handiwork. Stu came up next to him, and you followed, noticing how close the boys were. You put your arms around both of them, kissing them on the cheek. They both blushed; Billy froze and Stu stuck his tongue out, and kissed you on the lips.
“Someone’s a horn dog tonight,” He taunted, and Billy eyed the two of you.
“Get in the car. I think we’ll have some more fun tonight.”
You listened to him.
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You arrived at Stu's house, which was empty as ever. Billy quickly ushered the two of you in Stu’s bedroom, where he instructed you to strip. The glint in Billy and Stu’s eyes let you know this was going to be a special kind of night.
You did as you were told, slipping the robes off your body, followed by your tank top and your long black pants. Your red bra and panties were on full display, and you could see Stu lick his lips in anticipation.
Without warning, both Billy and Stu crept towards you, and grabbed you before throwing you on the bed. Billy grabbed part of the cloak, cutting a strip of it off. Tying it around your head, blindfolding you. You felt the hands of one of them start to touch your body, tracing circles around your stomach and down to the lower part of your abdomen. Another one had a knife to your throat.
“Is this okay?” The knife was tapped against your skin, and you nodded. “Good girl.” The praise made you blush, and you realized you were wet.
You were kissed, roughly. Hands were all over your body, exploring. The knife was traced along your body, your senses alert and aware of the movement of the blade. Despite not being able to see, you had a hunch Stu was the one holding the knife. You felt your panties being tugged off, and you held your breath as you felt the breath of one of the boys on yourself. A lick. You moaned, your mouth parting and a finger being slipped in.
“Suck,” Billy companded. Stu was on your pussy, licking and sucking and biting your clit, Billy held your hands above your head with his other hand, forcing you to not touch anyone. Your thighs tightened around Stu’s head, his muffled groans making your stomach twist in pleasure. Billy started to kiss you, touching your breasts as Stu kept eating you out. The two of them were pleasuring your body in ways you couldn’t even fathom, and you very nearly whined when Stu stopped eating you out.
“I’m going to fuck you like an animal,” Stu growled out, and you could hear Billy laugh darkly. Without warning, Stu slipped his dick in your pussy, and you cried out from the intrusion. He started to roughly thrust into you, not giving you any time to adjust to his size as he continued to pound into you, enjoying the tears that were sliding down your cheeks.
Without warning, you felt something touch your lips. You parted your mouth, only for the tip of Billy’s dick to be shoved in. Your eyes watered, but you tried your best. The praise that both of them were giving you made you feel incredible.
“Such a good girl, taking my dick,” Stu whispered softly, and you moaned around Billy’s cock.
“You’re a good whore,” Billy had his hands in your hair, controlling the rhythm you were sucking him off at. It was a strange angle, and you could imagine the image of Billy kneeling on top of you, his dick in your mouth and his ass in Stu’s face.
“You’re so fucking hot like this, goddamn,” Stu’s rhythm was sporattic, and you wondered briefly if that wasn’t him messing with you, but his genuine rhythm. Billy’s was quick-paced, you nearly choking on his dick a few times. “I just want to tie you up and fuck you like a ragdoll.”
“Have our way with you, just like a whore,” Billy added, his dick going farther into your throat. “Using you, and you’d enjoy it. Every second. Isn’t that right?” You made a noise around Billy’s cock, trying to speak, but the words died in your throat as Billy kept thrusting into you, his balls on your chin. You were taking all of him, your nose buried in his neatly trimmed pubic hair. His hands were rough on your hair, pulling it, making your eyes prick with tears as you enjoyed every second of it.
Stu’s hand made it down to your pussy again, causing you to nearly gasp. He started to play with your clit, causing your hips to buck and a moan around Billy’s dick. Stu laughed to himself as he continued pleasuring you, slipping his dick in and out in a rhythm that not even Beethoven could replicate.
“Good God, I’m going to come, and you’re going to drink it, aren’t you?” Billy’s tone of voice was deep and low, his hands buried in your hair as he started to roughly thrust into your mouth, using you for every drop of his pleasure.
“I’m going to come and you’re going to swallow, you’re going to tell me how good it is and how you’re a fucking slut for me, and I’m going to tell you how beautiful you are.” Stu kept thrusting into you, his pace more and more uncontrollable as he moaned and groaned every time he pulled out and went back in, your pussy clenching around him in the most delightful way. He was less vocal than Billy was, but his moaning made you more wet than anything.
Your thoughts were ripped from you as Billy tugged on your hair roughly, his cum starting to leak down your throat and out of your mouth as you struggled to swallow all of it, Billy’s tip hitting the back of your throat.
Right after, Stu came, flooding your pussy with his own seed, his thrust deeper and hitting your sweet spot, to where you came, your back arching, the hands of both of them touching every inch of you, Stu’s lips finding your breasts and leaving bite marks. Billy kept thrusting into your mouth, as Stu kept pounding into your pussy, making sure that you were finished with your orgasm before they pulled out.
Your vision was restored when Billy pulled your blindfold off, revealing both of them, their eyes full of desire and their heads full of them trying to process what happened. You laid there, your body still on full display, your hands still above your head, exactly where Billy left them. He was the first to speak.
“You’re such a good girl,” His hand graced your cheek, and he kissed it softly, his lips tickling you slightly. “You didn’t complain, and you swallowed every drop.”
“You felt so good on my cock,” Stu chimed in, and you nodded, your head filled with carnal desire for the two of them again. You wanted to do so much to them, and yet, you wondered if they’d do the same to you. If they wanted you the same way you wanted them.
“You should clean yourself up,” Billy said. “Do you need Stu and I to help you?” At the offer, you nodded, and Billy and Stu hoisted you up, carrying you to Stu’s bathroom. They sat you on the bathroom rug, as Stu started to run the water.
“Do you want bubbles?” He asked, and you nodded. He went into a cabinet and pulled out a container of bubble bath.
“Are you alright? We went kind of rough,” Billy’s eyes were still filled with lust, but you saw part of him that was worried.
“I’m okay,” Your voice was raspy, and you realized your throat was kind of sore. Billy went up for a second, and returned with a glass of water.
“Drink,” He said, and you listened. Stu shut the water off once there was enough, and the two of them carefully lifted you to the tub, and gently lowered you. You practically melted in the bubbles and warm water, your muscles relaxing. You sighed, content.
They weren’t finished with you quite yet. Stu began to wash your body with a washcloth, making sure to gently rub you with soap. Billy took to your hair, brushing it out before dipping a glass in water, wetting it. He began to massage your scalp with shampoo, and your eyes fluttered shut at the pampering the two were giving you.
They were gentle as they finished bathing you, and they lifted you out of the tub, drying you off with a delightfully soft towel. Carrying you back to Stu’s room, they gently placed you under the covers of Stu’s bed, whispering praise along the way.
“Where are you two going?” You asked meekly.
“We’re going to get some food, we’ll be back,” Billy said, and you nodded sleepily. You felt their eyes on you as you fell asleep, your head full of carnage and your body warm and clean. You were happy as you fell asleep, your mind peaceful and silent.
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𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞- 𝐞.𝐥
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you fall in love with a murderer, and have to choose between living a life with out him, or dying
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: HEAVY angst, no happy ending (sorry), ghostface au, little cursing, scream 6 spoilers ig, death :(
𝐚/𝐧: my first writing!! lmk what y’all think 👀 theme heavily inspired by @auras-moonstone, which go check her blog out if you haven't already! also story very similar to author on wattpad, forgot their name though so if you know, make sure to comment!
your feet ached from running, and with every step you took, it felt like your muscles were snapping into itty-bitty pieces. however, you had to keep running, for yourself, and for your friends.
you were currently being chased by two ghostfaces, who had just brutally murdered chad. it was painful to watch, since you had been attached at the hip since kindergarten, and had grown up together.
he was always there for you, and was a great listener. he listened to you when you needed to vent about your shitty day, or when you were rambling on about how cute and thoughtful ethan was.
you met ethan at the beginning of the semester, and instantly clicked. you constantly hung out, and the group liked to joke about your crushes on one another. you just thought it was playful teasing, although you had definitely fallen for ethan, hard.
unbeknownst to you, he had felt the same. originally, you and him were never supposed to happen. the plan was for him to join the group through chad, and continue the family business from there. although, once he heard your angelic laugh and experienced your lovable personality, he knew the whole plan was fucked.
however, none of that matters now, as you stand in front of detective bailey. he had just revealed himself as one of the heartless killers, and the other murders still had their masks on, and stood next to him proudly.
then, he took off his disguise.
it was ethan. your ethan. the one who you baked cookies with only a few nights ago, was a serial killer, and wanted your blood.
you couldn’t focus on the others words, all you could do was stare at ethan. he however, was to much of a coward to even glance your direction. he couldn’t bear the thought of your eyes being stained with sadness and betrayal.
you were quickly brought back to reality as all hell broke loose. quinn chased after the sisters, bailey after kirby, and ethan after you.
you pushed your sore and aching legs down a dim hallway, only to find a dead end. it was over for you. no where to run, you turned around to look at ethan, and backed into the cold, concrete wall.
“so, this is it? you’re just going to kill me now, after everything we’ve been through?” you ask with an aggravated tone, your words still lingering in ethans ears, much after they were said.
“i- i dont want to do this to you, y/n. but i have to. its for richie, for the family.” he grips the knife, and slowly brings it up to your throat. you tense up, and squeeze your eyes shut.
this is how you were going to die, bleeding out at the hands of the boy you loved most. it felt unreal, although you were starting to except your fate. you internally jumped at the feeling of the tip of the knife to your throat, and now you were waiting for him to end your life with one stroke.
you kept waiting, for what felt like an eternity, but nothing ever came. you decided to open your eyes out of curiosity. he was standing still, looking down at the ground, deep in thought.
“do it. please, don’t drag my death on. the least you can do is make it quick. kill me, ethan.” you say, the tremble in your voice very prominent. the sound of your whispers catches him off guard, and he looks up from the floor to make eye contact with you.
ethan broke upon hearing your pleads. what was he doing? he loved you, more than he loved his father or sister. you made him feel special, in a way no other family member could.
“I can’t do it.” he says, dropping the knife and beginning to sob into his hands. you look at him, both confused and distraught, until your attention is brought elsewhere. sam was covered in blood behind him, a knife in hand. she brought a finger up to her lips, signaling you to be quiet so she could attack him.
you didn’t want him to die, but you knew he had to. you quickly embraced him, arms around his neck, standing on your tallest tiptoes, due to his abnormally large height.
you dig you head into his neck, between your arm, and began to cry with him.
“you dont know how bad i want this to be a dream.” you managed to choke out, in between sobs. “i wish i could wake up in your arms, and everything could go back to normal.” you say, still hugging him, for this would be the last time.
you pick your head up to look at sam, signaling to her that it was time. you bury your head back into the crook of his neck, closing your eyes, waiting. you then hear the knife plunge into his skin, and you feel the vibrations of his muffled shrieks along your skin.
you decide to continue talking, trying to help him through the pain, while sam retracts the weapon from his back and goes to stab him again.
“i wish i could wake up from this nightmare, and we could go back to studying econ on thursdays, and getting milkshakes at our favorite diner while we talk and laugh for hours.” you exclaim with a depressing and heartfelt tone.
“remember when you were walking me back to my apartment late one night, and we saw a stray cat? and you sat there for the next 10 minutes, feeding it scraps out of the palm of your hand?” you recite to him, and he nods slowly, while in pain.
“thats the ethan i fell in love with. he would never do anything like this, and he was the most selfless guy i knew. he would spend hours researching the perfect flower to get, and would make sure to text me every morning and night to check on me.” you share, and start to feel his body go limp, and all color he once had, slowly drained from his soul.
“i love you, so much y/n. i wish things were different.” he stutters out, before going unconscious.
“me too.” you say, laying his body down on the ground. tears spilling from your eyes, and onto his lifeless cheek.
that was it. there was no more ethan and y/n. you would have to live a life without him. no more sleeping in his bed while you ran your fingers through his hair, no more sweet messages, no more song recommendations. apart of you had died that day, and it killed knowing that he would never come back.
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Mask On
Synopsis: Chan in a mask. That's it.
Content: dom!Chan x fem!reader, mask kink, mentions of anonymous sex, spanking, daddy kink, unprotected sex (I STG WEAR CONDOMS), reverse cowgirl, pwp.
Word Count: 1.0 k
Author's Notes: Okay so I have a huge mask kink that I will never admit to (except rn Ig?) and SEEING CHAN IN A MASK IN THE TEASER 🗣🗣🗣 I finally got to write around to writing this short fic since I finished that Jeongin fics tee hee. also that angsty fic i'm writing is going to come out after i calm down from losing a lot of my work that i did on it 💀. enjoy !! <3
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Chris panted for breath beneath the black fabric. Condensation had built against his face and it had become a battle trying to gulp down air. The soaked cloth clung to his skin and, though he was otherwise completely naked, the mask made him feel like he was suffocating. Nevertheless, it remained on. He didn't dare take it off; not when he knew how it made you think, not when he knew how much you liked it.
"Fucking ride it, y/n," he groaned out in a low voice, holding your hips as he watched your ass bounce on his cock. "You t-take it so well, baby."
"Only for Daddy," you whimpered, "only take Daddy's cock like this." You were pained that you couldn't see his face right now with your back to him. However, even if you turned around, you knew that you couldn't see anything but his dark eyes as the rest was obstructed by his black mask. But that was what you wanted to see: the obstructed face of a masked man attached to the chiselled body of your boyfriend, slicked in sweat.
You didn't know exactly why you liked men in masks. Maybe all that shit on Tik Tok about fucking boys in Ghostface masks from Scream, Mandalorian helmets from Star Wars, or in the mask Ghost wire in COD had permeated your subconscious and brainwashed you. Maybe it was because masks gave Chan a sense of anonymity, like you were just fucking a stranger for fun who couldn't care less about you. Or, possibly, it created a separation in intimacy and granted Chris greater authority over you, like he was a faceless God who you could not read and, in turn, had no power over. Or, most likely, you just liked to fuck the faceless body of your boyfriend and use him as your own personal dildo. Either way, the mask always managed to change Chris just as much as it aroused you. It made him cool and collected and, consequently, made you seem even more desperate and needy.
There was just something about masks that did it for you and you couldn't ever figure it out. To be fair, you didn't really need to know why that mask made you want to be fucked until you passed out. You just know that you like Chris and that you like masks, so it didn't take a mathematician to figure out that you liked to fuck Chris in a mask. Plus, the situation became even more intoxicating when he let you call him Daddy when wearing a mask while he sinks his fat cock into you and makes you cum multiple times.
What could you say? You had the best boyfriend.
"Take Daddy's cock, baby," he whispered cooly, voice muffled from the moist material and heavy breathing. "Work for it. Make me cum into the perfect pussy of my pretty girl." His sweet words were quickly contrasted by a particularly harsh smack to your ass, leaving a red handprint on the squishy flesh. To please the man below you, you bounced harder on his length, your thighs burning from the act. Chan—even in this state of utter bliss and dominance—noticed and tightened his grip on your hips, guiding you up and down his heavy cock and forcing you to the hilt with every stroke.
"D-don't slow down," he growled, "Don't you dare fucking stop." His words made you whimper, dying to slow down despite the impertinent need to continue until you came at least thrice more and were filled with his cum.
"Chris, it's too much, I—fuck!"
Noticing your slowing pace, Chris began upwardly thrusting into you, fucking his cock up into your cunt and making you hum with each bounce. His hands dug into the flesh of your hips to ground himself, occasionally separating from you just so he could lay another slap on your ass before resuming his harsh hold on you with added gusto. With each thrust, he was practically lifting you up and pulling you down onto his cock, not daring to let up the pace. As his tip began to kiss your cervix and leak precum, you arched your back and fell forward, leveraging your hips to bounce eagerly and meet his thrusts halfway.
Despite your exhaustion, you dared not stop; you felt too good to allow your exertion to consume you. With your next orgasm fast approaching, your cunt tightened around Chan's cock and hugged it, urging him to finish inside and fill you up. Chris, however, gave no indication that he was approaching his climax. This is what the mask did to him: it stripped him of all weakness and made him edgier, with no mercy as his domineering side consumed him. He became a dom in a way you had never experienced when he was completely naked. It was as if the mask allowed him a separation from you, as if it made him more primal and allowed him to hide his (usually humiliating) level of neediness for you. While it allowed him to conceal his carnality, it only exacerbated your embarrassing desperation for him.
Since the mask was only for special occasions, you knew that you needed to get your fill of this Chan. You were determined to finish in this position just so you could turn around and continue face-to-face with him, allowing his cold gaze to lock eyes with you as you feebly rode his dick. Yet, while you would fall apart on him, Chris would just study you riding him, as if his eyes were saying all that needed to be told.
Maybe that was why you liked masks so much: just as much as the mask itself turned you on, what really made it complete was what it did to Chan.
"Ride it harder, y/n," he growled through the sweat and slobber-soaked fabric. "Maybe, if you fuck me right, I might just let you see my face when I fuck my cum into you when you're too exhausted to keep going."
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weird request but if you feel like writing it then please do.
tara and y/n r dating.
but when they’re at the museum ig, tara tells y/n to get out of there so she won’t get hurt, so when y/n had gone out of their way, Sam and Tara are fighting the ghostfaces and watches them reveal themselves.
after the ghostfaces has been revealed, Sam is fighting quinn and Tara Ethan, but out of the blue when Tara turns around, he isn’t there.
So when Tara hears something behind her grunting, she wastes no time turning around and stab the person in the mouth (like she did to ethan in the movie) bc ofc she automatically thinks the person behind her is ethan.
But when she turns around, the person she has stabbed is Y/n who was trying to come back and help them.
Tara panics and tries to tell herself it’s all okay and that y/n could be saved. but she couldn’t, so we die😀
Please write this bc I’m obsessed w the angst that you write. This is all just angst angst angst and angst, but I love it.
so I’m begging you to write it.
Tara Carpenter/Fem!Reader
Summary: you get Ethan’ed :(
Warnings: Death, angst
WC: 1.1k
Authors note: it’s kinda short but I hope you like it and it’s up to your expectations anon :) sorry for any mistakes in advance.
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“You can’t stay here, you have to go.” Tara looked up at you. The fear she felt in her body was so immense. The fear of losing you to the hands of a ghostface. She almost had, the year prior to someone she considered a friend. A close friend. Amber had been her best friend and she almost killed you. You had gotten lucky. But the fear the moment you had fallen when the gun shot rang out. The feeling she felt when you didn’t move had been so overwhelming. Gut wrenching.
“What? I’m not-No Y/n listen to me. He is not going after you. He’s after Sam. And I won’t leave her-And I won’t leave you.” Tara knew better. You would never leave her willingly. But she had to find a way to make you leave.
“Y/n please. I won’t be able to live with myself or focus enough for me to do what I need to do. If I’m too worried about you. I could get Sam or even myself killed. Please baby. Please I’m begging you. Just go get help. Find Mindy. I need you safe.” She had reached forward, cupping your cheeks in her hands. The softness of your cheeks had always soothed her. Your voice was also something she loved to listen to. Even when you were speaking nonsense. Also sounding so soothing.
“Baby, Tar I can’t just leave you. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself either if something happened to you.”
The feeling of your arms wrapping around her body, pulling her closer you your chest. Tara moved her arms to wrap around your neck. She held you close. Loving the feeling of safety you have always brought her.
“You have to, let me go. Trust that I’ll be fine. And I can hold my own.” She looked up to your eyes. She would always get lost in your soft y/ec eyes. She could see the fight in your eyes, the way you were battling with your self to argue with her. She knew you so well. Which was why she knew she was asking a lot of you to leave.
“I’ll be back as soon as I get help. I promise ghostface won’t even know what hit him. Please be okay. Don’t let your guard down okay. No matter what happens. Okay?”
“I promise.” Tara felt a small sense of relief wash over her. Knowing that you’d be safe. Knowing that you’d be out of harms way. It was all she could ask for. The way you looked down at her, it was a way only she had the fortune to be looked at. The way your eyes always show cased your emotions for her. The love she’d see, every time she looked at them. It was something she could never get over. The way your eyes always spoke to her in way that only she could understand. You were her rock. Her anchor.
Ghostface will never hurt you. She’ll make sure of it. That bitch would have to get through her.
“Good, I’ll see you soon okay. I love you.”
“I love you to.” And she does. It was why she was sending you away. She loves you too much for you to be in this. Pulling you down for a kiss, a kiss that had been filled with so much emotions. Fear, a sense of hopefulness that everything would turn out okay. And most of all, love.
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Tara had been fighting Ethan. He had been a lot stronger than she had thought. He had thrown her through one of the show cases. She had felt the glass piercing different parts of her body. But the fear and the adrenaline had moving faster than ever. She clutched Billy’s knife in her hand. Turning around to the direction Ethan had once stood. But he was gone.
He was no longer standing where he once stood. Tara could feel the hairs on the back her neck standing at how quiet the theater got. The distant voices of Sam and Quinn talking. She held the knife up as she took a few steps forward, the glass under her shoes cracking and snapping from the pressure. The noise ringing in her ears.
At the sound of foot steps coming from behind her. She clutched the knife. Her grip tightening around the knife.
Don’t let your guard down.
The words rang through her mind. Your voice in her mind repeating the words over and over again.
Her arms moved before she could process what she was doing. Turning around at such a speed, the feeling of the knife going through who she thought was the mouth of Ethan. It was the mouth of
You.
Tara gasped her favorite pair of eyes were looking back at her. Wide filled with shock.
“No. No. No no.” The feeling of your weight falling into her arms was enough for her to drop to her knees. The sound of you chocking on your blood as you fell on your back.
“It’s okay. It’s okay. Fuck. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” She cried, she didn’t understand. You weren’t supposed to be here. Taking in the cut on the side of your temple. Making her believe you never made it out of the theater. Her ears refused to hear anything else other that sound of you chocking on your blood. The sight of you was becoming blurry.
She had stabbed you.
You.
“It’s gonna be okay.” Her voice coming out shaky, blinking away the tears as she looked into your eyes. At the sight tears blurred her vision again, her breathing becoming more erratic.
The gurgling that you made as you tried to say something. She could only watch as you’re eyes squeezed shut from the pain. The pain she had caused. Your eyes opening again she they looked up towards her. The unspoken words. They held no hate towards her. No betrayal towards her. The love in your eyes still shinning towards her.
“Stay with me.” She begged. Sobs escaping her lips as she took in the way your chest kept faltering. More sobs escaped her, completely unaware of the shots that rang throughout the theater.
The guilt growing more and more. The disbelief of what was happening was growing. The denial was growing. You were dying and it was because of her. Not ghostface.
The way your eyes faltered, your eyes losing the light that she loved. She began to shake her head violently.
“P-Please. No. P-Please baby. Stay with me.”
She had kept her guard up. But at what cost. Cause at the end it wasn’t ghostface that hurt you. It was her.
:(
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mean!soft dom!stu brainrot<3 .
a/n - back in my poly!ghostface thirst era, i'm not apologizing either. this blurb was made a while ago and i published it on my old tumblr stuillyspsychogf , so if this seems familiar that's why . happy reading everyone <3 !!
content warning - overstimulation, coercion, manipulation (kind of?) , breeding/creampie ig , pet names, mocking. tell me if i missed anything.
There were tears in your eyes as you were on the edge of your third orgasm of the night.
"P-please.. can't take anymore." You whimpered out. It was barely even audible. But Stu heard you.
Stu pulled out of your walls slowly just to slam back into them a second later.
Stu's mouth hovered over your right ear panting heavily and breathing shakily for a few minutes before saying, "Sure you can, sweetheart. You've been such a good girl for me, you really want to stop now?" He asked before slowly pushing himself further into your pussy, hitting your g-spot which caused your toes to curl and your fingers intertwine with the white satin bedsheets.
You softly let out a string of moans, your back arching, before letting out a weak mumble. "N-... n-no."
Stu let out a breathy laugh before he pulled out some then pushed right back in, hard.
Stu let out a few groans of pleasure, rocking his hips into you with a rhythmic thrust, absolutely loving the sounds of your squelching pussy tightening on his cock. He felt like he was on Cloud 9, like he had found nirvana.
Stu's hands reached the front of your neck, bringing your ear up to his mouth."Such a fucking good girl, aren't you?" He cooed into your ear as you moaned and nodded your head, feeling your pussy getting impossibly wetter by his voice.
"Say it baby. Say that you're my good girl." He demanded you as he started fucking into you harder, making it impossible for you to keep in your scream.
He wanted to drive you over the edge, he wanted to see you break, wanted to see you cry. And he wanted to be the reason for it.
Stu tightened his grip on your neck, "Any time now, angel." He taunted you, a sick grin on his face as he watched you turn red in the face.
You brung your index and middle finger up to Stu's hands, and tapped them, signaling you needed to say something. Stu took his hands off of your neck, bringing his arm to it instead, but not choking you.
"I-I-.. I'm your-" You cut yourself off with a moan as Stu kept on hitting your g-spot over and over again, groaning into your ear as your cunt clenched on his cock.
"I'm y-your good g-girl, Stu! Fuck!" You cried out, the tears in your eyes rolling down your cheeks as you started to sob from the feeling of overstimulation.
Stu pulled out of you, the sound your juices sloshing out of your pussy. He turned you around, your face facing his, his facing yours.
He let the swollen red tip of his cock tease your clit, moving it up and down extremely slowly causing you to mutter a string of curses under your breath before slamming back into you.
"St-Stu!" You screamed so loudly you were sure the neighbours could hear you.
Stu grinned at you, "You're doing so good, Y/N. I'm almost there.. fuck!" He groaned out, his rhythm turning into an untimely thrust.
His face got closer to your neck as you tangled your hands into his hair, gripping on it so hardly like it was the only thing that connected you two. Stu moaned in mixture of pain and pleasure.
You could feel that you were close. "P-please, Stu! I'm gonna cum!" You cried out.
"Go on, angel. Cum for me. Let the whole fucking town know how good I'm fucking you." He said into your neck.
That was all the approval you needed as your third orgasm ripped through you. Your thighs shaking, your moans and screams getting louder as you let the hot white take over you.
It didn't take Stu that long after to cum. After a few more thrusts, he slowed down, a few mutters of your name coming out of his mouth, as he came deep inside of your cervix.
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Ghostface!Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader PART II
TW[updated]: Stalking, Breaking and entering, bandages, insert of foreign deadly material into privates, somnophilia, dacraephilia, Non-con, dubious con, Con-Non-con (at sm point i hope), bondage, knife play, rape kink, possessive!Spencer, murder threats, kinda forced bj, Creampie, degradation, dvp, BWC ig,(Idk what else BUT BRACE YOURSELF)
He continued to watch you, how you reacted to his light touches. He wanted to laugh at how you seemed to think it was a dream. However his patience kept being overrun by his need to corrupt you, every single inch of you. To ruin you for any man you dared to run to.
He thought about you, hickies splayed all over your neck, lips swollen, cum all over your breasts, cum also leaving out of both your holes.
He felt his cock tighten in his briefs.
Now
He took of your shirt with his knife and started to kneed your breasts, your breaths came in heavy but quiet sighs. You were enjoying this. He wanted to know how you'd feel if you realised who was making you feel this way.
He kissed down your neck leaving visible hickeys all round. He watched in awe as your pussy started to leak, how your hips seemed to grind into thin air.
He took caution to the wind and leaned in, he nipped the groove of your neck as he went down to your breasts he took one in his mouth.
Like clockwork your back arch a moan escaped your lips. For a moment he wondered what his cock around your lips would feel like.
One at a time.
First he was going to fuck you awake.
He remove his belt and kept it to the side, he might need that for you later. He brough out his cock and held it firmly in his hand. For weeks he'd been dying to know how your soft little cunt felt like.
And today was the day.
Now.
He slipped the head through and felt euphoria wash over him. That's when you woke up. He got harder as he watched you trash around. The very sight made him harder. He gripped your hips and planted them into the bed.
"Easy now, fuck, you feel so good around my cock," he thrust in sending your back into an arch. You started to cry at the intrusion.
"Fuck even when you're crying you're still so dam fuckabke, fuck I've wanted to see how you'd look around my dick for so long," Your breath started to get heavier as your orgasm approached. "Fuck i should have brought a camera fucking record you,"
"Please...please..." You didn't know whether you were begging for him to stop or for him to go fsster. He went faster ramming into you at an inhuman speed.
"You wanna cum so badly don't you, alright, he leaned in, "Cum for me," he said as he bit into your neck.
You came with a scream, your body feeling ten times lighter, buzzing away. You almost forgot about the man inside you.
"Will you be good girl for me? Hmm?" He says as he cuts your bindings, you're too weak to do much. All you could do was just be. Spencer chuckled as he stayed in you.
"Come here," he said. "We're not done yet," You were soon on his lap, warming up his cock, occasionally he'd thrust up and then make your hips thrust down on it hard and fast leading you to come even more. You were so sensitive that you started to cry.
"I'll have so much fun with you, turning you into my little cumslut"
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