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seulszn · 2 months

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Listen I love TLOU and the fandom very much but a lot of people (not calling anybody out) need a reality check and need to grow up. I wanna say my two cents on things that bother me in this fandom.

1. Boycotting for Palestine

I have seen multiple times on multiple occasions where people would sit on their phone and complain about why writers are “flooding the tags with this boycotting bullshit” and honestly all I have to say is your super childish you can’t take a hour or a week out of your day to raise awareness on a important topic that is affecting millions of people? Your so horny so down bad for pixelated characters that you don’t care about the innocent children, women and men that are dying in Palestine? The boycotting isn’t gonna stop just because you want your needs filled, the boycotting isn’t going to stop because you think it needs to, it’s not gonna stop until Palestine is free. And if you wanna read things that bad then read nobody is stoping you but a take into ignition that if a writer is spreading awareness then don’t be ignorant and say stupid shit

2. Less Sex and more angst or other genres.

Listen I love Abby and Ellie just like everyone else and I read a lot of smut about them but does that all y’all see when y’all look at them? As sex objects? Like I’m not saying that you should stop writing smut for those characters but write other things to that don’t involve smut, like angst I see a lot of people under that tag say how they wish writers would as write other things that isn’t just smut and majority of the time when they say that they get hated for it. It lowkey gets boring reading fanfics where the whole plot is smut, smut, smut. And again I’m not saying to stop writing smut but please for the love of whatever you believe in write other genres.

3. Black inclusivity

As a black writer and a black person TLOU tag isn’t inclusive enough. I know you must be thinking “Why are we speaking about this again?” Because I’m honestly so tired of how uninclusive the fandom is like I said before Ellie dates WOC if you don’t know what WOC is it’s Women Of Color all of Ellie’s girlfriends where WOC now I’m not saying you can’t write for Ellie as a white person and I’m not saying that never did all I am saying is once again all of Ellie’s girlfriend where POC

Riley was a Black African American who Dated Ellie

Cat the girl who wasn’t mentioned alot but is in the game is Asian American who also dated Ellie

Dina is a Jewish (Mexican, Middle Eastern ) American who dated Ellie

Also yes we know when the reader is white coded so don’t try a put that you don’t mention when race mentioned cause you do and we can tell when you do “She’s Petite and cute with her long blonde hair” or whatever you bitches be saying we know when you guys aren’t inclusive the whole point of fanfiction writing is to be inclusive is to make sure that readers can see themself in your xreader so if your putting all these “white things and then labeling your story as “the readers race is not mentioned” or that OC stuff that y’all do then just label the story as a white reader or a OC reader

4. Futa, trans and masc

Now here I’m gonna discuss two or three things starting off with Futa and Trans. Now I don’t know when “Futa” or “Trans” Ellie and Abby came from but a lot of you readers need to understand and learn the difference between the two because they are both very different things.

Futanari: is the Japanese word for hermaphroditism, which is also used in a broader sense for androgyny. Beyond Japan, the term has come to be used to describe a commonly pornographic genre of eroge, manga, and anime, which includes characters that show primary sexual characteristics from both females and males. In today's language, it refers almost exclusively to characters who have an overall feminine body, but have both female and male primary genitalia (although a scrotum is not always present, while breasts, a penis, and a vulva are). The term is also often abbreviated as futa(s), which is also used as a generalized term for the works themselves.

Transgender (often shortened to trans) is someone whose gender identity differs from that typically associated with the sex they were assigned at birth. Some transgender people who desire medical assistance to transition from one sex to another identify as transsexual. Transgender is also an umbrella term; in addition to including people whose gender identity is the opposite of their assigned sex (trans men and trans women), it may also include people who are non-binary or genderqueer. Other definitions of transgender also include people who belong to a third gender, or else conceptualize transgender people as a third gender. The term may also include cross-dressers or drag kings and drag queens in some contexts. The term transgender does not have a universally accepted definition, including among researchers.

Mind you I am not transgender I am nonbinary but I see a lot of transgender people speak up about how offensive it is to write a character as Transgender but it’s not really transgender but a Futanari remember a Futa is a character who is assigned a gender at birth but just has extra sexual parts like a penis.

Now another thing that bothers me is how y’all Masculinize Masc Lesbians as if they still aren’t women themselves like every time I read a fanfic with Ellie or Abby or even Vi and Sevika from Arcane you guys like to ignore they fact that they are also women themselves like it’s not gonna kill you to give those characters feminine compliments there shouldn’t be a reason why your calling these women “handsome” or other Masculine compliments and also a lot of Masculine women where makeup it’s not just a feminine woman thing. Masc Lesbians are women they aren’t men so stop treating them as if they are men and ignoring the fact that they are women

5. the Innocent childish reader gotta stop.

They title says enough I don’t think I need to say too much but a lot of y’all get innocent and corruption mixed up but a corruption kink is When you find the idea of "corrupting" someone, mostly in a sexual way, like taking virginities or introducing people to stuff like bdsm etc. It's the idea of having someone "pure" do "bad" things under your influence. And innocent is not corrupted or tainted with evil or unpleasant emotion; sinless; pure. not guilty of a particular crime; blameless. (From the dictionary)

Y’all need to understand yes not everyone knows what sex is but everyone knows what a vagina is what a penis is, what a orgasm is and what sex is but they may not knows what happens when you have sex so making the reader what y’all call innocent isn’t innocent it’s honestly to me perverted cause the only one who would say something like “my cunny feels weird 🥺” or that “what is sex 🥺” is a child. Children don’t know what sex is children don’t know what pleasure or orgasms is and when y’all say “the reader is a Bimbo” is also funny cause Bimbos know what sex is as well yes they may be stupid but they aren’t slow so before you make a innocent reader please think “am I making my reader act like a child or am I gonna make her really innocent like how regular grown ass adults act?” so don't get not knowing and "innocent" mixed up

6. The stories where they have sex inside a church also gotta stop

Now I’m not a Christian but these stories are honestly really bad and are Blasphemy a lot of people have come out and said that they don’t like the fact that people are writing stories about church in a sexual way like their shouldn’t be any reason why your characters are fucking inside a church, that’s like stomping on someone’s dead grave. You guys do shit like this and then wonder why Christian’s don’t like us. Religion isn’t something to be sexualized it’s not something to be playing with either this idc how much you hate Christianity you can be a Atheist, or Catholic or Jewish but please for the love of whatever you believe in don’t sexualize people’s religion.

That’s all I can think of at the moment if I think of more I’ll of course make a part two to this but don’t take anything I said here to heart it’s just my blunt honest opinion on things in this fandom and if I get hate for this 🤷🏾‍♀️

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ang3lik · 1 year

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!Scream IV Spoilers!

Smut with Ethan Landry after he gets back from a kill🙈

𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐭

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: ethan landry x fem!reader 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: vaginal sex, slight nipple play, biting, oral ( m x f ), spanking, begging, slight degradation and mentions of murder and violence. 𝐰/𝐜: 1.1k 𝐚/𝐧: i wrote this in like two hours, so sorry if it sounds rushed. if there’s any warnings i’ve missed or any errors, let me know, hope you enjoy !

as ethan walked back to his dorm, he couldn’t help the stir inside of him. the stir of revenge being fulfilled. he had succeeded in killing anika. he knew that would torture mindy most, but it’d scare the group as one by one he’d kill them. he still felt a little on edge however, all the adrenaline pumping inside him after his second kill.

it put his mind at ease that he knew you were waiting for him in his dorm, thinking he was just returning home from econ. as he got to his dorm door he double checked his hands, checking his clothes and pulling out his phone to check his face to make sure he was clear of blood.

he made sure his phone was on so not disturb to so no one would interrupt you both with the need of anika’s murder. he unlocked the door, walking in and closing it behind him, looking around the living room as he called your name out. you called back from his bedroom, laying on his bed as he walked in, dropping his bag to the floor, the ghostface costume and knife still stained with blood inside, making it think from the weight of it.

he flopped straight on top of you, face immediately in your neck, kissing your soft skin as you squirmed and giggled beneath him. your right hand ran through his curls your other wrapping around his large shoulders, holding him closer to you.

“what’s gotten into you?” you laughed out, his curls tickling under your jaw as he nibbled at your skin a little, the sharp pinch of his teeth, making your body heat up.

“stupid, fucking econ.” he breathed out, his cold hands, pushing up your tank top from your hips as he gripped them. “oh, you forgot your notes.” he paused. looking over to his desk, where his notes lay over the table, forgetting to hide them away before he left, as if he’d taken them with him.

he gulped, feigning annoyance before turning to you again.

“yeah, i know.” he answered. you took note of his heavy breathing, the fast inhales of air, audibly breathing out of his nose as his eyes darkened. he seemed angry, and there was only one thing that could calm him down. you. you took initiative, leaning upwards, capturing his lips between yours as he moaned loudly in content.

the kiss grew hot fast as he rushed to get you both naked as fast as possible. your tank top was tugged up, your tits bouncing before his eyes as he looked at you, hungry. his lips attached to your nipple, sucking on it gently as you sighed out in pleasure.

his thumb twisted the other, flicking it between his fingers. your cunt grew wetter as a jolt of excitement ran down your spine, squealing lightly as ethan let his teeth graze your nipple, sucking it lightly to ease the pain. he looked up at you through his curls, pulling away from the peak, smirking, a thin trail of spit connecting from the bud to his lower lip, breaking as moved down your stomach.

he stood up at the end of his bed, pulling of his shirt, his eyes watching you as he unclasped his belt, undid his jeans and pushed them off. you watched his thick cock, throb in his boxers before he pushed them off too, wasting no time to pounce on top of you.

he pushed your thighs apart, kneeling between as he pulled of your shorts by the waistband. he watched as your hole clenched around nothing, waiting for his thick, wet tongue as he leaned down sucking your clit into his mouth. you sobbed out in delight as his tongue flicked your nub, the sounds of his tongue licking up and down your slit, shaking his head slightly, as he ate you out messily, reaching your ears.

your thighs clamped around his head, as you leaked out into his tongue. squirming upwards on the bed, his hands pushed your thighs over his shoulders, his arms wrapping around them as he pulled you down, closer onto his younger as he pushed his tongue deep inside you.

curling it inside you, he let his teeth graze your clit, that warm feeling of your orgasm creeping up on you setting inside your stomach. the noises of him slurping your juices into his mouth, sent you over the edge, cumming all over his tongue and clenching around the muscle as your back arched up off the bed.

you yelled as he pushed your thighs of his shoulders, twisting your body to lay you on your stomach as he pulled you hips up, level with his. overstimulated, from your orgasm only seconds ago, your body shook as he pushed the top of his cock, slapping it on your clit as he teased your hole, pushing in and stretching you out before leaving again.

you squeezed your eyes closed as he pushed in, ethan letting out a loud groan as he looked down, watching his cock disappear inside of you as he pulled back, repeating his movements. you made whiny, meek noises at his slow movements, pushing your hips back, urging him to drive deeper.

a harsh slap to your left ass cheek has you crying out in ecstasy as he finally started to thrust faster. the erotic sounds of his hips slamming into yours, loud. you moaned loudly, your body buzzing with thrill as you felt the need to cum again. begs and whines of ‘please’ and ‘ethan’ left your mouth in desperation, as his hand came down on the opposite cheek, spanking you again.

he dropped down, leaning over your shoulder, as he rutted into you, his tip prodding your g-spot as he grunted into your ears.

“beg for me baby, like the little slut you are, tell me what you want?” he uttered. tears lined your eyes, as you tried to hold your orgasm off. “i want to cum!” you called out as you squeezed around his length. he could feel his sack tighten, as it slapped against your sticky clit, feeling the need to cum himself.

“cum.” he demanded. “cum for me.” you screamed in pleasure, deep, intense, thrusts carrying you through your orgasm as his cock twitched inside of you. warm, white cum, spewed from his tip as he whimpered. his body dropped down, the small bed leaving his arm laying across your back, your body tired but feeling heavenly.

neither of you said a thing, laying in a peaceful silence, until your phone rang, both your heads shooting up as ethan picked it up from his bedside table, chad was calling.

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @astarborntowrite @liyahsocorro @anonoussy @gr4veyardg1rl

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fatalitysficbakery · 14 days

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𓆰♡︎𓆪 NEVER Trust The Love Interest. —

Samantha Carpenter x Black Fem!Y/n

genre: angst | fluff | SMUT.

warnings: listen to 'What a wonderful world' by Louis Armstrong while reading, ghostface!sam, sub!sam, soft dom!y/n, praise, oral (reader giving), slight!fingering, soft ‘reuinited’ smut, sub worship.

synopsis: legacies make franchises.

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An unsettling silence plagued the halls, so quiet you could hear a mouse squeak, but who could blame anyone in the complex for leaving after what had happened in only two weeks.

Nobody wanted to believe it was happening again until the bodies in the morgue began to pile up, and the first mask was found next to the third victim, it was almost a taunt. No...A greeting.

Ghostface was back in business.

The Carpenter sisters were on immediate alert, but it didn't take long for someone to throw a big party, the perfect opportunity for new victims, and for some unknown fucking reason no one seemed to be concerned with the outcome that Samantha and Tara could sense a mile away like clockwork.

Tara stayed home, luckily. But that's not who Sam was worrying about right now as her phone went to voicemail for the 20th time that night, Sam was quick to grab her keys. There were many ways this could go south but with her being radio silent? Sam couldn't care less about the consequences than the idiots that had willingly gone despite the risks. On her way out the door, she texts Chad, Tara, and Mindy to warn them of her whereabouts, gun holstered and knife in her boots.

Never too armed. There was a mace and taser in her purse for backup.

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎

The scene was a bloodbath, the moment you entered the place there were bodies and puddles of red as far as the eye could see and Samantha was quick to unholster the gun resting on her hip, there wasn't a lot she was afraid of anymore, hell blood had become so normal to her, she stepped over the bodies like they weren't there.

If anything everything in sight had become invisible to her eyes, her thoughts solely on the one person she was hellbent on saving, on protecting. Nearing the staircase, she hears distant voices, and murmurs.

'C'mon, Y/n. Not today.'

Rounding the corner, her heart nearly beat out of her chest when the voices only got louder just for to realize.

'I see trees of green, red roses too..'

She grunts a hiss of air out when her eyes land on an old stereo. With her jaw set, she pushes on, determination filling her gaze like it had only done when Tara was the one who needed her protection. Her head cocking slightly to the side when a new gaze meets hers; pointing the gun directly between the males eyes, she crouches next to the figure.

"Travis. Where's Y/n?" She asked quietly, the sight of her bestfriends boyfriend hidden in the same room she'd gone into putting her on high alert. There was blood on his collar. She scoffs when he doesn't answer. "Trav, c'mon. I need to find her. Keep her safe, that's what you want, no?"

Travis trembles from his spot on the floor, and Sam spots a puddle forming beneath him. The empathy in her eyes left just as fast as it had come, eyes moving down his neck to his hands; Bloodied.

Sam clicks her tongue, standing up from her spot next to him.

"Or at least, that's...that's what you should want, Travis. I mean look at you, lying in wait while your girlfriend gets possibly murdered. Jesus...That's cold-hearted."

Travis squirms from his spot on the floor, eyes frantic and body trembling like a fish out of water. Samantha just watches as he grows more inconsolable, attention on him only diverting when she turns to find a cloaked figure.

Stu's mask on their face.

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎

Samantha barely manages to dodge the knife aiming for her abdomen, stepping out of the way at the last minute, her movements fluid and clean as she does like it's a choreographed dance she'd obsessively learned the steps to.

Her strangely calm demeanor shifts slightly when she looks back at Travis, who only seems...confused.

"You really are a little bitch, Travis. That's what's sad. You date a close friend of a Carpenter sister...but you never thought twice, did you? Don’t you know the rules?"

Holstering her gun, she sighed and kneeled down next to the bed while the cloaked killer worked on dragging Travis to the middle of the room, both his kneecaps had been shot out, rendering the poor thing immobile and utterly useless.

Her fingers brushed against the mask, a shudder running down her spine at the feel of sheer power beneath her thumbs, a legacy she was tired of running from, one she'd been so desperate to get rid of. One that she was now even more hellbent and desperate on keeping alive.

'Do it, Sam. Put it on. You've earned this' Billy's voice plays in her head like an echoing cave, and with every fear the old Samantha held in her heart of hearts...She uses it to drive her; Billy's knife in her boot and his mask in her hand.

Her lips quiver the moment she bites the bullet and puts it on again, this time...to be used as her father intended it to.

'Atta girl, Sammy. Now. Do me proud, kid. Flood this fucking town RED!'

"Sam."

A voice cuts through the hallucinations, snapping Sam out of her stupor, she looks up at the cloaked figure standing over Travis, nodding to herself; a confirmation to herself that there was no going back after this. Standing up, she takes her spot next to the person in Stu's mask, cutting on the voice changer, she feels a spark traveling down her spine, breathing it all in.

Samantha Carpenter meets Samantha Loomis.

"There are rules, Travis. And you broke one of the biggest. Now the sad thing is...I can see it in your eyes. Shifty. Maybe I was wrong, maybe you do wanna save Y/n. Is that what you want? To save her?"

The tears that gathered in his eyes bring a smile to Samantha's face from underneath her mask, neck craning to the side, her eyes meeting her partners just as Travis finally whimpers out a pathetic pleading "Yes".

"You wanna tell him? You do the honors."

Stepping back, Samantha allows them to the front, their voice disguised as well when speaking, a crackling robotic tone sounding through. "It'd be my pleasure. I've really been waiting all night for this."

Dragging his body to a sitting position, they go to lock the door, the radio being turned up just a tad louder to drown out the incessant whimpering, squatted beside him now, they slowly begin removing the plastic Halloween mask.

Travis's eyes widen the moment he's aware of what's underneath.

The tears, oh how they freely fall down the apples of his cheeks.

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The radio, it repeats, and it repeats, keeping time with his rapid heartbeats. She straddles his lap, knife grazing his skin, forcing him to look in his eyes.

The tears, oh how they freely fall down the apples of his cheeks.

'I see trees of green, red roses too...I see them bloom for...'

"Y/n." He breathes out shakily.

'Me and you.'

With the voice changer resting underneath her lips, her knife, she nods, pulling a gun. Stu's berretta, from her pocket, whistling quietly.

"And I think to myself..." She leans in closer, a soft smirk curving onto her lips, "What a wonderful world. Hi baby. You know what this is right? Don't worry, I'm not gonna hurt you. We're just talking, right? Just talking. Don't cry."

Samantha's jaw sets watching the scene, her body itching for a kill. Specifically this one.

"What is this? Huh?" She repeats, waving the beretta at him like a nice greeting, or in this case, maybe a solemn goodbye.

"The...The gun you shot me with? I-I don't know, Y/n please...W-why?"

"I'm getting there. Patience. I mean, you're not wrong. I did shoot you with it, but you know...I also shot that bitch you were cheating with. Junie? Her favorite scary movie was weak. The nun. Ugh. No. This? is Stu Macher's gun."

"J-junie's dead?"

"As a bitch, Travis. As a fucking bitch. You know, Sammy's right. You did break a rule. Two actually."

"One, you cheated and told Mindy of all people. My sister, really? You never could handle your fucking liquor." Rising up, she points the gun at his thigh and pulls the trigger, relishing the way his screams align with the music. "You trusted the love interest. Sammy?"

'I see skies of blue and clouds of white...'

On cue, Samantha walks ahead of Y/n, kissing her cheek as she does so, Billy's knife tightly gripped in her hand.

'The bright blessed day...The dark sacred night...'

"I guess you're even, Trav. I mean, she was cheating on you too. Bestfriend? You could say we're close. The only problem is..." Samantha drops down into his lap, but there's nothing erotic about the plans she has for him, her knife to his neck; she removes the old mask, a shit-eating grin on her face, "Only one of you cheated with a goddamned Loomis."

'And I think to myself...'

Without a second word, his throat is slit, and she blacks out. His body riddled with stab wounds when it was all over she could hear Y/n's heeled boots against the floor, looking back to see Stu's berretta pointed at Travis's head though he'd taken his last breath seconds before; smoothly Samantha rolled out of the way, allowing Y/n to deliver a swift shot to the head.

'What a wonderful world...'

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎

After all was said and done, Y/n leaned her forehead against Samantha's taking a deep breath at the next steps, her eyes staring deeply into hers, "I'm ready."

"Baby, we...we don't gotta." Sam reasons, but she shakes her head, a bittersweet smile spread across her cheeks, she whispers to Sam, eyes glossed over with tears. "I won't die. I'll be fine. It's for you, I'll do it for you."

"Are you sure? Completely?"

"Completely."

There's a replica knife, one of Billy's that Y/n had crafted herself, one she'd stabbed Junie with before shooting her, one she'd stabbed Samantha's ex-boyfriend with, and you know the people that came to the party, it was easy to do so when not many dared to arrive due to the restart of the killings and being the only one with a gun helped too, of course.

She passes it into Samantha's gloved hand.

"Do it. And after you do it, I need you to go. Okay? Go, and don't call me. I will call you. Understood?"

"Understood." Samantha takes a deep breath. It had been all too effortless to kill Travis, to kill Gale but the thought of hurting you only slightly was one she hated.

"Now, Sam, NO- AH, FUCK!" As soon as Y/n cries out, she's pulled into Samantha's arms, careful to mind the abdomen wound she'd just given her girlfriend, shushing the poor thing.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry...Shh. Shh, I got you."

As much as Y/n wants to hold on tighter, she just whispers one word in Samantha's ear, sliding off her cloak and handing it to Samantha to get rid of. "Go."

Samantha nodded, pecking Y/n's lips before grabbing the cloak and ducking out of the backdoor they stood by, leaving Y/n to call the police, though she didn't know just how far Y/n would go to protect her until she heard a pained yell inside and a gunshot and as if she could sense Sam's concern, another "GO" is yelled out from inside.

Sam goes.

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎

"She's gone, Sam. She's gone. There's no true love for a Loomis, remember your true love. Pick up the knife, Sammy." His voice grows increasingly aggressive, brows knitted together waving the infamous dagger in front of my face, like bone to dog and it almost physically hurts to not reach my hands out, wrap my fingers around the handle -- Let the electricity liven me.

Her being mentioned is the only thing that breaks my attention away, and I can see his face fall into something blank when he realizes I wasn't budging on my stance, it isn't until I wake up with a jolt, looking at the clock and very predictably my phone, itching to see if she'd called or messaged.

She hadn't.

It wasn't until that afternoon that I heard from her, waiting with bated breaths to see if she was still breathing, if we'd gone too far and she was a part of the carnage, the gunshot still rang fresh as day in my head, her voice the only thing to cut through the thoughts, through my father's taunting. I could hear him now, there was no love to be truly had regarding what we were, but I refused to let him be right. Not when it came to her.

"Spare key. Earth to my beautiful girlfriend?"

I think my jaw goes slack, my lips slightly parting themselves and I'm almost in denial. I'd almost let my father ruin love for me, and though I hadn't budged, that moment of dread I felt when I considered the possibility of her having died ran so deeply that it was almost like seeing a ghost when she's finally within a foot or two in front of me, that familiar cheeky smile stretching from ear to ear.

God, she's as beautiful as I remember and though it's only been a mere half a day apart I find myself scanning her from head to toe, analyzing and trying to scope out if any of the little details that she was made up of had changed; To my relief, the only things out of place are the stab wound near her side, and the cast on her wrist which must've been the beretta's doing.

Other than that...It was her, it was my lady that stood in front of me.

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"Oh thank fuck. You're alive." Samantha's hands find my waist so naturally it feels like it's instinct for her, to pull me into an embrace without the slightest thought to it. I can feel her body shudder, eyes pricking with tears; She squeezes me so tight I have to tap her a few times to let her know her hold is a bit too strong, and even then she seems reluctant, as if I've just dealt her a...disrespectful request.

"Not for long if you keep squeezing me like this, sweetheart. I shot myself in the arm, hit nothin' vital. Again there's nothing I wouldn't do to see you get out of this without being caught. Best damn Ghostface there ever was. Y'know that right?" I can't stop staring, though I'd never been able to, not since we'd been friends. Sleepovers almost always ended with us talking about everything and nothing while staring into one another's eyes until the moon made way for the sun.

She nods, but I can tell she's wary and I take no time to bring her into my arms, brushing her hair from her face, a small whisper of a "Hey" spoken through the silence to hush her worries. "I'm alive, okay? Wouldn't leave my favorite girl alone."

"You could've been seriously hurt." Sam nuzzles herself against me, arms gripping around my waist protectively as if she thought I might disappear into thin air.

"But I didn't and if I did? It would've been damn worth it, I don't regret a damn thing." I'm sure of this, I know it to be true. I bring my hand up to her cheek, keeping it there until I'm sure she trusts that it's real, that she's real. I hear her chuckle but there's zero humor behind the sound, it breaks my heart to see her so scared when she whimpers, letting go and allowing herself to be picked up and carried upstairs to her bedroom relenting like she'd never hesitated.

We climb the stairs in a comfortable yet tense silence, making our way to Sam's bedroom. I push the door open with my foot and gently kick it closed all the same.

"Do you trust me?" I ask, sitting her on the bed and coming to take place between her legs, hands cupping her face. I tilt her chin up to look directly into her chocolate-brown gaze.

It's a brief moment before I hear her voice again, I forget myself within one smooth motion, my right hand moving to her lips and a kiss pressed upon the back and if that isn't enough, her words press their own soft kisses to my ears. "I think you might be the only one aside from my sister that I trust right now, Y/n."

Lying her back on the bed, I feel myself aching in ways no one has ever made me ache and I hadn't even touched her yet. She was just that good. I chased the high every time. "Then let me take care of you."

Standing over her, I reached for the hem of her shorts, only hesitating on my movements just to gauge her reactions and make sure this was okay. She had this look that could get her anything she ever wanted and when she flashed it at me I knew to do exactly that.

Those pretty little eyes of hers, she gave me that stare and I was turned a slave for her love, she had me in only one night and she still had me now.

She was always so reluctant to be vulnerable, to allow herself something so human. No one could blame her, she'd gone through a lot to get here. I see it in her though. That fighter. — She still deserved to let those defenses down every now and then and I was more than honored that I'd become trusted with such realities in which Sam just got to be Sam.

"I gotta hear you before I go any further, baby. Speak up for me?"

The poor thing's words must've been caught in her throat for a second or two but I allowed her the chance to gather herself before my lips were on her inner thigh, I swear I did but I know that if I were a lesser woman my self-control would've been stripped the before she uttered a damn word. "Just...touch me."

Now that I didn't need to be told twice.

I think one of the most fascinating things about Samantha is her power to seduce and addict, and she had me absolutely sprung. My lips ghost over her thighs before actually meeting the skin. Call me slow but I loved seeing her reactions and keeping myself between her legs at all times, letting her know how appreciated she truly was.

She looks down at me, her abs taut as I bring up the tank top she's wearing, exposing her muscled physique to my hungry eyes. That dark hooded stare is intense on me, and it's a damn shame she has to work tomorrow. I'd be here all night if I could.

My lips had wandered everywhere, neglecting Samantha and themselves while straying away from its intended target until finally, we'd both had enough. She lets out a frustrated whine and I'm too far gone to keep denying myself so I settle our collective woes when I wrap my lips around her bud, her body flinching only to end up running further into my tongue. One hand gripping her thigh in a firm hold.

I bury myself within the temple that is Samantha Carpenter's body, her slick coating my lips, my cheeks, my nose. Drowning in the scent and taste of her all I feel is a simple man's greed. Right now I am that simple man, and I have only one thing on my mind.

Making her sing. I always told her she had a beautiful voice.

Her moans egg me on, legs hoisted up on my shoulders. Her gaze is still locked in on me heavy, and when I pull away for air I can see a small hint of disappointment. "You seem disappointed. Have I disappointed you, my love? Don't be afraid. Speak your mind."

"You're an assho-" I shush her with my lips, giving her a taste of the liquid heaven that rests between her thighs, a moan slips out of those beautiful lips and the sound gets me high. I pull back, my mind back in that simple man's place as I lower myself back between her thighs. My tongue finds her slit and runs the length, revelling in the way she shudders each time.

Once upon a time, I told her my favorite thing was making out with her. I didn't clarify that I meant that in every sense of the word my mouth engaged in a heated makeout session with Sam's cunt. I'm not ashamed to admit it but after the night I had that ended with my arm in a sling, this felt like a reward. I'd gotten to the finish line. My prize was in front of me, and I was happy to take it. More than.

It wasn't long before I recognized those telltale signs that meant she was close to climax. The way her eyebrows knitted and she bit down on her lip harshly trying not to show just how good she was feeling, as she attempted to keep some semblance of that signature Samantha stubbornness; She failed miserably again and again. It was amusing to watch, and I was more than willing to...but granting her the serenity of hiding in the end was something that was completely off the table.

I let two of my fingers graze the edge of her hole, eyeing her reaction when I plunge the two deeply into her pretty pussy. If I wasn't so occupied I think I could've smirked a little.

The reaction this garner is as precious as it is delicious. Her legs squeezed themselves around my neck, her hands gripping the sheets and her back arched, eyes squeezed shut as her orgasm wracked through her body.

Her taste is something I couldn't quit if I tried, and I had no intention to. No, in fact, I locked my lips around her, fingers pumping in and out with her cum coating my tongue. Every little drip came from paradise and god was it heavenly.

And listen to that melody in which she sings my name.

"Y/n...B-baby, I can't-"

Fucking beautiful.

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎

"Do you think we could ever live a normal life?" She asks while her girlfriend lathers her hair up with shampoo, sitting behind her in the clawfoot bathtub. She can still see flashes of the carnage they left behind and she wonders just how much of her father she'd absorbed from the real-life cases to the movies her friends liked to binge repeatedly, and now she was continuing his legacy. A killer.

Y/n can practically see the overthinking inner battle Sam is having, and she immediately stops her movements. She pulls her in, one arm wrapped securely around her waist and the other tilting her head up to face her. She presses a brief but sweet, gentle kiss to her lips. Her forehead is against Sam's when they pull away.

"I'm gonna be honest, my love. I don't know. But what I do know is that I'm damn well gonna fight for one for us. Do you hear me? I want you to fight too. I...need you to fight too."

Her voice cracks on her last words until she feels two hands grabbing hers. Sam's eyes move over her and it's like she's falling in love with her girlfriend all over again. "Hey. I never said I was giving up."

Y/n stops in her tracks, taking a deep breath and nodding in agreement. "You didn't..."

Sam shakes her head, a smile slowly crawling onto her lips. She leans in to kiss Y/n again, head back against hers. "I didn't."

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎

A/N: Listened to Fiona Apple and Cowboy Carter high while I wrote this. 10/10 would recommend.

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princesssmars · 11 months

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thinkin about teaming up with caitlyn to give vi the most intense orgasms of her life. (fem/afab reader, firm believer vi loves topping/switching but i wanna give her some loving)

lets assume she didnt get much sexual experience in prison, just reduced to a few conversations about the basics with an older prison mate and furiously rubbing at herself to get the edge off. so when she gets into a relationship with you two she is the epitome of the word eager.

best exame would be when caitlyn bought vi her own strap (after showing her some of the ones shed used in the past and wanted to replace now that she was committed to the two of you.)

it's safe to say vi was obsessed with it. it was girthy, hot pink, and could pack a punch just like the woman it was attached to. it made her incredibly cocky (i had to), and you could see it in her face and that stupid smirk of hers after fucking you and cait dumb :|

she also wears it all the time, seriously its rare to see her out and about during the day and shes not packing. but yeah. during most of her sexual endeavors, vi is giving pleasure. she assures you that it gives her pleasure as well, clear by the lomg moans she'll let out while fucking you and the abundance of cum it leaves on the harness. but it still makes you and caitlyn curious.

it's a day where vi comes home looking exhausted, letting out a long groan as soon as she enters the threshold of your apartment. you come to greet her with a smile and a hug, your body warm at her tight embrace. you pull away to do The Thing, consisting of batting your eyelashes, running a hand down her neck and asking her with the sweetest voice you can muster to follow you to you three's shared bedroom. The Thing is the golden ticket to get vi to fuck you in any position you want. youd think shed become immune to it after using it nearly every day but nope.

while following you to your bed shes already tugging her pants down and tugging off her jacket, damning herself for not wearing her strap that day. she doesn't get long to dwell on it before slender hands are gripping her shoulders and pushing her to sit on the bed, a flurry of hands rushing to get the rest of her clothes off and mouths sucking marks onto her neck and shoulders.

she's stuttering for the first time since she was a kid, trying to ask what was going on when cait whispers in her ear that you both wanted to give her a special treat for being so good to you, both in and out of bed. its what she deserved, really.

and before she knows it she's moaning like a brothel girl with her legs spread and hovering her body over yours, your arms bringing her down into an arch so she can more easily take caitlyn's strap. her head is hot and her throat is sore from her sounds, almost embarrassed by them and the sounds coming from her cunt.

her groans are cut off by your mouth connecting with hers, the feeling of your tounge in her mouth making her feel dizzy. she's desperate at this point, moving her hips back and forth on the toy as caitlyn squishes the fat of her ass.

its in the middle of cait calling her a good puppy and you biting her on the neck when she's coming and creaming on the strap.

and then she's lying on her back, catching her breath and drifting off to sleep when she's made lucid again by you pinching her nipple with a giggle and a "you didnt think we were done, right?"

#arcane #arcane x reader #arcane x black reader #vi arcane #vi x reader #vi smut #caitlyn x reader #caitlyn smut #caitlyn kiramman #caitvi x reader

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florence-nomachine · 9 days

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RIVERDANCE

The one where you hook up with Chad at a college party. (Chad Meeks-Martin x Reader)

A/N: A long awaited Chad fic inspired by a recent album! Songs for ambience: One Dance - Drake, These Walls - Kendrick Lamar + RIVERDANCE - Beyoncé.

Word count: 2K

Tags: SMUT / College! Reader / Alcohol use / Cowgirl (Position) / Moments of fluff / Reader is in control and we love it!

The fading sound of a Drake song signalled yet another three minutes were down, creeping closer to the end of the party. Some were tired, some were horny, and some, especially in your case, were turnt. The turquoise and orange lights of the house party were euphoric; making you feel as if you were in a club, rather than a gritty frat house, and your grip on the signature red paper cups hadn’t wavered.

“Fuck, Y/N you haven’t stopped!” Mindy commented, a smirk on her face as she looked you up and down. Any other day you would’ve taken it as a flirtation but given the fact that she was sitting next to her girlfriend - much more the fact you were dressed like Daisy Duke - seemed unlikely. “Save some for the rest of us!”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes as you began to sway to a distantly familiar song.

“And waste it on two lesbians on a couch? I don’t think so!”

“Touché,” Anika remarked, and your eyes brightened, immediately outstretching your arms towards her.

“Come on, you’ve been sitting all night. Dance with me!” you begged, and she gave a sweet, but strained frown.

“We prefer to be bystanders,” she said, before glancing over at Mindy and lowering her voice. “I said I’d dance with you, but Mindy’s been keeping me hostage!”

“Mindy!”

“What? I’m doing my brother a favour. I don’t want him to get all jealous,” the short haired girl said, shrugging as she sipped her beer.

“Jealous?” you said, feigning ignorance as you got closer.

“Babe, he’s got a massive crush on you,” Anika said exasperatedly. “And don’t act like you don’t know, we saw the two of you earlier…”

Earlier. What had happened earlier? Soft grinding and an exchange of drinks, of course. Chad Meeks-Martin was Mindy’s twin brother, a star athlete and basically one of the hottest guys in Blackmore.

You’d met him at a mixer at the start of the year, but it had been a cat and mouse game ever since that point. It was almost unfathomable how instantly the attraction had occurred - you’d simply locked eyes from across the room, and the rest had been history.

Momentarily, you were transported back to the beginning of the night, how you’d felt the boys dark brown eyes roam up and down your body, transfixed to the way you grooved to the beat. Your back had been tightly pressed against his chiselled torso as you grinned your ass against his pelvis, looking back at him from the corner of your eye. He hadn’t flinched; merely securing his hands on your waist and rolling his hips back, all through a delighted chuckle. He was going to be yours by the end of the night.

“It means nothing until he says something.” you shrugged.

“You know how Chad is, he’s just waiting for the right time…” Anika said, gazing off into the distance and perking up as she spotted a figure coming towards where you were sat. Speaking of —“

It was Chad; all six foot and shirtless of him, dressed in nothing more than a pair of jeans, large belt and a cowboy hat, fitted with a bandana around his neck. He smirked, walking through the room with ease, and placing a hand gently on your shoulder, looking onto the two girls on the couch.

“Excuse me — ‘Nika, Mindy…Mind if I borrow Y/N here?”

“She’s all yours Romeo,” Mindy smirked, dropping her feet from on top of the coffee table. “Behave, and lock the door. We don’t want to have to spend tomorrow explaining the birds and the bees to Ethan…”

The pair of you chuckled before you granted them a small goodbye. Chad pulled you off into a quieter corner of the room, eyes slightly glossy as he stared at you.

“So, uh, how’re you getting home?” he said softly, clearing his throat.

“I live ten minutes away,” You snickered, adjusting your posture so that you crossed your arms in-front of your chest, lending Chad a decent view of your chest. “I’m sure my legs are fine.”

“So you won’t mind if I walk you? I give great piggyback rides, y’know…” he replied, a small smile growing at the ends of his lips.

“ ‘You sure you’re done here?”

“I don’t see anything else I wanna do…”

There was a brief silence.

“Really?” You hummed. “I just figured it was kinda early…”

Chad laughed, and ran his fingers across his chin, biting his lip as he drank you in. He’d been wanting you since the first college mixer, odd considering the fact that he could practically have any girl he wanted. Why had he waited until now to make a move?

Even amidst his alcohol induced haze and excessive head bashing his only conclusion was that he was somewhat of a coward, plagued by the idea that his next relationship could kill him. Whilst Woodsboro was on his mind, he was thankful he’d waited this long. You’d basically dry humped within the first ten minutes of the party.

“So you’re a party girl, huh?”

“Always have been.”

“Why don’t we take this little party of ours upstairs? It’s pretty dry down here anyway.” Chad said with a smirk. You certainly weren’t going to disagree, and so you pushed yourself up off the wall and took the lead up the oh-so infamous stairs. Everybody knew what ‘going upstairs’ meant, and you weren’t oblivious to the way that some girls – and a few guys – gave you the stink eye as you disappeared into the soft light, and away from the hustle of downstairs.

You pushed gently on one of the many doors, opening to an empty bedroom, fitted with red bed sheets and ripped band posters on the wall. It certainly wasn’t much, but you weren’t exactly there for the scenery. Locking the door shut, you glanced at Chad through your lashes before slowly making your way over to the bed where he stood, silent, but telling. The tension was palpable; the rhythmic thuds from the music downstairs seemingly beating in time to your hearts.

Chad began to take off his hat, but you stopped him.

“Nuh-uh, cowboy,” you hummed. “Keep it on...”

It was then that you kissed. Chad’s lips were soft, tasting faintly of cocoa butter as they danced along your own glossy ones; his tongue immediately finding yours as he explored your mouth. Your bottom lip grazed the boy’s scar – something you’d always been aware of, but clueless about – and you shuddered at its rugged edges against your own skin, briefly wondering how the rough texture would feel against the wet lips of your pussy.

Letting out a soft moan, you pushed against his body, sending him toppling backwards onto the bed, with you on top. Chad’s chest was heaving as you pulled away, and his brown eyes were wide and full of lust as he watched you kiss down his stomach, paying close attention to his carved six pack as your nails lightly grazed his skin. You stopped at the silver buckle of his jeans and squeezed his bulge, smirking as you locked eyes with him.

“Your nails look so fucking good on my dick, baby,” he moaned, his voice slightly husky. “Take it out...”

“Now?” you giggled, shaking your head. “We don’t have time for that. I wanna get out of here before the night is done.”

“So what? I’m just a fling to you?” he said amusedly.

“Maybe, maybe not,” you hummed. “Depends on if you can handle me...” Skilfully, you unzipped his jeans and slipped his cock through the buttoned hole of his boxers, exposing his hard cock to the cool air.

Chad’s length was impressive; bordering on six inches with a decent girth, wrapped up with a short, but prominent vein along its side. You tugged at him eagerly, nodding at him before looking at the bedside table and nodding at the drawer.

“Condom.” you said, and he pouted playfully.

“Baby...You know it doesn’t feel the same...” he whined, pushing the drawer open with one hand, keeping his focus entirely on you.

“It also won’t feel the same when I have to move in with you and Ethan so we can raise a kid.”

Chad grumbled and rolled his eyes, more than happy to oblige. He wanted a mini-Chad of his own but didn’t feel like getting a lecture from Mindy on making her an aunt anytime soon. Besides, he was with you – he was more than willing to wait.

Taking the condom off him, you hurriedly rolled it on before sliding your shorts and panties to the side, his thick head slipping into your wet folds with ease. You both let out a moan, and you savoured the moment, letting him stretch you out before you began to roll your hips, stabilising yourself by placing your hand on his chest. His large hands caressed your waist, holding you up as he ran his fingers along your sides, moving up to grope your tits through your cropped shirt, which was becoming dishevelled with every passing moment.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned, his teeth gnawing into his bottom lip. “You’re so good at this...Shit, you’re just swallowing me up...”

You smirked, shutting his rambles up by pressing a sloppy kiss to his lips before devilishly kissing down his chest and flicking at his nipple with your tongue, making him draw in a sharp breath and thrusting his hips up into you as punishment. The pressure was sensational, but you stood strong, determined to make it a night to remember. You were willing to take his soul, even.

Despite the dull ache of your knees, Chad’s groans were motivation for you to bounce your hips harder, the exposed areas of your skin colliding with his jeans as it produced an ungodly sound.

“That’s it, baby,” he cooed, lips wet and parted. “Bounce on this dick. Fuck, I wanna see that action back there...”

“Then feel it.” you said confidently, taking one of Chad’s hands and sliding it under your jeans, giving him a handful of your ass, which he groped and prodded at, sinking you further onto his cock, your juices beginning to drip down to groomed base and embedding itself in his hairs. The boy was so dumbfounded he barely noticed you sliding his hat off his head, placing it onto your own and throwing your head back in pleasure.

It felt as if the two of you were indulging in a perfect dance; where his thrusts responded to the swaying of your hips, where his hands roamed your body and made you hotter as your own kisses brought him back to reality. Alcohol be damned, the room swayed, and sounds became nothing but intoxicated gurgles, lost in the salvo of your passion.

“God, you’re perfect,” he lamented, his movements becoming more ragged. “My ‘lil cowgirl...”

“I’m all yours baby,” you smirked. “I always have been.”

Chad grinned, flashing his perfect whites before pulling you down on top of him so that your heaving chests were pressed against each other's, allowing you a moment of calm before you came; which, judging by the way you trembled and clenched around him, was imminent.

He came first; unable to hold his tongue as his healthy loads filled the condom whilst still managing to buck up into you, sending you into your own state of euphoria. You creamed around his cock, painting the latex in your clear juices and moulding yourself onto him forever, rendering yourself breathless as you buried your face into the crook on his neck, riding down from your high.

For a moment, time stood still, and it was just you and Chad alone, listening to each other's beating hearts as he held onto you by his arms wrapping around your waist protectively, and tracing small circles onto your back. You’d come back to earth, and you could both hear the dull thumping of music around you...and a knock on the door.

“Shit,” you said frantically, his voice hushed. “Ten bedrooms in this stupid house and they choose this one?”

Chad chuckled.

“I guess people have the same idea as us...” he said, fixing himself. “Let’s do this again, yeah? This time I’ll actually take you out on a date first!”

#florence writes!!#chad meeks martin smut #chad meeks martin imagine #chad meeks martin x reader #scream x reader #scream imagine #scream vi x reader #mason gooding #mason gooding x reader #chad meeks imagine #chad meeks x reader #chad meeks martin #ethan landry #x black reader #x black! reader

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wishuroses · 1 year

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#BLACKGIRLS FOR JACK CHAMPION

I KNO DAS RIGHT.. U HEARD IT HERE FOLKS! 🚨

#🪷┆rina loves u 𓆦⁺‧˚#BLACK GIRLS FOR JACK CHAMPION!#jack champion #ethan landry #spider soccoro #spider #avatar #avatar the way of water #atwow #scream vi #scream #scream 6 #scream franchise #atwow spider #ethan landry x reader #ethan x reader #spider x reader #spider soccoro x reader #jack champion x reader

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megantheestallion-ismypresident · 11 months

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She

Summary: Ethan and Y/n are roomates, but Ethan had always had a thing for y/n and he secretly stalks you and watches you through your bedroom window he's been secretly obsessed with you for months, watching your every move, finding out your class schedule and finding out and be possessive of exes you had in the past, Until y/n secretly gets a phone call from a raspy voice who wants to play a game with her.

Ethan has been obsessed with you ever since you have been in the group, he loves your cute sexy outfits that barely cover anything , and boy does he love to stare. He stalks your every move he knows that you love shopping everyday with your other friends, he knows that your failing every single one of your classes, as much as he likes to say this Ethan knows that your not that smart but he still loves everything about you.

He was very jealous when you had a boyfriend in the group, Ethan would stalk you and your little boyfriend, he was a football player and he started dating y/n like 4 months ago. Everywhere y/n goes Ethan goes. Ethan knows that you went to your boyfriends football games, shopping together, making out outside of school, and the one time y/n brought her boyfriend home. Y/n knew Ethan wasn't home since he was with his study group but that doesn't mean Ethan wasn't watching, Ethan secretly watches y/n and her little pet having sex in her bedroom window, Ethan gets turned on by your moans but he was furious that she was fucking a guy that wasn't him, Ethan had to take him out. Sooner or later when y/n's boyfriend left her and kissed her goodnight. He left and was walking his way home he heard weird noise so he looked back but nothing was there, so he kept walking but he heard footsteps he turned around and saw Ghostface standing right in front of him stabbing him in the chest until he fell to the ground, Ethan maniacally laughs and starts stabbing him over and over until he was dead, he dragged his body in the corner in the darkness.

Y/n's boyfriends death was all over the news, y/n stopped going out with her friends to the mall, and has been stuck in her dorm room, y/n was around Ethan alot, Ethan wasn't complaining he was glad that asshole was dead and y/n was around him more.

He loves your breast, plump lips, your pink outfits you wear every single day, he loves your butterfly belly button piercing,he loves the way you sit on his lap when your scared it really turns him on and gives him a hard on, But the shocking news is that Ethan and Y/n are roommates.

I know he doesn't like to mention it because the group never knew that Ethan was roommates with Y/n, And don't get the group wrong they love Y/n but they tend to leave her out of things because for not being the smartest in the group, If Ethan didn't have pretend to be Ghostface he would kill every single one of the group take Y/n for his own.

"Hey, Y/n I'm going to go with My study group for econ, I'll be back later." Ethan told y/n as he starts to head out the door.

"You pinky promise ?" Y/n said coming up to Ethan holding out her pinky from him to do the same before he leaves.

"Oh, right, yeah I pinky promise." Ethan said as he stutters around and pinky promises y/n before he leaves.

Y/n giggles and hugs Ethan tightly,Ethan can feels her breast which almost made him grunt but luckily Y/n didn't hear him.

" OK, bye Y/n." Ethan said as he went to the Door and left.

"Well it looks I'm here by myself, I'm gonna go shower." Y/n said talking to herself as she go take a shower for the night.

As Y/n went to the bathroom and turn the water on she takes off all over clothes and get in the shower.

Y/n get her strawberry scented shampoo and put it in her hair she starts washing it off, Y/n starts getting a rag and adding soap and scrubbing her body, as much as Ethan loves the way y/n dresses he is in love with her scent, he loves her strawberry scented hair and her body smelling of vanilla.

Not to mention Ethan loved stalking y/n through the window he sees her walking naked around the house, he would jerk of the thought of your naked body, seeing you in your little shorts that were too short that he could see your pink lacy underwear, you tank tops which shows your perky breasts, he loves when you wear lip gloss he imagines y/n kissing every part of his body.

As y/n steps out the shower she gets her towel starts drying every part of her body, as y/n starts drying herself off she starts putting on deodorant and moisturizing her body.

Y/n looks through her draws getting her red lacy pare underwear and putting on some hello kitty designed shorts and hello kitty tank top.

As y/n made it to the living room she sat down on the couch grabbing the remote turning it on to watch reality TV shows, as y/n giggles watching the drama goes down, all of a sudden your phone vibrates and you look down to see the caller ID says 'Unknown' but you picked it up thinking it was one of your boy toys.

"Hello? " you said seductively. "Hello." Said a man in a deep but raspy voice. "Who is this ?" Y/n questioned.

" My little sweet bimbo doll, those shorts really compliment your ass for every man to see huh? " The man says panting slightly. You roll your eyes in annoyance. "If you wanted a picture of my ass just say that."

" No, you sweet dumb thing I wanna see more than just your ass, sweetheart."

"Really? What do you want to see mystery man?" Y/n said turned on buy kinda intrigued.

"How about we play a game? You like games don't you?" He questions.

"Yeah." Y/n responded nodding her head, biting her lips.

"Strip naked, just because you can't see me doesn't mean I'm not there." He says you can tell he's smirking like this is a joke to him.

You put your phone on the couch putting it on speaker phone. You slowly took off your crop top leaving you bare. The man hummed in satisfaction. You nervously took off you shorts leaving you in your underwear this time it was red. " Is that a new pair, God the things you make me wanna do to you." He laughed.

Y/n started think about how the man on the phone sounded oddly familiar. You were practically wet, dripping down your thighs, your nipples were hard. " Mhm." You heard the man said as you saw a figure from the corner of your eye.

"God, your body is just perfect." You saw a man in a Ghostface costume, He walked up to you and slightly pushed you onto the couch, you on the bottom. He pressed his knee between your thighs holding your waist. "You look so cute like this." Ghostface said but something clicked from the familiar voice.

"Ethan?" You whispered in shock as he takes off his Ghostface mask smiling.

Ethan leans down and kisses y/n as Y/n moans through the kiss.

"You make the most prettiest noises, maybe if I fucked you really good you'll keep this a secret."

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