I'm In Love.

okay the whole time i was watching the curve i was like hm. if euphoria was made in the nineties matthew actually could've played nate amazingly 😭 and then i sat and reflected on my taste and opinions 😭😭😭

wait

...

....wait..

wait a minute.....

amy I think ur on to something

I honestly hate nate cause he is a dick and I dont think he's attractive but...

if matthew played him I would be all over that dick im not even gonna lie I wouldn't care if he's a bitch 😭😭

oh yeah btw everyone who can give birth should have a right to terminate the pregnancy at any time for any reason.

dont you dare value the lives of a stupid infant over a whole full grown human.

ps. if you send hate to this, ill do another donation to a pro choice fund! :)

“I'm just saying it's a hot idea,” You shrink further into the corner of the sofa, oblivious to the ecstatic look Stu gives Billy over your shoulder. “Adrenaline and fear can make you horny you know, not that I want to be chased by Michael Myers or anything, just the whole chase thing-, it’s just a hot thought.”

It is. It is a hot thought. Can I request Billy or Stu, or both, chasing reader down?

A drabble of Predator/Prey kink with Stu.

18+ F!Reader. Dubcon/noncon, poorly thought out dubiously consented cnc, rough sex, abusive relationships. Not proof read.

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“What?”

“It'll be fun. I've even got a mask,” Stu holds up the wolf mask with a wide grin. It’s obviously a cheap dollar store Halloween thing, more comical than scary but you don’t comment on it. “Appropriate right?” His hand drops, sighing when you don’t respond. “C’mon bunny you said you were into it.”

“I am. I just didn't-," 

“Is it the wolf thing? I have a hockey mask, I could- I could be Jason instead?” He trails his hand over the knife block on the kitchen counter, a sudden tension in his shoulders.

“Pretty sure Jason used a machete. And here I thought you were a fan.” The thought of Stu chasing you down in the dark with a knife is terrifying compared to him in a cheap wolf mask but you try to keep control of your sudden nerves in case he notices.

“I am. It was a knife in the first film.” He’s momentarily distracted from his knife perusal as he looks back up at you, looking slightly offended at your little dig.

“Yeah and that wasn’t Jason,” You stick your tongue out at him. “You don’t really have the figure for Pamela.”

“Fine, good point.” He raises his hands up in surrender. He looks oddly relieved but the grin doesn’t falter as he picks the wolf mask back up. “Wolf it is.”

It falls silent, Stu watching and obviously waiting for you to say something. He clicks his tongue when you don’t. “You don’t need to be embarrassed. It's just us babe, for miles around. No one will know.”

That's not reassuring but despite the evening’s potential activity being abruptly sprung on you as soon as you walked in his front door, you can’t deny the small frisson of interest and he's practically vibrating with how excited he is, it’s infectious.

“Don't wolves hunt in packs?”

Stu’s smile drops slightly. “He's busy.”

“Does he know at least? He'll be annoyed we’re having fun without him.”

“So? He’s hot when he’s annoyed. Hot and bossy.” Stu’s grin returns as he waggles his eyebrows at you. “Just means more fun for us after he finds out.”

“I don't know-,”

“C’mon,” He repeats a hint of frustration in his tone. “It's your kink. I'm trying to do something nice here.”

“Stu-,”

“Isn't it? Thought you wanted the big bad monster to chase you through the woods?” He steps closer, eyes narrowing and your breath catches in your throat. He stared at you, blue eyes growing darker and you felt a mix of fear and arousal stirring in your belly. “To catch you, pin you down and fuck your brains out right there in the dirt?”

“Stu-,” you huff. You're tempted, very much so but there's something about Stu chasing you down that has you hesitating. He had a tendency to take things too far.

“I want a safe word.”

“What?”

“A safe word. Its-,”

“I know what it is bunny.” He tilts his head. “I meant why?”

“Just in case. If it gets a little overwhelming? It wo-,”

He rolls his eyes at you. “You don't need a safe word, it's only a game.”

“I know bu-,”

“You say stop I'll stop alright?”

You shift your weight, crossing your arms and trying not to snap at him for the repeated interruptions. “….Alright.” You’re not happy about that but you guess it’s better than nothing. You eye the mask warily. “So I just what? Run?” You try to ignore the little tinge of apprehension, focusing instead on your growing arousal. “Doesn’t seem fair.”

“Thought that was what you wanted?”

“You said it’s a game,” You bite back a smile at his slight frown, obviously a little unhappy at you twisting his words back against him. “”So I must be able to win somehow.”

“If you can make it to the old barn on the other side of the woods,” He shrugs. “You win.”

“Win what?”

His eyes narrow. “You won’t.”

“I might. I’m fast,” You tilt your head as you think, a move he mirrors, making you feel even more unsettled. “If I make it, I want a date.”

He opens his mouth to reply but you hold your hand up and he shuts it again with a roll of his eyes.

“A proper romantic date. I want candles, flowers, a movie of my choice, dinner of my choice and…” You pause, debating how far to push this. “I want you to be… nice.”

“I’m always nice.” He pouts, but huffs when all you dare is stare at him.

You hold your breath as he thinks, his eyes fluttering closed for a second. You think he’s going to back out, but the ego wins out.

“Deal. I’ll be nice.” His voice is low and you shiver, ever so slightly. “Well, run then.”

Stu leans back against the kitchen wall with his arms crossed over his chest, trying hard to look relaxed and nonchalant but you can see how tense he is, his eyes never leaving you.

“Now??” You swallow hard, anticipation and adrenaline making your heart skip a beat at how fast he was pushing this along. “What if you catch me? What’s your prize?”

“You are my prize,” He licks his lips, his gaze roaming over you. You shivered again but you stayed still. “Ten.”

“Seriously?”

“Nine,” he said this time, raising a questioning eyebrow at you as he finally slides the wolf mask over his face, the big ears and rubbery pointy teeth suddenly looking more threatening than they did. “I’d hurry up if I were you bunny. The wolf is hungry.” It was cheesy, cliché comment, but his voice is cold, devoid of his usual arrogance and it chills you to your core. “Better run, pretty thing.”

So you run. 

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Your muscles ached as you stumbled around a tree, trying to run as quick and quiet as possible. Your heart thumping wildly in your ears, your lungs burn with the effort of keeping yourself moving and it’s getting harder to breathe. It feels like you’ve run for miles, but you have a sneaking suspicion you haven’t got as far as you think you have. You don’t want to stop, but you have to, need to. You slow your pace, listening hard for any sounds of movement before stopping completely, ducking behind a tree and resting back against it, hands resting on your hips as you try to catch your breath for just a second. It’s quiet, barely any noise, save for your own heavy breathing.

“Ohhh we playing hide and seek now little rabbit? I know you're here.” Stu’s voice sends a chill down your spine, your hand flying to cover your mouth in an effort to stop the startled squeak that tries to escape you. You hadn’t even heard him approach, you know he can be quiet when he wants to be but the fact he managed to get so close scares you. He sounds excited, too excited.

You take a deep breath, sliding down the tree slowly in an effort to make yourself smaller, resisting the urge to take a peek.

You could hear him as he made his way closer; each step he took filling you with panicked excitement the closer and closer he came. The slightly manic urge to giggle threatening to overwhelm you as his boots thudded closer to your position, pausing briefly before he continued on with a call of your name.

You held your breath, an intense confusing amount of fear, anxiety and excitement keeping you frozen in place; you could hardly hear him over the pounding of your own heart.

His footsteps fade, and with a deep breath you take the opportunity to run, rising and taking off in the opposite direction.

You hear him immediately follow after you. Cursing yourself for moving too soon. He hadn’t been as far away as you’d thought but you don’t turn to look; you can’t afford to waste the time.

Another singsong call of your name has you stumbling; he’s so close behind you. Too close, you don’t want to stop but with your lungs burning and your aching muscles screaming at you to stop you’re definitely slowing down, and you know with a growing resignation that you’re not going to make it.

He catches you. You can’t help but scream as he grabs you, a sound of genuine fear but it cuts off abruptly as you hit the ground. His hand curls round the back of your head as he twists, taking the brunt of the fall but the fight is still stunned out of you for a moment. It’s tempting to surrender but his smug little chuckle fuels you. He’s won, you know it, he knows it, but you’re not going to make it easy on him, bucking your hips and twisting frantically to try and throw him off of you.

He swears as you knock his mask off, his hands closing tightly round your wrists and he brings them up above your head, using one hand to keep them there as he pushes himself between your legs, pinning you completely. Somehow you always forget how strong he is, his show of strength giving you a slightly unwanted rush of desire.

“Gotcha,” he teases. “Stay still.” He grunts as you try to scramble backward again, his fingers digging into your wrists. “The chase was fun little rabbit, but I want my prize.”

You don’t like the nickname; it feels more threatening and way less affectionate than bunny. He shoves your t-shirt up over your hips, your attempts to pull your hands from his grip earning you a sharp slap to your thigh.

“Still, that is your last warning.” He sounds annoyed and your panic develops a small hint of fear, making you freeze beneath him. It takes him undoing your jeans and tugging them down your thighs to make you move again.

“Stop,” you hiss. “Stu, time out. Stop.”

He doesn’t, he ignores you in favour of tugging at his own belt, and the fear takes over. You wrench your wrist from his grip, the need to have him just stop for a second helping you ignore the flare of pain as you do so. You slap him across the face without a second thought, his head snapping to the side.

He doesn’t speak, jaw clenching and swallowing hard as he keeps his gaze away from you. He inhales slowly, and in that split second it’s pure cold fear that runs down your spine. He looks back at you slowly, tongue probing at his lip, his hair dishevelled and his face flushed. He doesn’t look entirely present, his eyes are glassy as he stares at you but he gives you a grin as he wipes the back of his hand across his mouth. “Knew you'd get in to it.” 

 You kick out, pushing him back only slightly as you turn around onto your hands and knees, trying desperately to scramble away. He yanks you back hard by your jeans, pulling them further down your thighs and shoves you down onto your stomach, forcing himself between your knees as one hand presses between your shoulder blades to keep you still.

“Bunny,” Stu coos, and you tries not to bristle, irritated and ashamed, scared and turned on in one confusing mix. “I caught you.”

The use of your usual nickname is oddly calming, and the warm weight of Stu’s palm as it slides up your spine to rest across the nape of your neck makes you shiver.  

"I know you like it. Having no other choice but to take it like a good little girl?"  Stu finally broke the silence, his hand squeezed at your neck gently, thumb rubbing over your pulse, his voice dropping to a whisper as he leaned in close. "You need a big strong man to come pin you down, stretch you open, take what he wants and make you enjoy it?”

You could hear the smile on his face as he spoke, and it infuriated you beyond belief.  Your breath came out in short huffs as you tried to ignore the growing feeling of unease in your gut. This was morphing into a different type of game, one you were not sure you wanted to play. Not that you’d really thought through what he’d do when he caught you but this was a little more extreme than you had expected.

"Well?" His fingers flexed against your neck. "Say it. I want to hear you say it."

You wanted him to stop, to give you a minute to collect yourself but a part of you also wanted him to continue. None of those words escaped you though, instead you whined, defeated and aroused, and you could just see the wide grin of Stu’s mouth at your reaction.

He groans your name as his arm slides under you and across your stomach, raising your hips and forcing you onto your knees. His fingers dipping inside the hem of your panties and pulling them down to expose you to his hungry gaze. The sound of his zipper was enough to make you push your ass back toward him, drawing another low groan from him as he rocks his hips forward, the thick head of his cock rubbing up and down your folds.

“Billy would love this game,” He lands a hard slap on your ass, your pained cry turning into a breathy whimper as his fingers dipped between your legs and brushed over your clit. “Feel kinda bad now not telling him.”

“Slow,” you’re almost hyperventilating, reaching back to press a hand against his hip pointlessly. “Go slow please.”

He doesn’t say anything but he does seemingly listen to you, pushing forward slowly but firmly, drawing a hoarse gasp from you as he pushes inside. You wheezed out a moan, the breath stolen from your lungs as you were stretched. He didn't stop until he was buried in you to the hilt, the head of his cock grinding painfully against your cervix and your free hand snapping to his thigh in an effort to stop him. “Too much, Stu, don’t.” You expect him to ignore you, maybe a harsh thrust of his hips to torture you some more but he surprises you by stilling and waiting. You take a deep breath, trying once again to steady yourself as you waited for the burn of the stretch to wear off.

Stu rocks his hips slowly, testing you, obviously starting to get bored with waiting; your discomfort easing even more the moment Stu’s fingers seeked out your clit, brushing and teasing over the delicate nerves.

You bucked back into his hold, fingers digging into the dirt beneath you. He didn't let up, shushing you as you clenched around him. 

“Does it hurt?” You can’t speak; a whimper is the only response you give as he shifts his weight on top of you. “My poor bunny.” He grips your hip, holding you in place as he starts to fuck you with short hard thrusts. You can hear the scuffing of his boots digging into the ground, dried leaves and branches crackling beneath him as he shifts, trying to get a better angle, one he can’t seem to find as he mutters under his breath, finally looming over you, pressing his chest to your back and curling a hand around your throat.

Stu shudders at your choked noise. He’s going to cum, he’s going to cum too soon. He bites back at whine as he rolls his hips slower, trying to drag the whole thing out for as long as he can. You squirm a little, accompanied by short gasp of air and he moans in response. He likes it too much, likes being bigger and stronger than you, likes that you can’t stop him; that you can’t do anything about it.

“I could do anything to you right now bunny,” He pants. “No one – fuck – no one knows you’re here. I could I could-,” He cuts off with a low groan as he feels you cum around him, your moan turning into a strangled whine, your nails digging into his arm as your walls tightened around him. He wasn't going to last. His mind kept wandering to how soft you were, how fucking small you looked struggling under him, how powerful it made him feel. He leaned forward, letting go of your neck and nuzzling into you with a sudden desperate need to be closer.

His heart swells with the way you tilt your head to the side to expose more of your throat to him, but the rush of affection is overridden with morbid curiosity as he wonders what you’d do if he buried his teeth into your neck. You trust him too much, you trust him way more than he trusts himself. The sudden urge to hurt you making him feel a little nauseous, his thrusts faltering, his rising orgasm threatening to ebb away. He swallows hard, trying to shove the thoughts away as he leans back on his heels, staring at the red handprint he’s left on your right cheek, but they persist. Images of you that conflict confusingly in his head. You’d look so fucking pretty all bruised up and fucked out and bloody. That last image pushes him over the edge hard. His pace stopping abruptly, burying himself as deep in your cunt as he could as he emptied himself into you.

He makes a noise, something between a growl and a whimper, something he’d feel a little embarrassed about if he had been more aware as you go limp underneath him. Your elbows give out and he follows you down, his chest flush against your back and one hand next to your head, mindful not to crush you beneath his weight.

Stu exhales as he grinds slowly into you, a slow quivering breath as he mouths at your neck, over stimulated and overwhelmed with violent thoughts, a little prickle of self hatred creeping over him.

“I love you,” he whispers against your shoulder. “I love you so much I don’t know what to do about it sometimes.”

 “Love you too.” You mumble automatically. You mean it but your breath is shaky and it comes out a little choked, tears threatening to spill. You feel exposed, raw.

Stu closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, forcing himself to relax, trying to get control of his frenzied thoughts. You’re too much, your sounds, your scent, the feel of you wet and warm around his cock, he needs some distance. He shifts away from you, pulling his own clothes straight before he helps you stand but steps away while you clumsily pull your jeans and panties back up. You try not to wince at the damp sticky feeling between your thighs, desperate to get back to his house and a hot shower, focusing on the physical unpleasantness as way to try and ground yourself. You swallow hard and reach out for him, beckoning him over with trembling fingers.

He stays still and something sharp and painful stabs at your heart. 

“C’mon, need my big strong man to carry me home.”

His lips twitch but he still doesn't smile and butterflies swarm in your stomach, more than a little confused at what he’s thinking.  

“I wouldn't hurt you, like hurt you hurt you,” He sighs, sounding unsure, like he’s trying to reassure himself more than you. “You know that right?” 

“I- I know.” You don’t notice the way he flinches slightly at your stumbled words, too focused on trying to stand up right. Now the pleasure is ebbing you can feel the various aches and pains flaring to life. You’re sore all over, and your wrist is throbbing from where you’d pulled away from him. You’re going to be suffering for several days, you can already tell.

He just stares at you and you think he’s going to leave you there, because he would. You can’t walk back, your legs are still trembling and you feel incredibly vulnerable. He glances away from you at the quiet plea of his name, making tears prick at your eyes again and you suddenly desperately want him to hug you or hold your hand, for him to just touch you anywhere.  “Stu,” You beckon him over. “Help me, seriously.”

He watches you blankly for an uncomfortably long second before he blinks and the smug look and grin are back as he approaches, hooking an arm round your waist. “Always so needy.” Stu mumbled softly as he presses a kiss to your forehead, the soft stroking of his thumb along your hip bone soothing your frazzled nerves as he starts a slow pace back towards his house. He’s still quiet, unusually so, and you’re unable to gauge his true mood despite your constant glances at his face.

He seems almost annoyed, or even upset under the smug mask he’s projecting, his attitude not mixing well with how shaky and emotional you still feel. Had you done something wrong? “That was-,” Fun? Scary? Borderline terrifying? They all seem the wrong word.

“Was?” He prompts, finally glancing down at you but doesn’t say anything further.

“An experience.” It was hard to think, like a fog had settled over your mind, leaving you dazed and groggy. You force yourself to grin, shoving your confused feelings to the side. You need him to distract you, to reassure you. Of what you’re not sure, you just-, you swallow hard, you feel unsafe, oddly rejected. The realisation startles you, your fingers curling into his shirt as you try to push yourself closer to him.

He hums in response, fingers tightening against your hip slightly but it’s not enough; you need him to look at you, to talk to you. He seems reluctant to do either so you decide to go with a true and tested way to get Stu to engage with you. Annoying him. Turning into his chest and nipping sharply at his nipple through his shirt, making him grunt. “Maybe you can be the rabbit next time. Against Billy and me, you wouldn’t stand a chance.”

There’s a pause. A split second pause where you think he’s going to ignore you but then he sighs.

“No way in hell, you’re the bunny,” He snorts and relaxes against you, tugging your free hand up to his mouth to press a flurry of kisses over your fingers, nipping at your thumb. “I’m all wolf baby.”

“Wolf cub maybe,” Your smile is more genuine this time as his eyes narrow and he glares at you out the corner of his eye. “What? Long limbed, clumsy, hyper, you basically scream ‘puppy’.”

His fingers dig into your ribs, making you shriek but you curl into him rather than away, your laugh turning slightly hysterical as you swallow thickly around the rising tears again.

“I really didn’t get that far did I?” You eye the sight of his house with more than a little disappointment. It had felt like you’d ran for miles.

“You did great,” He presses a quick kiss to your temple. You’re upset, he can tell that much, but you’re trying to hide it. He doesn’t like it and he doesn’t know what to do about it.  “Hey.” He stops walking when you don’t respond, turning you round to face him. “You got pretty far. No need to cry about it.” He hesitates, momentarily distracted by the stray tear running down your cheek, pushing away the temptation to lick it up. His gaze flicks down to your mouth, trying to ignore the confusing feelings as well as fighting to suppress his frustration and desire for Billy to just fucking get here already and rescue him. “Stu-,” You’re wanting something from him but he doesn’t understand what it is, so he draws you into a kiss instead, hoping that he’s conveying all the mixed feelings he has for you in to it, that you can somehow understand from the slow glide of his tongue over yours that he wants to give you what you want, even if he doesn’t know how.

I just wanna say jules is a fucking hypocrite

like, she cheated on rue the first chance she got

and CASUALLY SAID she was in love with the girl she fucked

but got upset when rue introduced her to elliot???? like wtf.

I actually hate jules

Can you please write some maddy Perez x fem reader please! If you’re comfortable with it !

of course I can!!!

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒! kissing, makeout sessions, sexual references, talking about sex

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒! hell yeah I love this, it's a lyric fic!!!! based on the song Body Like A Back Road by Sam Hunt. on mobile, format might be weird. lowercase intended, unedited, double periods intended. no paragraphs in this, I dont like to add them to lyric fics. reader has braids in the first part? but it's just to match up with the song

maddy perez x fem!reader

"got a girl from the southside, got braids in her hair."

maddy was so lucky.

𝘴𝘩𝘦 got you, of all people

you were perfect.

you, with your perfect braids in your perfect hair and your perfect fucking eyes and your perfect fucking lips- okay I'm getting off track

if someone told her that her life was actually a dream, and she was asleep, she would believe them.

you were just that damn perfect.

"first time I seen her walk by, man i about fell up out my chair"

maddy met you on the southside of town, at the park near your house.

she was there with nate, sitting side-by-side on the swings but ignoring eachother. they had just gotten into a fight, but didnt want to leave him. she thought he was the love of her life.

and then she saw you

roller skating down the concrete path in the park with the sisters you were babysitting

she swears to god she almost fell off the swing when she made eye contact with you

"had to get her number, took me like 6 weeks"

maddy spent 5 weeks and 6 days trying to get your number.

talking to your friends was ruining her reputation a little too much, so she went to social media after she got your name

it sounds a little pitiful, but she was desperate

you searched your name on every social media platform she knew of

finally, she found you

after hours of scrolling through your photos, she found a picture of your class schedule that you posted at the beginning of the year.

and she found out that she actually had a couple classes with you

"now me and her go way back, like Cadillac seats"

after she finally talked to you, she convinced you to hang out with her

and she even got you to join the cheer squad

pretty soon, you two became best friends, but both of you knew that you liked each other.

well, maybe you loved each other.

after months of knowing you, she finally kissed you

and that was the start of an amazing relationship

"Body like a back road, Drivin' with my eyes closed. I know every curve like the back of my hand"

maddy knew everything about you and your body

you were perfect.

sure, she's said that before

but she really means it

like, she pictures you when she thinks of the word 'Goddess'

she knows exactly how to make you and your body happy

she'd do anything to make you happy

"Doin' 15 in a 30, I ain't in no hurry. I'ma take it slow just as fast as I can"

despite how quickly it seems you two got together, it actually went pretty slow

you were the first person maddy 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 wanted to spend time with, to take things slow with.

not because she didnt know how she felt, but because she wanted to savor every second she spent with you

she wanted to be with you forever, but she felt that forever isnt enough.

forever will never be enough.

"The way she fit in them blue jeans, She don't need no belt. But I can turn 'em inside out, I don't need no help"

god, the way your ass looked in those jeans was just perfect

she could cum just looking at you in them

or in anything, really

she's taken them off of you so many times that she can do it with her eyes closed and one-handed.

she loves the way you look.

"We're out here in the boondocks, With the breeze and the birds. Tangled up in the tall grass with my lips on hers."

ending this on a sweet note

she loves going out to the country with you

surrounded by nothing but fields and trees

sure, she loves the city

like, a lot

but she loves being alone with you even more

in the city, someone is bound to interrupt you.

she wants you to herself, and the best way to get that is to escape, run away.

so you do

every few weeks, you travel past the city limit and down the back roads to your spot.

nobody ever interrupted you, it was perfect.

everything was perfect.

Hey! Could I please get prompts 84,85 and 98 With Billy Loomis? Thanks so much!!

of course!!!

Billy's hair honestly looks crusty... as seen below. we need sum content where its washed 😠 so I'm creating it, yah yahh

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒! 84. 85. 98.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒! sexual comments, thanks billy. cussing, soft billy, hair pulling, kissing

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒! unedited, lowercase intended, double periods intended. reader owns a hair dryer? so it maybe comes off as fem coded

billy loomis x GN!reader

you had stayed at billy's the night before

it was an unounofficial sleepover

billy had called you, telling you he killed someone again

so you sighed and drove over to his house

you didnt like that he was killing people, but it's not like you could stop him

anyways, back to the present.

you were laying next to him, having just woke up from a long, long night of... well, let's not get into that. you were looking at him, laying next to you and smiling slightly in his sleep. when he finally woke up, you laughed, his hair being a mess with bits of dried blood in it. you wondered how the blood got under his mask. "𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗯𝗲𝗱𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗶𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗰𝘂𝘁𝗲, but did you take your mask off? you have blood in your hair. what if someone saw you?" he told you to relax, said he was just running his fingers through his hair and it just transferred.

you told him to at least wash his hair, so he did

but not before saying 'you should join me' and winking

you rolled your eyes playfully and pushed him into his bathroom before turning around and sitting back down on the bed. when he came out, his hair was still dripping and he had a towel wrapped loosely around his waist. it was enough to make you drool, honestly. you told him to turn around and dry it, not wanting to get water on his bed that you weren't planning on getting out of any time soon.

when he came back out, it was fully dry. that dick, he used your hair dryer! whatever, you didnt care. you were too focused on how soft his hair looked. you motioned for him to walk over to you and he obliged. you stood up and reached forward, pushing your fingers into his hair at the roots, slightly pulling at it. you giggled and looked him in the eyes before saying, "𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗵𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝗶𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝘀𝗼𝗳𝘁 𝗮𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗮𝘀𝗵 𝗶𝘁."

he smiles at you before kissing you gently and wrapping his arms around your waist. you tugged on his hair as he bit your lip softly, but you pulled away and looked at him, analyzing the details on his face as you continued to move your fingers through his hair. you pulled a little too hard and giggled as he hissed and let out an 'ouch! that hurt!' before attempting to pull head head away from your grip, but you didnt let him. you rolled your eyes at his sensitivity. for a serial killer, he sure has a low pain tolerance.

"𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗽 𝗺𝗼𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗶'𝗺 𝘁𝗿𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗵𝗮𝗶𝗿!"

after he saw himself in the mirror, he laughed and asked you to take it out

you didnt

so he kept it in

for like a week, it was kinda embarrassing for you to see your boyfriend walking around with his hair braided

but it's okay cause he's hot

hey sorry to disturb but can you maybe do a one-shot of maddyxreader where she doesn't like not eeceiving attention from -reader-? Thanks and have a great morning,after noon or night!

absolutely! I love this idea! sorry it took so long! not exactly what you asked, but I tried! got a bit carried away though. I've recently changed my preferences on writing gn reader for the girls, and I've decided that I'll only write wlw/gxg fics for female characters. thank you for understanding.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒! arguing, angst, maddy and reader being dumb and not communicating, some infidelity? maddy is kinda

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒! on mobile, format might be weird. lowercase intended, unedited, double periods intended. mentions of the song michelle by sir chloe!!! love that song.

maddy x fem!reader

you and maddy had been together for a while.

9 months, one week, and 5 days, to be exact.

you knew she was yours, you knew she would never do anything to hurt you

maddy was the same, as far as you knew

but one day, when you two were at the mall near your house, you ran into an old friend

"oh my god, y/n?! is that you?" you looked around, initially not seeing anyone you knew, but stopping when you saw a taller man that you recognized. his name was caleb, and you knew him for 7 years before he moved away. you smiled brightly before quickly walking towards him and embracing him in a tight hug. "oh my god, I never thought I'd see you again, caleb!" he smiled at you and hugged you tightly, rubbing your back slightly. "yeah well," he paused, pulling away and shifting his feet, looking to the ground sadly, "my mom got sick and my dad got into a pretty mad accident at work so now I'm here. I have to take care of both of them for a while before I can get out of here again."

you smile at him before laughing softly and shaking your head. "yeah, hopefully I'll be out of here too, pretty soon." he smiled at you and placed his hand on your shoulder. "maybe we can go together!" you chuckled at his words and muttered a 'yeah yeah', dismissing his flirty behavior. "well, I have to go, my girlfriend's waiting for me". you watched his face drop slightly as you turned around and made your way to maddy, laughing at the man.

you saw the look on maddy's unhappy face, and your smile turned into a concerned frown. "what's wrong, babe?" she rolled her eyes and turned around, leaving you standing there confused as she walked away.

maddy was super clingy for a couple days. holding onto you wherever you went, whining when you pulled away from her, and yelling at you when you called her clingy. "well If it weren't for you eye fucking that caleb guy!"

you got into a fight about it, you told her you were laughing at him for flirting with you, and she told you that she wouldn't doubt it if you had been in love with him when you were younger and still loved him.

you definitely didnt, he wasnt your type.. like, at all.

you tried to tell her that you only loved her, that you were head over heels for her and you'd never leave her, but she didnt believe you.

she stopped begging you for affection and attention, instead showing up at all the parties you went to and getting affection and attention by dancing with other people. you were upset, obviously, you two never broke up, you weren't even on a break.

you ignored her attempts to make you jealous, sitting on the couch with fezco, high as heaven, instead of giving her the attention she wanted.

you could tell she was upset, but you did nothing wrong.

right?

right.

anyways,

it was midnight. you watched maddy dance with a girl named michelle. that girl was a monster from hell, she'd hated you since you got with maddy, you always knew she liked her. you were the first girl maddy had been with, and the one that made her realize she liked girls. it broke your heart to see her dance with michelle. you sighed and looked down at the joint in your hand before taking one last hit and handing it to fezco, standing up and walking to maddy. you smiled when you saw maddy look at you with a smile on her face, but your bright smile was replaced with a look of anger and hurt when you saw her grab michelle's hand and lead her to an empty room.

"are you fucking kidding me?" you quickly walked towards maddy and grabbed her arm, pulling her away from an angry michelle. "y/n, what the hell?! what are you doing?" you scoffed at the dark haired girl and dragged her out of the house, into your car. "what the fuck maddy? what was that?" she looked at you weird, like you were speaking a foreign language. "what was what? I was just dancing." you scoffed, chuckling lightly, you were really getting pissed off.

"maddy, that wasnt dancing, she was all over you. why were you even going into that room?" maddy sighed and looked down before speaking. "I asked her for help.. we were trying to make you jealous. youve been ignoring me, so.. I thought it would be a good idea." you frowned at her and shook your head. "maddy, why the hell would that be a good idea?!" you looked at her and you immediately felt bad for yelling at her.

"I dont know! I just.. missed you, I guess. I felt like you didnt care about me anymore.." you felt tears well up in your eyes, why the hell were you crying? wait, was maddy crying too? shit. "maddy, of course I still care about you! I'm fucking in love with you, for christ's sake!" your eyes widened, you had never said that out loud before. she looked up at you with wide eyes, they were red from crying. "oh, maddy.." you put your hands on her cheeks and kissed her gently, swiping away her tears with your thumbs, before pulling away and leaning your forehead against hers.

"I'm sorry... I should have talked to you about it instead of going to michelle." you pulled away, shook your head and let out a quiet 'no'. you couldn't stay mad at her. "it's fine, I'm not mad anymore. are you alright? I didnt mean to yell at you.." she sniffled and nodded. "and.. y/n?" you looked up at her in anticipation before she continued speaking. "I love you too."

in the end, you and maddy got over it.

this actually helped the two of you, in a way

you were more trusting, more honest

and you didnt get jealous every time one of you talked to someone.

stop. stop it i.

oh my god.

I need jesus...

this is the best fic I've read in so long....... holy shit

why is this so hot?!??!?!?!?!??

oh my god I love you amy this is amazing you are so amazing

am i right where you want me? (poly!ghostface x fem!afab!reader)

CONTENT: NSFW 18+, dark dark dark fic, non-con, fem!afab reader (she/her pronouns used) extremely toxic relationships, somnophilia (stu thinks it’s necro initially), physical violence against reader directly preceding fic’s events, stu being violent n sharing violent fantasies, PiV sex, misogyny, objectification, infidelity on billy n stu’s part, drug + alcohol references, sick reader/vomit mention, manipulation

WORD COUNT: 1.45k

After an argument gets heated, both Billy and Stu assume they’ve killed you. Stu doesn’t have an ounce of regret in his body as he gets to fulfil one of his major fantasies.

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hi hi hi ! ik i just started following, but i dig your stuffs ! was hoping to request 130 with ghostface bc i need it, thanks for your time friend !

yeah yeah absolutely!! u earned a follow for your kind words :') this prompt gave me smut vibes so I added that to the end, there will be a warning incase that's not what u wanted

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒! 130.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒! cussing, ghostface, knives, kinda dubcon but not really cause reader has a crush on ghostface. reader takes off his mask during the smut but doesnt see his face

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐎! smut after the second gif, daddy kink, choking, degrading mixed with praise, spanking 😁 dirty talk during sex, idfk for some people that's an ick, kinda a breeding kink, yes I know it's not realistic for them to cum at the same time but I do not give a flying futuristic frog fuck.

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒! I loved this. on mobile, format might be weird. lowercase intended, unedited, double periods intended. no indication of which ghostface it is but ghostface is male so,,yeah. afab reader but theres no indication of that until the smut

ghostface x reader

it was halloween! finally!

you had been waiting since early august for halloween to come and it finally did

it was nearing midnight, and the sound of children knocking on your front door had finally come to a halt

so now you were sitting on your couch and piling leftover candy into your mouth

you were very glad you bought extra this year

you were watching a movie on your tv, some indie horror film your roommate recommended to you

it wasnt great, but you still enjoyed it enough to keep watching it

honestly, the only reason you kept watching it was because the killer was really fucking hot

it reminded you of something... what was it..?

oh, right.

that killer that had been terrorizing your town

you didnt know who was under the mask, but you couldn't keep yourself from fantasizing about being kissed by him, held by him...fucked by him.

honestly, he was hot.

really fucking hot.

you were just about to fall asleep when you got a call

"hello..?" you were curious as to who would be calling this late. "hello, y/n." oh shit. that fucking voice, that was ghostface! fucking ghostface, holy shit. "hey ghosty" you decided to fuck with him, not caring why he was calling. "excuse me? call me that again and I'll gut you like a fucking fish." your face scrunched up, and you huffed, sinking into your couch. "okay fine, jeez. what do you want, anyways?" he chuckled in response and you heard a tap on your window. you turned your head as fast as you could, your heart was racing now. you wouldn't admit it, but you were scared.

you heard floorboards creak behind you and felt a hand on your shoulder. suddenly, you couldn't breath, you couldn't think, and you couldn't move. this was not like the movies. not at all.

for some reason, he spared you.

sliced up your arm a bit, but he didnt kill you.

you wondered why

a week later, you found out why.

how? well, he visited you again. but this time, it was for a different reason.

just as you were about to go to bed, you heard someone step into your room. huh, that's weird, nobody was supposed to be awake

whatever, you were too tired to care.

but when you felt someone get into bed with you and wrap their arms around you, you got up and almost screamed

but when you looked on your bed and didn't see anything, you wondered if you were just half asleep or going crazy

until you felt someone put their hand over your mouth and wrap their arm around your waist.

you were fucking terrified

"what's wrong, darling? 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴." he sat his chin on your shoulder, taking in your scent. he chuckled and hummed to himself, the room was silent besides your heavy breathing and he could hear your heartbeat.

18+! smut starts here!

"if I take my hand off your mouth, do you promise to be good for me? you gonna be a good little pet for ghosty?" shit, why was he here? and why the hell did he call himself ghosty? did he like it when you called him that? damn, you made a whole ass serial killer a simp for you. to be honest, you felt like god. you nodded eagerly at his words and smirked when he slowly and hesitantly took his hand off your mouth. "ghosty, huh?" he scoffed and wrapped his hand around your throat harshly, shutting you up quickly.

he dropped the hand that was around your waist down into your pants and began rubbing you through your underwear. you could hear him groan softly under his mask and you heard his breathing pick up, he was obviously turned on. you smirk again and let out a moan, just to see how he'd respond. he tightened his grip on your neck and told you to be quiet, and you remembered that your roommates were asleep. your smirk widened as you reached upwards, taking off his mask and tangling your fingers in his hair, gripping roughly as you moaned again.

he pulled away and harshly pushed you onto the bed, pushing your face into your pillow before pulling your pants and underwear down and smacking your ass. "so pretty.. all for me". you could practically hear the smirk in his voice as he ran his thumb along your cunt, picking up your juices and using it as a lube to rub your clit. he muttered 'god, so fucking wet' and pulled up his robe, pulling down his pants before entering you harshly.

you cried out at the pain and lack of warning or prep, but soon the pleasure overcame the pain as he roughly thrusted into you at a fast pace. you didn't care that your roommates were asleep, your moans were all you could hear now besides the sound of his hand hitting your ass repeatedly. "shit, shit, shit! fuck, daddy, feels so good!" he laughed at you as he kept his pace but raised your ass in the air to get a better angle into your cunt.

"shit, such a pretty little cockwhore. you love my dick, dont you baby?" you nodded quickly, too cock dumb to speak. "use your fucking words, slut". jesus, he really wants you to talk? well fuck him, you're too tired. he scoffed at your silence and smacked your ass, harder than he had before. you moaned loudly at the pain mixed with pleasure and tried your best to form an intelligible sentence.

"yes! fuck yes, I love your cock! fuck, wont ever fuck anyone else! just you daddy! so fucking good!" he smiled at you and reached forward to grip your throat as he felt himself getting closer and closer to his high. you were nearing your orgasm as well, a string of curses leaving your mouth as you pushed your hips back to meet his cock with every thrust. he squeezed your throat one last time as you came, your pussy was squeezing around him, leading him to do the same and you felt him finish inside you. after a few more thrusts, you felt him pull out.

when you didnt hear him for a few minutes, you turned around. you were confused as to why you didnt hear anything, but it clicked when you saw your window open. that dick, he left you laying there all fucked out.

yeah, your roommates definitely heard you. and he definitely came back the next day.

and the next, and the next

and probably the day after that

but you never once complained