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velvrei · 9 months

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reader losing her virginity to chad meeks bc he’s a such a gentleman and i love him

omg he’d be so gentle & sweet. this is teeth-rottingly sweet and i kinda love it. i got a little carried away so this one’s a little longer ;)

⟡ his large hand gently came up to your ear, he hovered above you, your back laid carefully against the cozy, white mattress.

you were kissing, he pulled away to gaze down at you, admiring your beauty as a small smile pursed his lips; his hand held your leg at his hip.

“i know you’re worried, baby, but here’s no reason to be. i’ll take it nice and slow, okay?” his gentle tone comforted you, a weight lifting off your chest.

his lips reconnected with yours, gentle hands roaming your body as if he was searching for any last signs of doubt.

he slowly reached his hands down to your waist, slowly pulling down your shorts and looking into your eyes, pulling back from the kiss. “i love you, okay? this okay?” he spoke, just above a whisper.

you practically melted at how sweet he was being and smiled at him, “yes,” you we’re desperate for his touch.

you had done stuff before, his favorite thing was to eat you out, but this was the first time you planned on having sex.

chad nodded and slowly took off your bottoms, along with your underwear, still watching your face for any changes or forms of hesitancy. he smiled when he found none, and sat up, undressing himself.

he sighed when his cock sprang out of his boxers, you couldn’t help but stare as he leaned down again and lifted your chin with his fingers.

“hey, gorgeous, you ready?” he said, lining himself up with your aching cunt. you nodded slowly, and he scoffed and kissed your forehead.

“you gotta use your words, babydoll, i gotta make sure you one hundred percent want this. okay?” his words were soft, unlike his dick that was practically begging to be inside of you, but he was willing to suffer if it meant for your full comfort.

you nodded, speaking up, “okay, chad. yes, i’m ready.” those words alone had him kissing your lips and slowly sliding into your hole. you felt yourself stretching out and your eye rolled back at how full you felt.

chad couldn’t help but smile when he saw your furrowed eyebrows, he started kissing all over your face to try and distract you from any possible pain.

“chad,” you spoke, giggling a little at his cute actions. he just smiled, and intimately kissed your lips one last time.

“does it hurt baby, you okay?” he spoke, eyes intensely on yours, looking deep in as if he could read the words from your soul.

you gulped, “doesn’t hurt that bad anymore, you can start moving, just slowly, please.”

chad nodded, slowly thrusting his hips out of your hole, then back in, earning a moan from you as your hands fell to his chest, gripping into his shoulder.

“keep going,” was the only real sentence you could form, and he watched your gorgeous face as it contorted to pure pleasure, it was overwhelming how good his cock filled you up and how good it felt sliding in and out of you.

“i got you, love, i got you.” he mumbled in your ear, interlocking his hand with yours. you could feel his warm breath on your neck and it added to the pleasure, sending shivers down your spine.

“faster,” you whispered, and chad heard it loud and clear sense your lips were right next to his ear. he smiled and started thrusting in and out of you faster, the feeling of pain washing away and replacing with much, much pleasure.

“oh fuck!” you started feeling yourself screaming, unable to contain them. thank god, ethan landry was out, otherwise he would’ve heard your loud moan and knew what was going on.

chad moved his hand down to mess with your clit, rubbing it in circles and watching as your turned to putty in his hands. “that feel good, babydoll?”

you nodded, forgetting his rule and watching as he just smiled and laughed. “so good you can’t even form words like i asked, huh?” his thrusts sped up, your nails digging into his back making him moan out slightly.

chad was a very vocal guy, you found out after your first handjob with him, but sex was another level. chad’s head fell in between your neck, mouth falling open and letting out any cuss words or praises that fell with it.

“you’re doing so good, so good.” he praised, rubbing your clit faster and speeding up his strokes. he expected you wouldn’t last long sense you were a virgin, and he was right.

you started trembling when he whispered nonsense again in your ear, “good girl, baby, such a good girl. taking me so well. look at you, a fucking mess for my cock.”

you moaned out, legs starting to shake, “chad- chad,” you started repeating his name over and over again, completely forgetting what you were trying to say, and he just laughed at you, already understanding what you were saying.

“i know baby, it’s okay, cum for me.” those words alone could’ve sent you over the edge, and they did but along with the feeling of his fingers messily rubbing along your clit, and his warm mouth whispering little praises as he fucked you.

you felt as if your legs went numb and your hearing went out for a minute, you’d orgasmed before, from his fingers and mouth, but the orgasm with his dick just felt so much different, and better.

you whimpered out as you came down from your high, watching as chad trembled.

he couldn’t hold on any longer, either. he didn’t expect to cum that fast but seeing how hot you looked under him, trembling and moaning because of his manipulation it really got him.

he pulled out, not knowing where to cum and you used your last amount of strength and sat up, opening your mouth with your tongue sticking out.

“come on, love, cum in my mouth,” you said, and your sudden control sent him over the edge, as he shoved his dick down your throat, holding it all the way down and spilling his warm seed into the back of your raw throat.

he panted and moaned until the last drop fell out, and he let go of your head. “fuck.” he swore loudly, out of breath but forgetting everything that just happened.

“are you okay?” his attention was now fully on you, as you nodded. “yes, i’m okay.”

chad smiled and got up, getting you a wash cloth to clean up the access mess he made, and kissing your forehead after. he laid down to cuddle with you and watched as you instantly fell asleep, still in awe with how beautiful of a girlfriend he scored.

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roryculkinluvr · 9 months

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you should 110% make p*rn master lists for scream!!!

𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐏*𝐑𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ੈ✩‧₊˚

➸ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: charlie walker x fem reader, billy loomis x fem reader, stu macher x fem reader, ethan landry x fem reader, chad meeks-martin x fem reader

➸ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: twitter p*rn links, oral (f/m receiving), p in v, unprotected p in v, switch! reader, mutual masturbation, fingering, breeding.

➸ 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: these are videos that remind me of my favourite scream men, i’ll be updating this every so often! the links only work if you’re logged in on twitter!

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐑 ♡

charlie fingers you while you watch a movie

charlie praising you during fluffy morning sex

mutual masturbation with charlie

teasing charlie with your cunt

riding charlie in a skirt

riding charlie part two

playing with charlie’s cock

soft dom charlie worshiping you while he breeds you

𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐒 ♡

dom billy fucking you from behind

billy fucking you while your parents aren’t home

billy eating you out

billy with breeding kink

billy sucking on your tits

letting dom billy use you

needy sub billy eating you out

ruining sub billy’s orgasm

𝐒𝐓𝐔 𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑 ♡

stu slapping your pussy

stu teasing your clit with his tip

bouncing on stu’s cock

bouncing on stu’s cock part two

stu overstimulating you

stu fingering your wet pussy

making sub stu cum in his boxers from dry humping

sub stu sucking your tits

squirting on sub stu’s face

𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐘 ♡

over stimulating sub ethan

ethan eating you out

ethan fingering you while you kiss his neck

ethan fucking you from behind

ethan fucking you from the back part two - this one looks exactly like him it’s insane

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐊𝐒-𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐍 ♡

making out with chad in his dorm

chad with a breeding kink

giving bf! chad head after a party

chad fingering you and playing with your tits

idk this is just very chad to me

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wesstars · 6 months

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hot on your lips

tara carpenter x fem!reader (no pronouns)

summary: her hands are on your shoulders, and the next thing you know, your back is pressed to the bed, and tara’s rocking her weight on top of you. she leans in close, breath as soft as her skin against your lips, breathing out a quiet ‘yes.’ wc: 3.0k tags: explicit, minors DNI!! no-ghostface au bc i didn’t feel like fitting it in. bad dirty talk, top!reader and bottom!tara, needy!tara, D/s dynamics, reader is a little tiny bit of a sadist (as a treat,) sex on camera, exhibitionism and voyeurism, mild restraint, mild degradation, horribly excessive use of italics a/n: am I back?? idk how i feel about this. thank you to @evilwednesday for helping me out w the cover image & the title :)

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Tara’s in your arms before her bag even hits the floor.

You’re so, so glad the hallway is empty as she nearly bowls you over in the doorway of your shared apartment, peppering your face with kisses. You lift her up and give her a spin, pressing your lips to hers—it’s pure comfort, after so many long months of Tara’s school semester. Long distance was a real bitch sometimes, but Tara reminded you every day of how it was all worth it. In fact, you’d felt as if what you had with her was made more real by the distance so often between you. But now, she’s in your arms, finally, and you nudge her suitcase inside with your foot, bending to grab the backpack she’d discarded.

Pulling back, she speaks, so soft and shy it nearly makes your heart burst. “Hi.”

“Tara,” you breathe, “I thought—I wasn’t supposed to go pick you up from ORD until—”

“There was a change of plans,” she interrupts, palms on your cheeks to pull you into a bruising kiss. You feel yourself practically melt into her, like a docile dog in a firm hand. You set her bag down, just managing to not drop it. “I took an earlier flight-” her lips are on yours again- “Couldn’t wait.”

“Couldn’t wait… for what?”

“This.” She slips her tongue into your mouth, all hot and velvet on your teeth. God, the way it felt to miss her was addictive, but this was a million times better. Grabbing blindly, you miss the door handle a few times as you’re distracted by her soft lips, finally managing to slam the door shut. Shifting your strong hands to the soft crease of her ass and thigh, you bump your teeth into hers in your eagerness, but she doesn’t seem to mind. You walk her into the apartment, kicking the door shut behind you.

Tara smells like the airport and outside wind, something uniquely New York caught in her hair. She pulls back for only a second to reach around, drop her jacket and shoes, leaving her in just a shirt and comfy sweats. Her palms are sun-warm on your cheek and your neck; any place that she could touch was fair game for her. Your mind feels hazy already—it makes it hard to focus as you try to maneuver around furniture you could navigate in the dark, Tara’s presence more than disarming. Part of you wants to slow down, ask her how her semester went, but the smarter, Tara-influenced majority of you knows that with the way she was pulling at you and your heart, she would straight up kill you if you did that. You’re all too happy to oblige her, kissing her back for every day that she’d been gone.

“I missed you,” she whispers as she pulls on the collar of your shirt, even though you’re pressed so close already. She’s feather-light in your arms as you carry her down the hallway, nearly stumbling through the bedroom door. You let her down to stand between your feet, freeing your hands to cup her jaw. The curve of Tara’s face is as familiar as the way her nose brushes against yours, soft. It only takes a second, really, but with just her scraping her nails on the back of your neck, you’re wanting, enough to hold her tight and feel her melt against you.

Tara nearly topples the both of you when she grabs your shirt again and pulls. You just barely catch yourself from crushing her against the bed—but as always, she takes you by surprise, wrapping her arms around your shoulders and slanting her mouth against yours to deepen the kiss. The look in her half-lidded eyes as you peek down at her tells you all you need to know about her intentions. With the way you were kissing up on her, anyone would think that you’d been apart for years, not months, but god knows you couldn’t get enough.

It’s near obscene, the press of your tongue against hers, but with all of the urgency built from the past few months, it only serves to split you open. As quick as it began, your kiss, broken by barely a gasp for air, turns heated and hungry. It’s filthy, and the urge to spit in her mouth and make her swallow is more than a fleeting thought. Instead, you force her thighs open with your hips, grabbing her ass and pulling her close.

Under her sweats, you can feel the edges of fabric underneath, and you grin, skimming your hands lower. You furrow your brow when you feel a telltale band of elastic, and your hands tighten on her thighs.

“Tara-” your voice comes out a rasp- “are you wearing thigh highs?” You’re nearly dizzy with how much blood rushes from your head to your stomach, pooling low and hot.

“I know you like them.” Tara smiles a little, impishly, but she looks down to your hands instead of your eyes. You know her—she’s looking for confirmation that she’s right, that she hadn’t overstepped in wearing something for you. In your mind, it’s absurd of her to even entertain this sort of thing, the way it sends a tingle up your spine. But Tara needs it, and you’re more than eager to please. You trail your fingers to her waistband, pulling her sweats down and off to expose her. Your grip on her hips is tight and squeezing, holding her in a way that’s unmistakable as want.

You cock your head, ignoring how loud your heart runs. “Oh, yeah? Is that why you’re matching again?” You take her hand, slide your thumb over her fingernails, in gel black. The sheer fabric is the same shade, soft as sin against your palms. Briefly, you consider tearing them apart, seeing the ruin of tatters against her skin—but her little whimper as you trace your fingers where her thighs spill out over the top makes you change your mind.

She’s breathing hard from just the kissing, and when she sighs into your mouth, you’re reminded of the way she’d boldly suggested, your blushing cheeks visible even on FaceTime, that you let her take a souvenir back to her apartment. Tara had complained that she was bored, in a way that homework couldn’t solve, her wide eyes telling you that was as true as could be. You never could back down from a challenge, no matter how warm it made you feel—that was why there was currently an old camera sitting on the bedroom table. You smile, biting your tongue.

“Remember what you said that night, baby?”

You point to the other end of the room, to the camera there, mocking. You expect her to laugh, to shake her head with an exasperated fondness, and push her lips back on yours. Instead, she freezes, swallowing. Her grip on your biceps tightens.

“Tara?”

She turns her gaze to you, and in the half-light you see that her pupils are blown, wide in a sort of disbelieving arousal. It hooks you in, a tug in your stomach, as your mind fills with only Tara.

“Tara…” you repeat, “do you remember?” She’s quiet, a blush rising steadily to her cheeks. “‘Don’t you wish you could see what you do to me,’” you tease, leaning in close. “You want me to watch you, right? Well, doll, there’s a camera right there.”

“I—” Tara nearly protests, but oh, her flush, the way her hips move so subtly, is telling enough for you. Not letting her hesitate anymore, you grab her shoulders, flipping her so she’s under you. She fits perfectly, holding you up just as much as you’re holding her down.

“You’re gonna watch this when you’re alone, right?” You tease, trailing a hand down her arm to push her wrists above her head with one hand. In your daze, you know her tells as well as you know that drag of desire in your stomach, and so you already know that she’s— “You’re gonna watch this and rut that needy pussy on your hand, is that it?”

It’s your turn to look for confirmation—distantly, it rings in your mind that you must’ve lost your mind, to be talking to Tara like this, but what’s more apparent to you is the moan that escapes from her mouth, the way her eyes slide shut.

“Yeah,” she breathes, something shameless in the twist of her brow as she arches her back. Her nipples press into your chest, hard through her thin shirt, her knees falling open even more. She’s warm, underwear just clinging to her and leaving nothing to imagination. “I’ll watch it whenever you want me to.”

“You will,” you laugh, something deep and dark. “But when you touch, you’ll let me know when you’re gonna come, okay? So I know that you’ve stopped, like a good girl.” You grind your hips between her thighs, watching her breath catch. It’s a soft, bated moment, but something cracks in the air, nearly audible. The shift between the two of you is a familiar one, apparent in the way that she clings harder to you, presenting her chest, the column of her throat, the tilt of her jaw.

“I will,” she says obediently, her pleading gaze making you grin. “I’ll stop, I’ll touch myself, whatever you want—”

Just as quick, you’re pushing yourself off of her. The room is quiet, save for your footsteps and Tara’s breaths, adorably shaky. The camera is easy to set up, even if you do chance a look at her one too many times. You’re back by her side, and you both watch the red light, winking back at you.

You sit down next to Tara, trailing your hand up and down her stomach. “I’ll tell you every dirty little thing I’d like to do to you, if you’re patient,” you whisper in her ear, something meant for only her to hear.

Her hands are on your shoulders, and the next thing you know, your back is pressed to the bed, and Tara’s rocking her weight on top of you. She leans in close, breath as soft as her skin against your lips, breathing out a quiet ‘yes.’ Giving a little twist that not-so-accidentally presses her heat against the seam of your jeans, she pulls her shirt and bra off in one miraculous motion. You touch her skin, smooth and warm and hot, and you just know she enjoys how your eyes can’t help but drop lower, your hands nearly following. She leans in to kiss you again, the ends of her hair tickling your collar. You both pull back, and you take a second to just look at her, and you can see how she’s been. School was long and difficult, it’s in the set of her eyes, and you want to know more, despite the burn in your stomach.

But with the way she’s looking back at you, white little teeth worrying at her lip, you all but smile.

“Alright, pretty girl,” you tease, “what is it, now?” She whines when your hands meet her chest, rolling her nipples between your fingers. “C’mon, tell me.”

It comes more easily than you expect, and it drops molten heat into your chest. “I wanna ride your face,” she whispers. You grab for her hips, tight. “I want everyone to know you’re mine.”

Glancing over at the red light, you bite down a groan. “Do you think you deserve it?”

“Yes, yes—” she’s already straining against your grip, trying to crawl her way up your body.

“That’s for me to decide, Tara.”

She keens, but she drops her head to watch your hands on her—she’s sensitive—as she pants. You shush her, sliding your thigh between hers. It must catch on her in just the right way, because she’s tensing up in your arms, fingers digging into your shoulders.

“You’re looking so desperate,” you laugh, glad she can’t see the flush on your cheeks.

“I am.” Her bold declaration stops your heart in your chest; you know she’s telling the truth.

“So say ‘please,’” you murmur, head spinning.

Her eyes are glossy when she finally looks at you. “Please…”

“Very good,” you say patiently. You lean up to kiss her, sucking her bottom lip none too gently. “Why don’t you beg a little?”

You see how the false hope makes her tears so willing to spill out. Her hips rut on your thigh, with no rhyme or rhythm—you’re practically begging yourself to help her, but you hold back.

“Please,” she says again, taking a ragged breath. “Please, want your tongue in me—”

“Louder, Tara,” you snap, threading a hand in her hair and pulling her head up, none too gently. You force her to look in the camera, watching her pupils dilate as she stares down the lens. “I want you to be reminded of what a whiny bitch you are.”

“Want you to eat me out,” she whines to the camera, closing her eyes against the redness in her cheeks. “Want…” The next time she says it, it's louder—you release Tara’s hips to pull her panties off, nearly tearing them when she shifts up the bed at the same moment.

It makes you ache, being so close to touching Tara, her scent heady and thick, ensconcing your every sense. Her hands grab the headboard as you wrap your arms around her thighs to pull her closer to your lips. She’s practically shaking in her anticipation, and truthfully, it’s hard for you to wait any longer. You trace your tongue across the stretch marks on her inner thighs, and then straight to her cunt. She’s all velvet and honey against you, as you eagerly run your tongue up and down, savoring what you’ve missed. It’s so intoxicatingly good that you nearly miss the way she cries out, your name a shameless prayer.

You miss her weight on your chest as her back arches, and immediately you’re tracing the dip in her spine. Irrevocably, you’re watching her every move as you tease at her clit, making her rut her hips against your face, chasing friction.

“Fuck,” she says on an exhale, breaking the word into two damning syllables, just like the ba-dum of your heart. Tara tears her hand from the headboard, threading her fingers into your hair to pull you closer. It’s a gesture that you should chastise her for, but you can’t bring yourself to resist her.

“That’s it, pretty girl.” You wrap your lips around her clit and ease two fingers in at the same time—she’s so wet it doesn’t take much to get them in. When you look up at her, the glazed expression on her face is something sated and satisfied, like chocolate wouldn’t ever melt in her mouth. A lazy grin graces her lips, a dusty pink rising up on her cheeks as she squirms against you, adjusting easily to the familiar stretch.

Somehow, you can feel in your gut that she’s being good for the camera, and you can’t bring yourself to take your time. You want everything at once, to make her come over and over again into your waiting mouth, greed your only sin since you were so far past lust, falling into adoration and something dangerously like—

“Please.” It spills out of Tara’s mouth, golden and warm.

“You’ve been saying ‘please’ an awful lot, Tara.”

You wrap your hand, the one not knuckle deep in Tara’s cunt, around her thigh. Squeezing, you felt the soft stockings against your palm as you guided her hips to rock into you, your fingers and your tongue. You wanted her to feel whenever she’d play the video back, for her to be able to memorize fucking your mouth, so no matter the distance, she’d remember. As if on cue, her moan echoes around the walls, in your mind.

“The camera’s gonna pick that up, you know.” Your voice is rough, out of breath with how warm it is to be under Tara.

Her voice is tight, choked. “I know, baby.”

You don’t stop, only shifting slightly to get your thumb on her clit, so you can lean back. You swipe your tongue on your bottom lip, tasting her so sweet, and you watch her eyes, fading in and out of focus, tracking your motion.

“Gonna—”

“Tara,” you laugh, but it’s a warning. She whines, hips twitching, and you can see her lip between her teeth.

“Gonna—oh god—it’s—”

“Gonna what?” You mock, flexing your fingers. “You can do better than that.”

“Please, let me come?” Something warm unfurls in your chest at Tara knowing you want her to ask, your perfect girl, even when she’s so far gone.

“Why?” Your question makes Tara still her hips, which is saying something. “Why should I let you, baby?”

She’s quiet, and since you’ve always been weak for her, you take pity. Your heart’s racing, and the heat in your stomach craves to just see her.

“You’re so good for me, my love… why should I let you come?”

“Because—” Tara breaks off with a lovely little whine, and then it hits her. It breaks up into a floaty feeling in her stomach, like a plume of sparks. Her thighs are trembling around your head, and you lean up to smear her slick on your lips, nudging her clit. “Because I’m your good girl.”

“That’s it, doll,” you murmur. “Come for me, Tara.”

And Tara comes, white hot and tense against you, and in that moment, you think you believe in magic. You want to invent something new just to eternalize her with more than the camera, something more than memory. She’s breathing hard, and you wiggle yourself out from under her. Pliant in your arms, she’s quiet as you help her lay down gently on the covers. For you, your mind was anything but quiet. You think you could run anywhere just to feel Tara, and you can’t resist smiling. Crawling over to give her a peck on the lips, you think Tara’s done—she’s blinking sleepily, eyes flicking between you and the camera, so you move between her knees to shuffle her stockings off, skin against skin. You hear her clear her throat, breaking your trance of fondness.

You look up—you see Tara look to the camera again, and your eyes helplessly follow. She’s got a mischievous little quirk to her lips, like she just knows how bad you wanted to see her come, and…

“You’re gonna tell me those dirty things now, aren’t you?”

a/n cont'd: 🌝

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nitewingbabi · 8 months

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↳ call me anytime ⚤ ghostface x female!reader 【 18+ ONLY — Minors DNI 】warnings ⇢ sexting, swearing, pinning, mentions of blood/killing, degrading, breeding-kink, rawr, overstimulation, mentions of somnophilia, pervert ghostface, voyeur, stalking, the usual dirty stuff ✉ taking requests first part ▻ please respond…i showed you my cock second part ▻ a pretty mouth tag @drpreminjer a/n; wrote this while listening to call me - blondie, and it just made the whole thing a lot hotter. if this gets 500 notes then I’ll put out a part four

“This is going to be fun.” He was hungry for you, his jeans were off within seconds of seeing your pussy sprawled out for him. You turned your head in hopes to see him but from your angle it was hard.

“I’m going to fuck up this pussy, you’re gonna be dripping with my cum when I’m finished with you.” You could only moan as you felt his hot tip brush against your slit, running along the thin crack and ever so slowly pressing into your folds just slightly.

The tease was enough to drive you into psychosis, but you were pretty sure you were already there. At least now you could tick ‘fuck a serial killer’ off your bucket list.

After dragging the head of his cock along your folds did he finally push in, the first inch painful as it surpassed your hole with a ‘pop’. After that he pushed himself further in til the base of his cock was against your thighs and ass. His thrusts were harsh but slow, teasing yet fulfilling. His own moans began to mix with yours as he started to speed up his pace.

The sounds of pleasure and skin slapping echoed off your walls, and if you weren’t already turned on the smack delivered to your left cheek made you weak. It took you by surprise but it made you melt at the rush it gave you.

“Such a slut, you’ve been dying to be fucked like this haven’t you? Been waiting for me to fill up your hole? Make you into a dirty whore. Feels good being fucked by a real man? A real killer.” You could barely get a word out as his thrusts became more violent and he was slamming against your cervix, ripping screams from your throat of pain and pleasure. He stopped his movements for a moment, flipping you over and pushing your legs against your chest.

He slipped your shirt up, your tits falling out and bouncing as he thrusted back in and out. You didn’t take your eyes off him, looking over his body to see he had a button up shirt underneath his cloak and his pale toned abs were peeking through. His cock drilling in and out of you was a sight you thought you’d never get to see.

His leather gloved fingers toyed with your perked nipples, twisting oh so painfully that it pulled a yelp from your lips. You loved it and hated it at the same time, wanted more and wanted him to slow down.

“Such a dirty princess.” He muttered, almost going crazy with his thrusting as he could tell you were reaching your high. Your eyes watered at the immense sensation that passed through you, body shaking and clutching onto his arms as he continued to pound in and out. Your thrashing for him to stop was frustrating and he grabbed your wrists, pinning them down by your sides and pushing even harder.

“P-p-please! I can’t—“ you tried to get out but your body felt like it was going into overdrive and spasming from the overstimulation.

“You can princess. You will.” He laughed at your tears, throwing his head back as he began chasing his own orgasm. His moans got louder and you could feel yourself clenching as another orgasm would be ripped from you.

“Fucking cum on my cock princess. Cum on your master’s cock. Do it for me.” You had only just realised that he was not using protection and you didn’t have any form of birth control.

“W-wait, I’m not—“ you tried to speak but he cut you off.

“Oh I know, I’m going to fill you up with me. Does that scare you? Carrying my baby? Carrying a murder’s baby? I thought you liked it like this princess? Hmm? Don’t back out now, I’m s-so fucking close—fuck!” His high came quicker than he wanted, clashing with your own high and both your juices flooding each other. Your orgasm clouded your mind and his cum warmed your walls.

His hips had clashed against yours a few short times before he stopped riding out his high. Looking down and seeing you so full of his cum it was pouring out of you. He pulled his cock out, both your juices coating the member.

You weren’t sure what to say but you wanted to say something. Anything. But what do you say to ghostface after he fucked you and came inside your pussy? You sat up, feeling slightly icky at the feeling of cum all over your thighs and comforter.

He was making quick work of his pants and cloak, grabbing your chin to stop you from saying anything.

“Until next time princess.” He placed his glove over your eyes and removed just the bottom of his mask to shove his tongue in your mouth and leave you with a taste of alcohol and what you guessed was marijuana as well. It made your heart race and you didn’t open your eyes until after he had left, looking over the damage that he had done.

You knew you’d be at the pharmacy as soon as it opened the next morning. There was no way you were getting pregnant by a killer.

It had been two weeks, and three murders since you had last had any contact with ghostface. Which was also when he fucked you raw and came inside you in your bedroom.

You felt stupid for even thinking it, but you thought that he’d at least try and stick around or visit you. You weren’t after a relationship, but you were getting tired of the shower head and you were too embarrassed to keep a vibrator in your room. You walked down the hallway, carrying your books from class to class. You felt like you had been on autopilot for days, waiting around for something to happen.

You felt bad for the families that had lost their members of family to him. And the police had still come up with nothing. You even began to think about who ghostface could possibly be? His body didn’t match a lot of the guys at your school. But then again some of the guys didn’t wear the most framing clothes either. You knew he was pale, and toned. Definitely taller than you.

You began scanning the hall of your school, eyeing the guys that walked past and whether or not they fit your description. Or at least what you had seen of him. Your phone began vibrating in your hand, alerting you someone was once again messaging you.

➤ looking for me?

Your heart began racing, he was watching you. Your eyes left your device, looking around to see if anyone around you was paying a little too much attention. But you didn’t see anyone. The bell rung for class and you headed off to your last periods of the day. You were going to have to do some digging to find out who he was, not that you really cared who he was. But it would make contacting him a bit easier.

Finally school being over for the day, you could collapse on your bed. Slumping down on the mattress and you felt your skirt fly up, your ass exposed to the empty room. You felt your phone vibrate again.

➤ arch your back and spread your legs

The message was mysterious and you had wondered how once again he was watching you.

➤ do it.

Without another thought you did as he said, pushing your ass to the ceiling and face into the mattress like you had been asked. Your back arching in a graceful way that it could’ve been considered art.

➤ that’s a good girl.

You wondered where he was, out your window? In your closet? You began to situate yourself back into a comfortable position. Eyes scanning around your room for once again, something out of the ordinary. Your eyes fell on your computer, green light appearing next to your camera and it hit you. He had been watching you that way. You moved closer the laptop, brows furrowing as you got up close to the camera.

You knew he could see you, but could he hear you? Like he read your mind, your phone began ringing.

Private Number

“Hello?” You answered, hiding the slight worry in your voice as you thought of how long he must have been watching you through your camera. Not that it mattered but, he had access to it before he even started targeting you possibly.

“Hi princess, wish you could see me. Cause I can see you.” His words were followed with a deep throating laugh, why did he have to make you so hot?

“How are you doing that?” You asked in a harsh tone of voice, biting on your lip that he might react poorly to your aggression.

“I can do whatever I want. You think this is the only camera I’ve been watching you through? I’ve got your house hooked. I know when you’re alone. When you’re awake. When you’re asleep. Although, while you’re sleeping it’s much better climbing through your window and fucking my fist to the sight of your cute pyjamas right in front of you. You don’t even stir, tits all perky for me, legs spread and ready to take me in. Maybe one night I ought to just fuck you then, wake you up nice and good with my cock. Hm? Bet you’d fucking worship me and beg me to stop but you wouldn’t mean in.”

His words were working you up and you felt bothered that it did this time. He had been in your room when you weren’t conscious, seeing you in a vulnerable state and position. It felt unfair.

“Well what if I keep you out? I’ll lock all my doors and nail my window shut if I have too.” You spat back, hoping he would take your warning seriously.

“Oh princess, even if you could…would you really want me too?”

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braidlottie · 7 months

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KINKTOBER DAY 11 / CAR SEX w/ SAM CARPENTER

soft!dom!sam, sub!afab!reader, car sex, fingering

you walked to your girlfriends car in the parking lot of your college building. “you okay baby?” sam asked you as you got in, a concerning look on her face.

“yeah, i'm fine.” she took off, her eyebrows furrowed.

“you sure?”

“y-yeah.”

the two of you were driving for a while when you decided to break the silence.

“i just feel weird,” you squirm in your seat, whimpering a little. sam immediately knew what was wrong. “oh baby,” she cooed, chuckling at the sight of you, so flushed and embarrassed.

she pulled to the side of the road, into a secluded alleyway where no one could see you.

“you want me to take care of you now, sweetheart?”

you nod slowly, softly whining as you rub yourself through your pants.

“let me see you, sweetheart,” she unbuttoned your pants and pulled them down to your ankles. “shh, i got you.”

she thumbs your clit, spreading your legs wider. “awww, i’ve let you go too long without my touch, haven’t i? you should’ve told me sooner, baby.” sam pouted. “‘m sorry, sammy…” you whined, throwing your head back against the headrest.

“oh, fuck! i'm gonna c-” you couldn’t even finish your sentence before cumming against sam’s fingers. “there’s my baby. wanna go home?” she kissed you before starting the car, telling you that there’s more to come tonight.

#scream #scream x reader #sam carpenter smut #sam carpenter #sam carpenter x reader #scream 2022 #scream v #scream 5

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drcydrift · 1 year

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𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘺 𝘯𝘴𝘧𝘸 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘴

pairing || ethan landry x fem!reader

warnings || porn links, ethan geting a blowjob, pussy eating, breeding, fingering, praise kink, anal (that should be it)

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT — 18+ ONLY

ethan making you suck his dick

† — "That's it sweet girl, keep sucking my dick like the good girl you are," Ethan said while pushing your head down making you choke on him. "I'm cumming, i'm cumming! Don't stop!" he said, releasing his cum into your mouth. "You did so good for me baby, my good girl,"

riding ethan

† — Bouncing up and down on his length you started to feel a tingling feeling in your tummy, clenching down on his dick indicating that you were close. "Mmh, your doing so good for me, riding my dick. Oh you wanna cum? Well you have been good for me so go ahead, cum,"

ethan fingering you

† — Ethan pressed two of his digits into your sopping wet hole making a squelching noise. "Your so wet for me sweet thing," He said pumping his fingers in and out of you quicker than before determined to make you cum on his fingers.

ethan + praise

† — "Your so perfect sweet girl, all mine," He said, slowly inserting his tip into your pussy, lifting your leg up, allowing his dick to go deeper in you. "Oh, your pussy is so tight, isn't she?" You let out a low hum, too overwhelmed by the pleasure to talk.

ethan eating you out

† — Ethan kissing your inner thighs, you let out a small moan making Ethan moan into your heat while gently carressing your outer labia. "Does that feel good sweet thing?" You nod your head quickly in response "Yeah, yeah it does,"

ethan fucking your ass

† — "Your ass feels so good, so tight and wet just for me," Ethan said while sliding the rest of his length into your asshole. Moving his hips forward at a steady peace while letting out deep grunts and moans from the tightness of your ass.

ethan + breeding

† — "You want my babies? Oh you dirty girl, well if that's what you want then I promise i'm gonna get you so pregnant, tits and belly all swollen, full of my seed," He said, his cum filling your womb with his babies.

milking ethan with your thighs

† — You squeeze your thighs around his length, only making him get closer to his orgasm."Your making me feel so good baby, i'm gonna cum soon if you keep squeezing me with those thighs of yours,"

all rights belong to © drcydrift — do not repost my work on instagram, wattpad, ao3 ect.

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coryosbaby · 1 year

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Ultraviolence - E.L & C.M

(Pt. 4)

Fandom: “Scream Vi”

Pairing: stepbrother! Ethan Landry x fem! Reader, Chad Meeks Martin x fem! Reader, Ethan Landry x Chad Meeks Martin

Warning: stepcest A/n: It’s finally here ‼️ I apologize for the wait yall 🤝(stepbrother x stepsister), threesome, double penetration, oral (f & m recieving), cum play, daddy kink, degradation/praise, switch! Reader, switch!Chad,dark! Ethan, dom! Ethan

A/n: It’s finally here ‼️ I apologize for the wait yall 🤝

You’ve been hanging out with Chad a lot recently.

It’s the first thing Ethan notices after the whole ‘fucking at a party” ordeal. And the second thing he notices, is that you have gotten really extroverted.

It’s been a few weeks, so the change makes it course over time. But you’re so much more different than before; where you once wore your little outfits with a shyness to you, you now strut around like you own the place. You speak more, present yourself more. You’ve also went to a few parties here and there. And honestly, Ethan can’t blame you for that. You’re beautiful and perfect, and why would he expect you not to think it yourself? And why wouldn’t he expect you, as a young woman, to go and make your own decisions?

It’s just that, Ethan hates change.

At the beginning, you were supposed to be his. His little secret, his little doll to play with and fuck. And now Chad has joined the mix, and it’s all different. It makes his head spin.

Your parents, Chad, and Ethan are at the kitchen table when you come barreling down the stairs. Its a hot day, like most of this summer, and your cheeks are red and flushed. You’ve been getting sunburn a lot more, it seems.

Chad has been staying over a lot more, too. Maybe partly to hang out with Ethan, but the doe eyed boy knows it’s more than that. Because the moment he’s left alone, Chad is somehow ending up next to you. His hand always rests on your knee, and you always tilt your head back and giggle at what he says. It’s ridiculous.

You smile brightly at Ethan, and move over to kiss Chad on the cheek.

“Goodmorning, guys!”

Ethan scowls at your affection, at your happy demeanor. He doesn’t like to be left out. but then you’re pressing a kiss to his cheek, too. That surprises him, and his eyebrows raise. Your parents don’t seem to notice, too wrapped up in the conversation about bills they’re having to care. And maybe you don’t seem to care, anymore. You aren’t as discreet, aren’t shy to touch Ethan or actually spend more time with him in front of your parents. Maybe it’s better this way.

Except for Chad.

“Goodmorning, bunny.” Chad’s eyes follow your form, and he smiles up at you. “You look pretty today.”

The fucking nickname.

Chad’s been calling you that since the night of the party, when he had went home with you and Ethan and tucked your body into your bed and kissed you goodnight. Ethan had stayed with you, after that, and held you until you went to sleep. Chad had thanked him, and Ethan can remember it all clearly now: the expanse of Chad’s jaw as he spoke, his hazel eyes looking at him in appreciation. He had had a nervous flush to his cheeks. Ironic, considering what they had just done. He had almost looked...cute.

Wait, what?

And this is what brings Ethan to immense confusion. He stares at the bowl of fruit loops in front of him, and contemplates what the fuck he just thought.

And then he looks over at Chad again, from across the table. He’s letting you sit in his lap, and he’s feeding you a piece of toast.

You both look good, today. You’re wearing a tiny pink crop top, and a little skirt hangs low around your hips, thigh highs and garter belt showing. Ethan notices that you’ve been wearing them a lot, recently. And Chad is wearing one of Ethan’s Coldplay tee shirts, one Ethan has seen him in a thousand times whenever he stays over.

But now, he notices, it fits him quite well.

He audibly groans, and loudly. You and Chad’s eyes go to him, eyebrows raised, and he tilts his head back and sighs.

“I’m going upstairs,” he grumbles. The chair makes a loud scraping sound as he gets out of it, and you cringe. You notice the way his hands are clenched at his sides as he walks up the stairs.

“What was that about?” Wayne asks. He’s clearly uninterested; his reading glasses are perched on his nose and he’s looking at the mail. You shrug. Sometimes you wonder if he even has a personality, honestly.

It’s later that night, and Chad is staying over again.

He’s asleep beside Ethan, and he’s snoring softly. Something he’s been doing since high school; Ethan’s bed is like his own.

And when Ethan’s eyes are resting against his pillow, he hears the door open.

He knows it’s you, can smell your strawberry perfume from a mile away. He turns over, and lifts his head up to look at you.

You nervously twiddle your fingers and whisper.

“I’m sorry I woke you up.”

He shakes his head, looking down at your pretty pink nightgown and your bare feet sliding across the hardwood floor.

“You didn’t. What’s wrong, angel?”

“I uhm—“ you hesitate, and Ethan notices the tears going down your face. He sits up immediately, careful not to wake Chad, and moves over to you and pushes you out of earshot. He holds your face in his hands.

“You can tell me.”

“I just had a n-nightmare, that’s all..”

He wipes your tears away and pulls you into a hug. He’s sweet, pressing kisses to your cheeks and holding you for a moment so you can rest.

“Do you want to talk about it?” He asks.

You hesitate, but then nod.

“We can go outside next to the pool, if you want,” Ethan suggests. And when you agree, he’s quietly pulling you down the stairs. When you open the sliding door to go outside the concrete is warm underneath your feet; it’s a hot summer night, but not hot enough to be excruciating. Just enough to bring comfort. You sit down beside the pool and let your bare feet rest in the water. Ethan sits down beside you, his fingers brushing against yours.

“What was your nightmare about?” He asks.

“We got caught.” You murmur. “In the dream, we got caught. And they wouldn’t- wouldn’t let me see you..”

Ethan frowns. He doesn’t like thinking about that fact.

“We won’t get caught, honey.” Ethan coos. “And even if we did.. nothing will stop me from being around you. Nothing.”

The way he says it makes you shiver. His tone is dark, and you can see the way his fists are clenched at his sides. And when he relaxes, he begins to speak.

“Can I ask you something?” He says.

“Of course.”

“Do you like Chad?” He already knows your answer. There’s no need to say it.

“…Do you?” You glance at him, and he shrugs.

“I don’t know,” he murmurs. “Maybe.”

You place your hand on his thigh, and softly draw circles into clothed skin. He sighs and begins to relax. His hand goes up to cup your cheek in his palm.

You hesitate when his lips almost touch yours.

“We shouldn’t. Not here.”

“Oh c’mon, baby…” his teeth nip at your earlobe, and that’s all it takes before he slips his fingers underneath your nightgown.

“Don’t you want to make your big brother proud?”

And after, after he’s inpaled you on his thick length beside that pool, after he’s filled you full of his cum, he carries you back into his room. Chad surfaces when he feels your body land next to his. His eyes crack open, and in the darkness of the room, he can smell your sweet scent.

“Y/n?” He questions groggily, and you let out a little giggle.

“Mhm.”

“C’mere.” His hands guide your head to his chest, and you curl up against him eagerly. Then the boys eyes furrow in confusion.

“Wait, where’s Eth?”

“Right here, man.” Ethan says from the other side of you.

“Oh shit, hey!” Chad says in surprise. He can be so dumb sometimes.

And then he’s clearing his throat and muttering.

“You can- you can move closer.. If you want to.”

Ethan ponders, and then he’s nodding as a smile is plastered onto his face.

“Sure.”

He curls his body up, cheek resting on you shoulder, and his hand goes to lay across Chad’s lower stomach. Chad, yawns, and grabs Ethan’s hand as he goes back to sleep again.

Ethan doesn’t really care that Chad is here anymore.

I mean, he’s his best friend, right? And best friends always share.

Even each other.

And that’s evident now as Ethan’s lips are attached to Chad’s with an imminent longing.

It’s the first time they’ve kissed; and although it should be awkward, it’s not. Things have just always flowed between them like that. It’s easy.

You giggle as Chad moves from Ethan’s mouth to yours, lips swollen and kiss bitten. He’s got his shirt off, Ethan with his pants unbuckled and hair mussed. It seems that deciding to go to Chad’s apartment was a good idea.

“I told you guys you should’ve kissed sooner. I knew there was something going on!” You say. Ethan rolls his eyes. He hates when you’re right.

“Yeah, yeah, princess.” Chad teases. “Why don’t you take that little top off and come suck me off, hm?”

“Why don’t you let Ethan do it?”

Chad lets out a breath, and his cheeks become ablazed as he sees the look Ethan gives him.

“You want that, Chad?” Ethan asks. The boy nods, pretty eyes incredibly dark from the intimacy of the whole situation. The fact that he has the most beautiful girl and boy in his bedsheets right now is making his brain fuzzy.

Ethan grins, big frame moving over to push Chad down onto the sheets below him. He huffs.

“Why do you always have to be so aggressive about everything?”

“Bite me.”

“Maybe.”

The thing about Chad is, with you he’s so used to being in control. But when it comes to Ethan, he really just wants to sit back and submit. He doesn’t really know why; maybe it’s the other boy’s cockiness that makes him seem so intimidating, something about his build and that grin he gives Chad whenever he tells him about one of his shitty hookups. He’s never felt this way about another guy, but he doesn’t hate it. And as Ethan pulls down Chad’s briefs and pulls the boy’s thighs over his own, he whines.

“Eth, c’mon.. I want you to use your mouth. Please?”

It’s the first time you’ve ever heard Chad beg. And honestly, it sounds like something you’d like to hear more often. You watch as Ethan grabs Chad’s hard length in his hand, the tip flushed and leaking precum.

“No. Don’t be greedy. Besides, we still have to make our bunny feel good, don’t we?”

Chad flushes, arm going up to cover his face.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, baby. Bunny, C’mere.”

You crawl on your hands and knees over to Chad. He smiles, going up to press a kiss to your lips.

“I’m gonna take my cock out, sweet girl. Think you can use your hands on me?”

“Yes sir.”

“Good girl.”

Your hands reach into Ethan’s pants and you pull him out. You sigh in content, lips wandering over his biceps as you stroke his cock. He groans, leaning back to kiss you again. Chad makes a noise of displeasure, and it gets Ethan’s attention. He chuckles, hands going to stroke his thighs.

“Do you need something?” He jokes.

Chad pouts. “I want a kiss, too.”

“Poor baby.”

And then Ethan is pulling Chad up. The boy whines, lips crashing against Ethan’s again. He smiles into the kiss. Your hand is still stroking him, only steadily, but begins to increase in speed as his tongue goes into Chad’s mouth. Ethan groans harshly, pulling away.

“Little minx. Come give Chad a kiss.”

You smile, leaning over to give him one. Chad’s eyelashes flutter shut at the feeling of your soft hands going up to stroke his hair.

“Good boy..” you whisper. Chad keens, forehead resting against yours.

“Am I really?”

“Of course you are. Now lay back down, okay?”

His body goes down onto the bed and Ethan pulls him back over his thighs again. You move to the end of the bed, near his head. Your fingers softly stroke his face. His eyes flutter shut, and his mind becomes engulfed in the many sensations. Ethan begins to stroke him again.

“Oh! God..”

The boy can’t keep still, his hips chasing that beautiful friction. Ethan spits down on him.

“Good fuckin’ boy. I bet you wanna cum so bad, don’t you?”

“Yes!.. c-can bunny ride my face? Please?”

The nickname and the fact that he’s still worried about your orgasm makes you smile.

“Yeah, baby. She can.” Ethan replies.

You remove your panties, Chad looking up at you with a dazed look and his face contorted in pleasure. Your wetness trickles down your thighs as you sit down on the boy’s face. His reaction is immediate; the moment your pussy is close to him, he grabs you by your ass and holds you down onto him. His tongue rubs your swollen clit with vigor, and you gasp. Chad loves eating pussy, but you’ve got to top all of the other ones he’s become familiar with. Your juices are perfect, bitter and sweet all at once, making his hips fuck into Ethan’s hands more. If he could just sit there and take your wetness down his throat for the rest of his life, he would.

“Look at that,” Ethan coos. “Both my babies look so precious. Does his tongue feel good on your little clit, sweet girl?”

You nod aggressively. Your hands are dripping your tits harshly as you bounce up and down on him. “Feels s’good, daddy.”

“Yeahhh, that’s my fuckin’ girl. Bet you want both those little holes used, don’t you? Want them dripping both our loads?”

The thought of it makes your eyes roll back, and Chad moans underneath you. You feel your orgasm nearing, tummy tightening.

“‘M gonna cum.. oh! God, pleasepleaseplease-“

“Yeah. Go on, cum on our boy’s face.”

And when you do, you’re tilting your head back and obeying Ethan’s orders, just like you always do.

The next day Ethan is bending you over the desk in his bedroom. He’s harsh, hips slapping your thighs in the most filthy way. The door lays wide open because no one is home. Ethan’s hands are wrapped around your throat. His grip is incredibly tight, and he pulls your body against his in an unnatural bent position. He’s fucking you, so careless, as if you’re nothing to him. And although that’s not the case, the incredibly large cock kissing your cervix seems to deem otherwise. Sounds leave your sweet mouth as he pounds your little cunt, whispering dirty praises.

“You’re so fuckin’ tight- love this pussy so much, fuck!” He groans, his cock twitching.

“I know s-sir, feels s’good…”

Your legs shake, body trembling, your sticky wetness coating Ethan’s cock, and he spreads you apart to watch your pussy be pummeled by him.

“God. Look at you, baby. Yeah, you’re my good little slut. So pretty..”

His hand reaches around and he begins to aggressively rub your clit. Your juices gush out and fall down your thighs, your orgasm drawing near. And with one last squeeze to Ethan’s gigantic length, you cum. He groans, and his hips are stuttering as he fills you up for the third time that week. The fact that you aren’t pregnant is beyond the both of you.

When Ethan pulls out, your body lays limp against the wooden desk. Drool is all over your chin and lips. You smile, dazed, and let out a small giggle.

Ethan smiles, bringing his hand down to stroke your back.

“You okay?”

“‘M perfect, E. Can you help me up, please?”

He does, ever the gentleman, and brings you over to his bed. You stumble a bit, due to the process of getting up too quick and because of your sore legs, but you manage. And when Ethan joins you on the bed, he’s pulling your body against his equally nude one. His softening cock rests softly against your hip, and he kisses your cheek.

“Go to sleep, sweet thing. I’ll clean up.”

You nod, eyes droopy, and drift off.

Ethan really did mean to clean up. But your hair smelled so nice, and he hadn’t got a lot of sleep the night before. So, he falls asleep against your back, his lips pressed against your shoulder blade.

You were both so content that you never heard the sound of the door opening and closing. The sound of your parent’s voices carrying throughout the house. And when Ethan’s dad decides to make a trip upstairs, when he walks past Ethan’s room, his booming voice makes you both jolt awake.

“What the hell is going on here?!”

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sidneyprescottswhore · 1 year

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im ngl i thought that was gonna get like 2 likes erm,,,

anyways , g!p = girl penis

warnings: g!p sam, unprotected sex, how do you write about dicks, dom!sam, fingering , sam isn’t very lengthy , more width? (im not gonna fucking say girthy.) a lot more warnings but im stressed and tired

her clothed cock rubbed against your cunt, wet spots being left behind on her jeans. when you looked behind your back, you thought her regular tight jeans were bursting at the seems from her noticeable bulge.

“shit..” sam groaned against your ear, grabbing a handful of your ass and grinding herself onto you, heavy hot breaths leaving her mouth only to leave your own. you could feel her unbuttoning her jeans and the sound of them dropping to the floor.

a new material rubbed against you now, her boxers now were sliding against your pussy, the feeling of her length was more visible now. you huffed, bucking your hips into it, now covering her underwear with your slick.

she slid her boxers off, painfully slow, groaning at the friction of the waistband slipping over her cock. “fuck, baby, do you see what you do to me?” she sighed, the groan still ringing in your ear. you turned around to see the head of her dick, dripping with precum. it took every nerve in your body to not just shove yourself backward onto it. she huffed, frustratedly, yanking you back by the hook and eye of your bra, you swear it had snapped just there, and you were right.

you turned around fully, lowering down to her cock as you stared straight into her eyes. you placed your index over the head, precum now on the pad of your finger. you collected it now with your index and middle, slowly adding all your fingers to form a full hand, sliding the slick all over her shaft. sam bobbed her head at that, a whine leaving her throat nice and low.

“yeah? doin’ well for me? turn.” she demanded, vulnerability in her voice still. you felt disappointed, your lips had to retract as you were about to kiss the tip of her slicked up dick. but that disappointment quickly turned into satisfaction as she rubbed your inner thigh, head of her cock teasing your entrance.

“don’t even need lube.” she chuckled, lowering herself to your cunt. “-but you do need prep, gonna finger you nice and quick, okay doll?” she grinned, spitting at your cunt and pushing her middle inside of you. slowly, starting to curl her finger into you, wasn’t enough to stretch you, wasn’t enough to prep you for her width. unwarned, she shoved her index and ring finger into you, a high groan leaving your lips. she thrusted into you slowly, quickening by the second. she could feel you loosening around her, so she rejected her fingers out of your pussy, licking them from their dirtiness.

“you ready?” she breathed into your ear, hot breath slipping over your neck. you felt her hands on your ass, teasing you once again. “y-yeah..” you whimpered out, feeling her push into you. her grip on your ass tightened as she thrusted into you at a steady pace, whispering dirty things into your ear.

“such a good fucking- girl for me, aren’t you?” she winced, cock becoming more sensitive. “y-yeah- i’m so, fucking g-good…” you managed to choke out, her cock stretching you out so well.

she panted, watching her length disappear into you over and over again as her pace quickened inside of you. she felt her own release, as well as your own, by the way you tightened around her, by the way you bucked into her.

you came with a high pitched whine as she fucked you through your orgasm, her movements becoming sloppier and sloppier as she thrusted her hips into you. once you had came down from your high, she pulled out of you, sliding her hand across her shaft roughly. you turned towards her, taking the cock in your mouth, never leaving eye contact with her.

as much as sam wants to look at you, its just so embarrassing, so she looked up to the ceiling, biting onto her knuckle as she grunted and bucked into your mouth. she came with a low moan, thighs shaking as she pulled your head down to take the full length in your mouth, the liquid slipped down your throat, being forced to swallow as she huffed with ragged breathing.

#smut #scream #x reader #scream fanfics #scream masterlist #scream smut #sam carpenter x reader #sam carpenter smut #sam carpenter x you #sam carpenter x afab reader #sam carpenter #sam carpenter x reader smut #scream 6 #scream 1996 #scream1996 #scream 5 #scream iv

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velvrei · 9 months

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Idk how sending in requests works but I'm begging for more sub Chad pls 🙏🙏 also I love your work sm you're amazing truly godsent

thank you anon ur so kind<3 yk i’m always up for sub chad

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watch and learn

pairing : chad meeks martin x reader

summary : reader walks in on chad getting himself off and decide to help him out, but not by touching him.

warnings : sub!chad, guided masturbation, use of mommy, (3 times) chad gets caught, subby & flirty chad, mentions of sex but not actual sex, chad gets himself off to a polaroid picture of you fucking

word count : 2k

nsfw below the cut .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。

you always loved the fact that your dorm room was down the hall from chad’s. it made it easier to see him, you could go be nosy and see what he was doing that was so important rather than not answering you.

and that’s exactly what you were doing. you and chad planned on hanging out that night, and you were texting him, asking him what time you should come over. it was ten minutes with no answer.

normally, you wouldn't be too concerned if he was gaming with ethan or something, but ethan was gone for the night, and your phone hadn't notified you that he was playing online. which led you to question yourself, eventually leading to you grabbing your overnight bag and walking over to his dorm room.

you slowly opened the door and entered, hoping to see him on the couch in the living room, but he was nowhere to be found. you put your belongings down and began looking.

you usually wouldn’t even think about snooping around his dorm like you were, but those thoughts continued until you heard a loud moan come from his bedroom.

you started questioning the fact whether he was cheating, but quickly brushed it off, trusting him, and also knowing he’d be stupid to do it before you guys hung out and with you right down the hall.

you approached his room, quietly pushing open the door, your jaw dropping at the sight.

chad was splayed out on his bed, shirt off and sweatpants squeezing his thighs, a small, tan item in his right hand. his left hand was stroking up and down his cock as he squirmed and cute small sighs exited his lips. you couldn't stop staring. your big, buff boyfriend was wailing and jerking off to a picture of you. not just any picture, but a polaroid taken when you last fucked, when he fucked you from behind, yanked your head up by your hair, and took a gorgeous picture of your orgasm face with him smiling in the background.

you clenched your thighs together as his moans increased it’s pace, watching as chad’s back arched, and his name fell from his lips a relentless amount of times.

you almost wanted to take a picture of how pathetic he looked. it was hot. you couldn’t watch any longer, leaning on the door frame to his room and speaking up. “well, what do we have here?”

you watched as he panicked and turned to you, shoving his cock back into his grey sweatpants. the butterflies in your stomach lowered with each step you took, closer to him.

“i-” his voice was just above a whisper, a huge wave of guilt washing over his face. you smiled down at him, using your hand to cup his cute face. “i’m sorry.”

“don’t be sorry, baby. you don’t have to hide from me.” you said, crouching down so your face was level with his. he watched your face carefully, for any sign of disgust, to which he found none. you just simply smiled at him, genuinely.

“you didn’t have to stop, either.” you spoke, firmly, watching with a cheeky grin as his dick twitched from your tone. he went to speak, but no words came out, he couldn’t form a proper sentence.

it’s almost like he wanted to get caught, cock in his hands as he stroked it to the thought of your tight walls around him.

you took matters into your own hands and stood, sitting on the end of his bed, “i didn’t want to interrupt you, honey.” you noticed the polaroid was no longer in his hands. you lifted his leg up, and found it laying under.

“trying to hide this from me?” you said, showing it to him as if he hadn’t already seen it. he slowly shook his head, remaining silent as you spoke again. “you don’t have to hide at all, you just look so fucking hot, all sprawled out for me, pumping yourself to the thought of me. i’m so wet because of you.”

you watched as chad’s head fell back, “fuck, yeah? is that right?” feeling his dick twitch against the fabric of his sweats once again. his heart skipped a beat when you got onto your knees, one hand on each of his legs. “yeah, baby. that’s right.”

his big brown eyes looked up at you when you adjusted yourself, your body now towering over him as you sat highly on your knees. “you want my help?” you smiled at how quickly chad nodded, gulping hard.

“okay, baby, keep stroking yourself.” his eyes widened, glancing down at your tits in your spaghetti strap shirt, before wrapping his hand around his thick cock, gripping it tightly. “stroke yourself, slowly. just like i would.”

chad moaned as he slowly pumped his dick, head falling back and eyes scrunching shut as he listened to the sweet sound of your voice. “good job, baby. did you cum before i walked in?” it was a little of a stupid question, but you had to make sure.

chad shook his head. your hands rubbed up and down his trembling thighs. “use your words, sweetheart.”

he moaned out before answering, “no, i didn’t.” he was a little embarrassed of the position he was in, stroking himself and doing exactly and only what you allowed him to. he whimpered, his pace painfully slow compared to before you walked in, now he was starting back to square one.

“good boy,” you praised, smiling as he melted, “now speed up your strokes for me. okay, honey?” chad nodded, incoherent sounds leaving his mouth as his hand gained a faster pace, finally fast enough to actually get him somewhere.

“mmm, yes, baby. that feel good?” he nodded slowly, sobbing out his current desperate state.

“fuck yes, feels so good, mommy, so good.” you watched as a rambled along a string of words, not making any sense but adding to the fucked out affect he had going on.

you just sat there and smiled, watching your 6’3, strong, buff boyfriend get himself under your command. something about him being such a big man and still being completely obedient and calling his shorter, not as strong, girlfriend, mommy, really did it for you.

“mommy,” there it was again, “i’m so close, i’m gonna cum. can i cum please?” his voice was his usually raspy sounding, but slightly deeper as he was fucked out and moaning so much. he moaned again, a deep moan, making your pussy throb and thighs clench together, tightly.

you leaned down, his cock right in front of your face, “go ahead, chad. cum all over mommy’s face.” that last part sent him, drawing him over the edge as his face contorted into pleasure. he watched and moaned, panting as you stuck your tongue out for his sticky white stuff to cover.

you scrunched your eyes shut as his cum painted your face, half landing on your tongue and the other half on your cheeks and forehead. his hips bucked as his last drop landed on your tongue, and you swallowed it, and sat up, carefully opening up your eyes.

chad’s eyes opened after his high, seeing your face lathered in his cum and he almost got hard again at the sight. “maybe i’ll take a polaroid picture of this, too.” he spoke, cockily, smiling at you with his cheeky little grin you loved.

you smiled, “i was waiting for you to say something like that, don’t get too cocky, you were the one calling me mommy ten seconds ago,” you said and he gasped. you got up and ran into the bathroom before he could scoop you up.

you got a washcloth, and went to clean your face, but he stopped and did it for you, looking directly into your eyes as he did so, admiring his beautiful girlfriend. “my pretty girl.”

you giggled and pushed his face away from yours, knowing if he kept that act up you’d be fucking like animals for the remainder of the night. “stop that.”

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comet-forgot-you · 7 months

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shotgun

amber x reader

ambers kinda cute or wtv 🩶

summary: amber is known for throwing the best parties in woodsboro, being anika’s best friend always secures you an invite.

warnings: 18+ pls weed consumption, thigh grinding, shotgun kisses bc yes, smut

a/n: this is my first time posting my work on anything, sorry if its not the best. do not repost for any reason🙏🏼 ao3

the cold fall air felt like a relief from the stuffy heat of amber’s crowded house. you take a seat on the outdoor couch, the backyard was empty, the small amount of people who remained at amber’s house either inside or passed out somewhere out front. you stuff your hands into you pockets and lean back, thankful the party was coming to its end so you and anika would be leaving soon.

“hey,” you look up, eyes locking with amber’s as she took a seat next to you.

“hey,” you sit up a little straighter, suddenly conscious of your appearance. she takes a joint out of her pocket.

“why’re you out here? party’s in there,” she says as she lights it. she puts the joint against her lips and you can’t help but keep your eyes trained on her movements.

“too many people,” you say, turning to look away, not wanting to make your crush on her so obvious.

“you smoke?” she asks, taking another deep inhale. you look back at her as she exhaled.

“not really, no.”

“here,” she offers her joint and your cheeks flushed, now worried about having to actually tell her you’ve never actually smoked.

“i um,” you pause, “i’ve never smoked weed before,” you mumble, adjusting your hoodie. she smiles lightly and you cant help but miss it when she puts the joint back up against her lips.

“do you want to?” you take a moment to reply. you want to say yes because its amber freeman. you want to say yes because her lips were just on it. but the thought of the thought of not doing it right scares you, and you want to say no.

“yeah,” but fuck it, you’ll do anything amber asks of you. amber smiles again, flicking the ashes off of the joint and she pulls herself over your lap.

holy fuck. this wasn’t what you were expecting. “this okay?” she asks. you’re looking everywhere but at her, your hands lamely at your sides, unaware of where you’re supposed to put them. she tilts your chin so you’re looking up at her, you grab her hips to ground yourself so you dont day something stupid.

“yeah,” you whisper. she smiles again.

“good. when i tap your neck, inhale, okay?” you nod with her directions. she takes a hit and her lips are on yours soon after. you grip her hips ever so slightly and when she taps on your neck, you almost forget what the purpose of this was. you inhale the smoke she blows out of her mouth. your lungs burn with the unfamiliar burn of the smoke. you blow the smoke out of your nose and amber keeps kissing you, her tongue trailing across your bottom lip. the hand on your chin trails down, grabbing softly at your neck.

your lips chase after hers when she pulls away and you hear a soft laugh. you open your eyes and you’re sure you look pathetic with how you look up at her but you dont care. “again?” you ask in such a quiet voice, you’re not sure she hear you. but when she takes a hit and taps your neck, her lips are back on yours and you’re inhaling the smoke again. you’re too focused on the feeling of her lips on yours you almost dont notice the roll of amber’s hips against your thigh. you groan out at the thought of her using your thigh to get off. she smiles in the kiss.

you help guide her hips against your thigh, flexing it, bouncing your leg ever so slightly, anything to make her feel good and when she moans against your neck, you feel like you might cum at the mere sound. “f-fuck, y/n,” the simple words making you melt. “you feel so fuckin’ good, shit,” she mumbles. her hands tangle in your hair, giving it a tug, exposing more of your neck. she sucks dark spots where she could reach, and you whimper when she runs her tongue over the bruised areas.

“amber, fuck,” push her cunt against your firm thigh, pushing and pulling her hips at a fast rate, a satisfied moan leaving her lips.

“don’t you fucking stop, y/n. you’re doing so fucking good, you feel so fucking good, fuck,” a whimper leaves your throat so pathetically. you’d be embarrassed if you weren’t so caught up in the moment. “fuck,” she mumbles, bringing her lips up to yours. your tongues fight but its clear who has the dominant hand, and you wouldnt have it any other way. “fuck,” her hips stutter in your hold, a wet feeling slowly seeping onto the denim of your jeans. you slow your movements, allowing her time to come down from her high.

she struggles to catch her breath, panting against your neck. you bring your cold hand under her shirt. she arches into you, and she smacks you ever so slightly. “your hands are cold as shit,” she says, pulling your hand out of her shirt. she kisses your neck once more before pulling herself off of you. you cant help but miss the feeling of her warm body against yours. “fuck,” she whispers, swiping at your shoulder. you look at it, your hoodie sporting three small burn marks. “i put it out when i remembered it,” she says, a frown tugging at her lips. “guess i didn’t put it out in time, sorry,” she mumbles.

“its fine, theyre small, nothing to be too worried about.” she pulls your hand from your pocket and tugs on it.

“help me kick all of these people out and we’ll go for round two with a lot more than that,” she says.

fuck, maybe you wouldn’t be leaving with anika. eh, she’ll be fine without you, besides, she has mindy.

a/n: i wrote this in like 30 minutes. sorry 🙏🏼 how is this??

pt 2

#amber freeman #amber freeman x reader #scream #first post #idk what im doing #idk how to tag this #mikey madison #scream 5 #scream smut #amber freeman smut

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freemansgirl · 7 months

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video games pt 2

pairing: amber freeman x fem reader

genre: smut

warnings: g!p! amber, amber rubbing on your v, amber wears a ghostface costume as she fucks you, spanking, degradation, she takes a photo while she fucks you

words: 2.2k

part 1 | part 2

you felt your body being pushed towards the comfortable covers of amber’s mattress of her bed in her room. your back was leaning on top of the fabric, sinking deeper and deeper into the mattress due to amber pushing you into her the bed. your pretty, curious eyes looked up into amber’s lustful, hungry dark brown ones, wanting her to take you right then and there.

“been waiting for this moment so bad, babe, you have no idea.” she mentioned, leaning into your face as some of her dark black hair fell onto your forehead, signaling just how close she was to you. there was a look of admiration on her face, giving you a smile when she looked at your face from your body. she found you so beautiful, she considered herself very lucky to have someone like you.

her delicate, pink lips start to land on yours coming in for a passionate, hungry kiss. amber started to deepen the kiss, her hands roaming from your face to the rest of your body to bring you even closer to her than you already are. you could feel yourself moaning into the kiss, aroused by just how good it felt being in amber’s presence. your bottom half of your body started to feel extremely damp down there, internal heat being spread in your body.

when amber’s pale, soft hand started to come near your entrance, your wet folds met with her index finger. her index finger felt so damp with just how wet you are, there was a light-hearted, playful gasp that came out of her mouth. she tried to fight the ability to let out a laugh at how wet you are, it was just too cute. she stiffened back a laugh, holding her hands up to her lips to prevent anything from coming out. “my, oh my, you’re already so wet from me kissing you… gotta say, i’m quite flattered, baby.”

there was some heat that came up to your cheeks, flustered by amber’s words when she pointed out how wet you are. you tried to not feel embarrassed about it because you know how your girlfriend could get you aroused so quickly. you couldn’t really blame yourself because i mean…. it’s amber. she started to rub her thumb above your clit, grazing it in small circles while she kissed down on your neck. each kiss she planted onto your cheek felt heaven, her lips were so soft against your skin and you loved it.

you felt your back arch from how good she was rubbing your sensitive spots, letting out the prettiest little noises for amber. she started to smirk against your neck, letting out some seductive laughs while leaving more semi-sloppy, wet kisses on your neck. “you’re liking that huh, princess?” a teasing tone came from the pale-skinned girl, enjoying that she was the only person that could make you feel this good. you started to nod your head rampantly to her question, showing that you actually did like it.

the more she picked up her pace, the better the rubbing felt against your clit which drew out more moans. “amber, oh my god,

please…” you breathed out, closing your eyes for a second to just enjoy the moment as your mind took you places. you started to rub your hands all over her body, letting her grind against you. as you two enjoyed the moment, it came to an end once amber stopped rubbing her finger against your clit and moved away from the side of your neck. “wh…why’d you stop, ambs?” you whined, feeling yourself the corner of your lips tug downward to form a frown on your face. you couldn’t believe that amber actually stopped because of how good of a job she was actually doing to you.

amber didn’t respond to the question you asked her, she just got off of the bed to go to her closet. you just watched her with a semi-annoyed expression on your face, not sure what suddenly got into your girlfriend. yes, amber can be a tease sometimes when she took notice of your high and would abruptly stop but it could be… frustrating sometimes. you hoped she wasn’t neglecting your needs because why is a closet more important than whats going on in the moment? “well, amber?” you asked her again, impatience in your tone to see why she stopped since she didn’t respond the first time.

when hearing you call for her name, she turned to you to just be met with your upset, impatient face. you looked like a sad, puppy dog that just had its owner abandon it for a day. amber put a heart on her chest and gave you the most apologetic expression ever, her brows furrowing out of guilt. “i’m sorry, my baby.” she murmured, before continuing onto her next sentence, “just thinking about how i wanted to keep my word from earlier.”

with that being said, that’s when she pulled out her ghostface costume from her closet. oh, so that’s the word she meant… you remembered what she said now. she started to put it on her body, impatiently and quickly, at the excitement of bringing her fantasy to life. the idea of getting to fuck you like her favorite character off her favorite game was getting the absolute best of her. “turn your ass facing me.” amber commanded, asserting her dominance toward you as she started to approach you.

you started to immediately follow suit, turning your ass facing her body. there was a gentle thud of each footstep she took towards you, it urged of excitement, the closer she came to you. rough, smooth fingertips had ran small lines over the spine of your body, followed with light kisses right afterwards. your hips were grabbed towards amber, your ass hitting right against abdomen as you gasped lightly.

she started to let out a dry, semi-sinister laugh while looking down at you behind her ghostface mask. the sound turned you around to face her when she laughed, your delicate, apprehensive eyes peering into the mask's black eye sockets. you have no idea what she's doing, but you knew she had something planned. she quickly grabbed you by your head and pushed it into deep of the bed cover. suddenly, you felt a hard, quick jolt to the skin on your ass.

a muffled whimper flew out of your mouth instantly, reacting to the shock. “mm, baby, you make the prettiest, little whimpers for me…. i wonder how many more i could make.” your girlfriend hummed seductively, while bringing another hand onto your ass. as expected, you let out another whimper from her hard slap. the black haired girl began to hover herself above your back, then inched near your face.

“remember when you resisted my urge to let me hop off the game and fuck you?”

you felt yourself immediately get flustered, more than you already were out of embarrassment that… your girlfriend was actually trying to spank you. there was no words nor body movement from you, just silence. pissing off amber was always a mistake, but during sexual intimacy? even worse.

the lack of acknowledgment to her question really got amber annoyed, causing an eye roll to come from her. she took her leather gloved fists to grab a chunk of your hair to lift you up from the sheets.

“answer me, slut.”

you felt yourself hiss from how hard thay she pulled your hair. with that comment being thrown your direction, you immediately responded as fast as you could. “yes, yes, baby i do.” you nodded rapidly to her question, making sure she got your answer. the grip in her her hands on your hair loosened, you could feel your scalp calming down…. or so you thought.

your head was met back into the covers again with the force of amber’s hand pushing you into it. “well, since you made me play by your rules, you’re gonna play by mines. gotta make you remember who’s in charge here.” amber leaned into your ear, her whispers so soft yet so lustful. she caressed your shoulders to your back with her gloves, letting you get comfortable. then, she started back again with the spank… each spank bringing more sting and redness to your bottom. she had to teach you a lesson for teasing her instead of giving her easy access to you.

your eyes were brimming with tears from the pain you received, but nothing came out luckily. if your girlfriend saw this, you’d never hear the end of it. speaking of said woman, she kneaded your ass from the pain, gently messaging it. “good girl, you took all of those spankings so well for me.” she pulled her mask up to land a kiss right on your ass. just when you tried to get off of the bed, you were pinned right back down.

“nu-uh, (your name), i’m not done with you, yet.” she decided, mocking your tone of what you said to her earlier when you rode her. she grabbed you right back in the position you were originally in. your ass being right against her abdomen. the black robe was quickly pulled it up to reveal her hard, long 8 inch cock that’s been ready to enter you. your back was arched perfectly for her, one of the most beautiful sights she has ever seen of you. one of her hands grabbed your waist towards her entrance, the length making you moan loudly.

“you’re so big, baby.” you moaned, feeling it move inside of you then right back out. your words made your lover smirk, feeling extremely egotistical knowing she’s the only one that can draw moans out of you. amber began to pick up her pace, hitting your same spot over and over again as you let out moans. you felt your head start to fall back, along with your eyes rolling back. the pressure was too much but god was it just so damn good.

the way her dick just kept on hitting you made you feel like you were just so close to cumming. you closed your eyes, breath hitching so many times from how close you were to an orgasm. “ba—baby…” you called out for your girlfriend, breath barely a whisper.. hoping she could hear it, “i’m so… fucking clo—“

cut off by the hard thrust, you cursed underneath your breath, muttering a “fuck” because of how hard the thrust was. amber’s hips kept slapping against your ass, dick just kept getting faster and faster. it’s like she didn’t even care to show any mercy, and you know why. she loved seeing you like this.

being on the mattress in her own home on all fours, struggling to breathe and speak just from how passionate and intense the sex is, you were damn near gonna collapse soon at this rate. “amber, baby, please let me cum.” you whined for her, gripping the sheets of the mattress for support. amber took out a knife from underneath her bed, and placed it against your neck.

“don’t cum until i say so, got that?”

“mm…mhmm.” you replied back to her weakly, clearly out of it as you kept getting fucked against the sheets. you made sure to prevent any release from happening at any costs, you don’t wanna deal with any more knifeplay than what’s happening right now. the blade of the knife being pressed against your soft skin drew a little bit of blood, causing you to hiss. you had to bit your lips from the pain you just endured, trying to keep quiet. meanwhile, your girlfriend was not gonna stop until she felt satisfied with your performance in bed.

“i know, baby, i know it stings but you’re doing so wonderful for me. just keep going.” amber praised you, kissing all over your neck to your collarbone. she planted a soft bite to it, letting you know that you clearly belong to her. “what a pretty hickey.” she muttered, admiring what she left on your skin with a small smile. it was one of the best ones she ever gave you, she knew she wanted a picture of it to keep to herself. the pale skinned girl grabbed her phone camera from behind her pockets of the ghostface robe.

she extended the camera to where it’s in front of the two of you. when you saw the camera, you looked up with the most glossy yet lustful eyes ever as you saw the flash go off. “you’re gonna look so beautiful. you always do when you’re talking me.” she softly spoke, tucking her camera back into her pockets. she caressed your hair to have more access to your cheeks, kissing all over you.

getting a picture of you giving her backshots was the highlight of her sex. she wanted this to be the stopping point for the sex. amber soon realized that she had to cum soon, her pale, hard dick pulled from inside of your body. based off of amber’s body language of breathing heavily and shuddering, she had just came… and it was right over your ass too. “cum for me.” amber directed you, taking off any press of her blade against your skin.

you now began to cum all over her sheets too, finally finished with sex as of today. you let out a deep, heavy sigh from the release as your body began to go limp after amber was holding it up for support. “nice job, baby. amazing as always.” she kissed your forehead, and brought you closer to her embrace and held you tightly. you softly thanked her under your breath, clinging onto her arms as you laid beside her…. enjoying her company.

#amber freeman #amber freeman x reader #amber freeman x reader smut #scream x reader #scream x you #scream 5

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f4riedimples · 7 months

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slave-for-you

Sam carpenter x fem!reader

warnings:grinding, licking, humiliation, strap-ons, (no full background), degradation, slight public!sex

summary: once Sam had saw your Britney Spears Halloween costume she couldn’t help but make you her slave.

You hadn’t known how it had gotten here. One second you were dancing and feeling yourself the next you were being pulled towards a random room and bent over.

“had you really thought you could get away with that?” Sam had warned you what would happen if you wore your outfit. But you didn’t listen because you never do.

“Sam- wait! What if they hear?!” Sam just sighed and pulled down your shorts before filling you to the brim with her thickest strap on.

This one must have been new. You had never felt this full before but you were glad nonetheless.

she started thrusting in you like crazy. It made you go wild with moans. Usually Sam would shut you up but today she wanted to make sure everyone knew what SHE was doing to you.

she keeps thrusting fast ,never slowing down. “Oh slut. Why would you not listen? If I had been in a bad mood I’d just have you warm my strap as a punishment” you immediately gasps knowing how much that would suck. But before you can complain and protest about that possible outcome Sam shuts you up by thrusting harshly before going back to how she normally did it.

she kept thrusting in you so fucking good until she saw how you were trying to hold back.

she knew you would be too scared so she decided to take matters in her own hands as she pulled out immediately before grinding her strap against you, making you whine so fucking pathetically.

It felt so good you didn’t know if you wanted her to grind or actually fully fuck you. As she put her mouth next to your neck you thought she was gonna give you some teasing bites but instead she gives you small but sloppy licks as she continues grinding like crazy.

you’re so close. So fucking close! But as you feel it all building up she stops and starts to thrust her strap in and out of you in a way that seems like she really wants to stretch you out.

“your pussy’s mines. No one else’s. You’re mines to fuck. Mines to love. And mines to claim.” She whispers in your ear after giving you one more neck lick. “And don’t fucking forget it.” And oh you wouldn’t. With the way you were whimpering made it clear that Sam was doing her job.

she started to thrust into you normally again and so fucking roughly it made you go crazy as you finally started to cum.

to your surprise Sam didn’t stop you or ruin it. She let you. Knowing that you’ve now realized your place. You were gonna start listening to her from now on.

as she her thrust becomes sloppy and she cums herself she then decides to slow down before pulling out causing you in your sex drunk state to gasp in surprise at the suddenly loss.

she kissed you once more but riyvjtly before pulling away.

She spoke with huskily and deeply as her eyes were darker than usually. “Time to go. We’ll finish this at home.

you couldn’t say no or deny her.

#scream 5 #sam carpenter smut #scream smut #samantha carpenter #scream x reader #sam carpenter #sam carpenter x reader #sammy #scream vi

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nitewingbabi · 8 months

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

🟪 Gfce23 sent you a snap

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“This is gonna be fun.”

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