#chad one shot

[lesone-shot]

Confessions

Tara Carpenter x Fem!reader

In which, Tara drags you to a party, and ends up confessing TW: mentions of alcohol, slight swearing ig

Tara: Hurry up

Y/N: give me a second

The door swung open, and you flinched, turning around to look at Tara. "Were you waiting outside my door?", She smiled sheepishly, shrugging innocently.

"You're stalling!" she argued, walking to stand next to you.

She grabbed the pirate hat on your dresser and stuck it onto your head with a grin. She had begged you to match with her, how could you say no? She reached out to fix your hair, then took your hand and dragged you out of the bathroom.

"Tara, I really don't want to go" you grumbled, gently tugging her arm.

"You promised! besides, it'll be fun."

The two of you stepped outside and began walking to Chad's car. As soon as he saw you, he honked his horn, sticking his head out the car door with a grin.

"Finally! Jesus, I almost left you two"

Tara opened the backseat door and climbed in. You took the seat next to her, your arms and legs pressed together. "Okay, let's get to this party!" Chad cheered as he pulled away from your apartment.

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The house was damp with sweat, and the smell of alcohol stung your nose. You pushed your way through the crowds of people dancing, a plastic cup held tightly in your hand.

Mindy called out your name when you entered the living room, and she waved you over. You grinned, stumbling over to her and sitting down in the empty seat next to her. She leaned forward to yell over the music.

"Hey, we were just talking about you! How are you feeling?"

You laughed, holding up the cup in your hand. "Im great!", she nodded, eyebrows raising as she grinned over at you.

"Where is Tara?" you shrugged, deflating a little. She had ditched you as soon as you had arrived, more interested in getting herself a drink. Mindy let out a soft chuckle, reaching over and patting your back.

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You got pulled up to dance at one point, by a girl in one of your classes. She was pretty, with red hair, blue eyes, and freckles.

She was drunk, it was obvious. She had sweat dripping from her face and neck, and the smell of Vodka that was coming off of her was almost too much to bear.

But then you felt a hand on your back, and Tara was beside you, interrupting the girl whose name you couldn't be bothered to know. It was loud, and your mind was too foggy to listen to their conversation. The girl scoffed, pulling her hands off of you as she stormed away. Tara grabbed your hand, tugging you along as she made her way to the kitchen.

"You weren't going to hook up with her or anything, were you?" she had a teasing smile as she stopped at the kitchen table to refill the cup in her hand. She glanced up at you, raising the cup to her lips.

"what the fu- no, Tara, Jesus" you muttered, shaking your head quickly.

She shrugged innocently, taking a large sip. Her throat bobbed as she swallowed, and your eyes drifted down to the drop of the liquid that was trailing down her neck. "Alright, alright, whatever you say"

Conversation flowed easily between you two, and after several more drinks, Tara was motioning you closer, so you leaned down near her cheek. Her lips brushed against your ear as she spoke over the music. "D'you wanna go upstairs? It's crowded down here", you nodded slowly, following behind her as she trudged up the stairs.

She opened the door to a room, stepped inside, and took a seat on the edge of the bed. She fell back, staring up at the ceiling. You closed the door, locking it behind you, and then you took a seat next to her.

"You okay?" you murmured softly, looking over at her. She nodded slowly.

"I'm a little tired. Might've drank a little too much" she yawned, raising a hand up to cover her mouth, and then she pushed herself up, wrapping her arm around your shoulder and pulling you into her side. "You're the best", she mumbled, her shoulders rising as she took a deep breath, "You know that?"

"I know, I'm pretty great" you teased, and she pulled away, a small smile on her face. "Don't get too cocky now", she pointed her index finger at you, grinning as she gently tapped your forehead.

There was a comfortable silence. You could see Tara staring at you from the corner of your eye, but you didn't make eye contact, too nervous you'd say something stupid.

She leaned forward, resting her chin on your shoulder. She nudged your cheek with her nose, hoping to get your attention, but when you kept your gaze on your lap, she frowned. She put her hand on your cheek and turned your head to face her.

"Hey" she whispered, you could smell the alcohol that was lingering on her breath. "I need to tell you something. m'kay?", you nodded, sending a comforting smile.

She lets out a heavy sigh, laying her cheek on your shoulder. "I think that- well...I know that I like you...a lot. Like- more than friends, you know?"

You blinked in surprise, taken back by her confession. Your heart was beating so hard, you felt like it was going to pop out of your chest. "Woah, what?"

"I like you...like, I wanna be with you"

"you're drunk, Tara" you mumbled. She pulled away, furrowing her eyebrows and shaking her head slightly.

"That doesn't matter, I know what I'm saying" she spoke softly. "I've had a crush on you for... a while", you bit back your grin, but you couldn't stop the nervous chuckle that left your mouth.

"I like you too" she smiled, her eyes crinkling as she glanced down at her lap.

"Yeah, I kinda thought so. You're a little obvious" she murmured, a tired chuckle leaving her mouth. Your mouth dropped open, and you gently nudged her side, before pulling her back towards you.

"You wanna go home?" you asked, slowly rubbing her forearm. "Sleep sounds really nice right now. I'm gonna have a horrible headache tomorrow", you groaned at the thought, earning a small chuckle from Tara. She nodded, and you stepped out of the bedroom and down the stairs, her hand in yours.

On your way out, you saw Mindy, who was still sitting down on the couch. She grinned at you, raising her hand as she gave you a thumbs up.

[darkfemininenergy]

LET’S PLAY THAT GAME ━ ethan landry

pairing: gf!ethan x fem!reader

warning: smut, ghostface phone call, dom!ethan, sub!reader, fingering, rough sex, choking, ropes, spit kink, fingers sucking, dirty talk, gloves kink.

author’s note: english is not my first language, and also my first time writing smut so i hope it’ll be good. if you have any request, let me know !

YOU’D COME HOME from the gym an hour ago, the only classes you had were this morning and you were grateful to have the whole afternoon off for once. you'd had lunch with mindy at noon and then decided to take her home, since the ghostface attacks had hit new york, following the 4 survivors of woodsboro, you didn't want the young meeks martin to go home alone, even in the middle of the day, who knows what might happen, especially when you knew who her uncle was.

now you were in your kitchen after a nice shower, in the background as sound of « how to get away with murder », one of your favorite tv shows, mindy found it quite ironic since you were in a law major.

you were cooking dinner quietly after a bit of studying, standing in front of the hob, dressed in a short, tight-fitting black top and gray shorts, your phone at your side as you wrote to the young meeks martin, who was confiding in you about her feelings for anika.

and that's when your phone began to vibrate, thinking it was mindy, a slight smile appeared on your lips before you grabbed your phone, but this smile slowly disappeared in your face due to what appeared on your screen: unkown caller.

a bad feeling began to take hold of you as, paranoid as you were, you looked around you at the knives just inches from you, spotting the largest of them.

you then answered the phone, adrenalin coursing through your body.

- hello ?

the sound of the oil against the frying pan camouflaged the sound of your series in the living room, as you added spices, waiting for an answer from your interlocutor, the wait was heavy.

- hello, y/n, replied the deep, gravelly, modulated voice.

ghostface.

a shiver ran down your spine, and your body froze, paralyzed as you realized the obvious: you were part of the group of friends of the survivors of the 2022 attacks.

you turned off the gas, stopped cooking. And clicked your tongue against the roof of your mouth.

- well, go ahead, i’m wainting for the “what's your favorite scary movie ?” part.

you tried not to show any signs of fear, but inside you were terrified, imagining yourself already dead on your kitchen floor, but you knew you didn't have time to think about it and passed your index finger between the various knives on the rack in front of you, leaning slightly over the worktop.

the only response you got was a little laugh of amusement, mixed with a hint of sadism, from the killer, and it made your blood run cold.

- you're a bold one, aren't you? now, i think that i'm really going to enjoy this.

- fuck you.

-but you're also a very pretty one... he said with a seductive tone, too bad that i have to correct that filthy mouth of yours, he finished with a voice full of brutality, as if your insult had made him angry.

his change of mood startled you, and you immediately straightened up, then nervously tapped the surface of your kitchen with your freshly manicured nails.

- what do you want ? you asked, trying not to show how scared your voice sounded.

he hums slowly, as if he's thinking, and you can feel the goosebumps on your skin.

- that's a good question... what do i want... ? i want to play a game.

your heart was starting to race, so without thinking any further, you grabbed the largest knife and suddenly turned around with dynamism, all your senses now activated.

- do you want to play a game, y/n ? the modulated voice asked you.

- go to hell, i’m not going to play any of your sick game, you replied brutally.

- you look cute with that knife, tell me, what are you going to do with it, sweetheart ? stab me ? he teased.

you could practically hear the smirk in his voice and it drived you insane as well as the pet name, your grip on your knife was starting to tighten.

- where are you, asshole ? you spat hatefully.

you started to look from left to right, if anyone else could see you through your window, they'd think you were crazy to get so agitated, you leaned over to look towards the right exit which led to the hallway of your apartment, before returning to the kitchen which overlooked your living room.

you put your phone on the worktop behind your hob not far from your fridge, and activated the speakerphone to leave the call and type in the police number before he even answered.

- oh i wouldn't try to call the police if i were you, y/n, it'd be a real shame for mindy and anika to pay the consequences of your stupid actions.

your fingers stopped typing on your screen, not only because of the threat, but also because a detail had caught your attention, how did he know i was going to call the police ?

- h-how.... you began before cutting yourself off, can you see me?

he was sniggering again, and you were really beginning to hate that horribly creepy sound. you swallowed that awful lump in your throat that prevented you from speaking properly and waited for an answer.

- of course i can see you. i must admit that you look good in those, a little bit short though, does your boyfriend know you carry around in your apartment like that, y/n ?

panic-stricken, you hung up, and what a grave mistake you'd made, dropping your phone onto the wooden surface, you clutched the edge of it as if your body were threatening to collapse and you were looking for something to lean on. but then you pulled yourself together and grabbed your phone, never letting go of the knife you'd armed yourself with.

you moved towards the large window in your living room and pulled back the curtain slightly to see if anyone was outside watching you, since your kitchen was connected to the living room and, above all, open, with no door separating them.

but you couldn't see anything suspicious, only the horrible traffic jams of the city that never sleeps and people minding their own business down your street. you weren't the least bit reassured, certainly not, you had no idea where he could see you and you were terrified of it.

then you let out a groan of surprise when your phone started vibrating in your hand again, except this time it wasn't a call but a notification from an unknown number, it was a video.

your hands began to shake as you huffed and puffed to regain your composure, naively hoping to regain an ounce of control over the situation. once you'd opened your phone and clicked on the video, you saw mindy and anika on it, kissing on a sofa, the video had been taken from outside through your window and you pursed your lower lip, anxious, but starting to get angry that ghostface wasn't just threatening you, but also your friends, after everything mindy already endured because of that stupid mask.

and then, another call, again. you stared at your screen for a few seconds, looked around your living room and swallowed, grabbed your tv remote to turn it off, a silence falling over every room in the apartment when you finally accepted the call as you peered into every corner of the room, your stomach burning with fear.

- hang up again and i'll rip their heads off and send them in a box at your door ! shouted the killer menacingly and violently.

the violence of his threat burned your eyes, but you were able to swallow back your tears. you were sure he could feel your panic through the phone.

- not them, don't hurt them, s-stop it, i’ll do anything, i-i promise, you cried, afraid that something might happen to your friends.

- good girl, you see how easy things are going when you start obeying ? his voice softened, but you could still hear the amusement in it that told you he loved what was happening, that he loved scaring you.

despite the fear, the nickname he'd used triggered a reaction you'd never have suspected: a wave of heat spread through your body, even between your legs, and you suddenly felt ashamed.

- now, let's play that game. have you ever heard of hot and cold ?

you simply nodded, tucking a lock of hair behind your ears, knife still sharp in hand.

- words, pretty girl.

another heat wave.

- y-yeah, yes, i have.

- perfect. you want to know where i am, right ? then come and find me. go on.

you frowned, apprehensive about the objective behind this game, especially apprehensive about the moment when you were going to meet him.

- and then, if i find you, what will happen ?

- find me and you'll see, answered mischievously ghostface.

a new silence, neither of you speaking, the silence was heavy for you. you took two steps forward, and turned to look behind you again, the fact of not knowing where he was disturbed you and increased your degree of fear.

- are you scared, sweet thing ? he continued to mock, knowing he had the upper hand.

- shut the fuck up motherfucker, you're gonna pay for all of this, you grumbled in between.

- oh, really? i’m waiting then, he sneered, and you were willing to bet he was smiling.

his words only provoked you and you walked out of the living room, realizing that he couldn't be there, you were surprised to realize that you actually started looking for him, now angry at the way he was openly mocking you. you opened the bathroom door, peering in after turning on the light.

- cold.

you immediately left the room, closed the door and stepped into the corridor, which this time led to your bedroom. but before you got close to it, your steps slowed down, as you became more reluctant to head towards this part of the apartment, what if he was inside ?

- why are you slowing down ? maybe I'm inside.

- fuck it, you muttered.

you continued to hold your knife, getting ready to use it, when you arrived at the door to your room and opened it, you went in, and looked all around, near your desk, in the nooks and crannies, then your gaze fell back on your wardrobe, which was closed.

- are you in there ? you asked, your breath catching.

you heard his breathing through the phone become more erratic, and that's all you could hear as you held it to your ear.

- open it.

without further hesitation, you grabbed both wrists of your wardrobe and suddenly opened them, brandishing your knife in your face the next second.

but surprisingly, he wasn't there, so you straightened up and let your arm fall back down your body, then brought the phone up to your ear to hear your interlocutor, who seemed to love playing with your mind and emotions. he started laughing again, and the more he did it, the more it annoyed you than it frightened you now.

- no, i'm not there sweetheart, i was just messing with you.

- asshole, wanting to play a game without even knowing how to play it, you laughed bittersweetly.

you could sense that he wasn't happy with your answer, maybe even angry, but in any case, he didn't show it and decided to restart the game.

- you're getting colder, keep looking.

since you'd gone in the opposite direction and weren't getting any closer, you decided to return to the area you'd been in when you received the bloody call, retracing your steps, finding yourself in the hallway where your bathroom was once again.

- you're still cold.

you sighed in annoyance, but kept on walking, and when you passed the bathroom door you'd already looked in.

- warm, he warned you, and his husky voice sent shivers down your spine.

the further you went, the more your heart pounded to the point where that was all you could hear now. now you were back in your living room, you couldn't make any sense of the situation, you must have misunderstood his directions, he couldn't be there.

- you're getting warmer, good, very good sweetheart, you're almost there.

and yet, the praise almost made you blush again, you felt butterflies in your stomach and snapped inwardly as you remembered who you were on the phone with.

slightly frustrated by the flirtatious tone, you began to hold your knife out in front of you, preparing yourself better in case you found him.

as well as being frustrated, you were in total bewilderment, you had no idea where he could be, he kept messing with your head and he was very good at it.

he definitely wasn't in the kitchen, nor in the living room, not even towards the entrance, since you'd glanced around.

- keep looking, y/n, it'd be a shame if i find you first, wouldn't it ? tormented ghostface.

you held back from insulting him once more, avoided the living room areas you'd already looked at, and moved towards the only corridor on the opposite side of the apartment where you hadn't glanced.

and to do this, you had to pass through the corridor to your left leading to the front door, when you passed this door, and moved into the unlit corridor where in one of the doors lay your washing machine and other belongings, he spoke again.

- you don't want to turn colder again, don't you ? now, turn around.

paranoid, you thought he was right behind you, so you quickly turned around and took a big step back, the knife right in front of you, your arm raised, and you let out an expletive when you couldn't see anyone again. He was definitely playing with your mind and you'd had enough. You could feel the frustration heating your blood.

you made the choice not to pay any more attention to your footsteps, beginning to believe that he had lied to you and wasn't even near you, that this was just to scare you.

- warm.

but then you stopped, and that's how you noticed you were near the entrance hall. no, it couldn't be.

you headed in that direction, advancing slowly, cold sweat beginning to take refuge on your forehead.

- warmer.

shit. shit. shit.

you noticed the cupboard embedded in the wall a metre from the landing, and realized he was probably here. I'd have heard him, the kitchen's right next door. you had no idea what was going on.

- very very warm, he whispered.

your trembling hand came to rest on the wrist of the hall cupboard, hesitantly, you didn't open it immediately, feeling your breathing quicken.

in a split second, you brought your other hand to the cabinet and jerked it open. but nothing, absolutely nothing.

- fucking bastard, you growled.

you sighed, and slammed the wardrobe doors shut, the sound echoing throughout the apartment after this act of anger and you could hear him laughing in your ear.

pissed off, you returned to the kitchen to the very same spot where you had decided to call the police, still holding your weapon in your hand which was now on the kitchen counter facing the living room.

- now you're boiling.

you held your phone so tightly in your hand that you could have crushed it. you didn't know whether your hands were shaking with fear or anger, or both.

- i’m done with that shit, you growled again, if you want me, come and get me.

- want you in which way, darling ? don't get me wrong, both involve ropes, but it's an important distinction to make before we proceed.

- w-what ?

and just then, you saw a shadow with a very tall figure forming right in front of you.

you immediately dropped your phone from your hands, about to turn and brandish your knife to stab him, but a large gloved hand pressed against your mouth and an imposing body slammed you against the surface.

your scream was then muffled by the hand over your mouth, and your knife was snatched from your other hand, panic instantly seizing you after your weapon was snatched from you, you tried to fight back by reaching behind him with your hands, but his free hand had no trouble grabbing both your wrists and pinning them behind your back.

- i told you it'd be a shame if i find you first, he said mockingly.

the tears in your eyes blurred your vision, you kept squirming in all directions and your screams kept choking against your attacker's glove. then you felt them, your hands bound by ropes.

ropes that burned your wrists, he had to take his hand away from his mouth to bind your hands, and you couldn't control the rhythm of your breathing.

- no no no no no, you protested, naively trying to free yourself from the ropes.

just then, you felt his hips push you against the counter again and his hand slid down your back to force you against the surface, bended you over, he towered over you.

- p-please, please let me go, you tried not to let the tears roll down your cheeks, but your voice betrayed your fear.

- where's that attitude you were giving me earlier, hm ?

- i-i’m sorry, you let your forehead hit the cold surface of the counter, your eyes closed.

- you look so good like that, he murmured under his breath, bended over, begging for me, better than i have imagined.

a new complaint came from the back of your throat, and you started to struggle again, unconsciously moving your hips to push him away. then you felt something against you, something hard, then you heard him growl.

your mouth fell open in astonishment, you must surely have heard wrong, you thought. then you continued to rub your hips against him, your two bodies pressed together, and suddenly his left hand grabbed your hip to immobilize you.

an amused smile spread across your lips, contradicting the tears in your eyes.

- does this turn you on ? do i'm turning you on mr. ghostface ? you said in a playful tone.

- shut up, i'm gonna fuck that attitude out of you, spat the killer.

a groan threatened to leave your mouth but you managed to control it, feeling all wet after rubbing yourself against him and his modulated voice making you feel things you shouldn't feel.

a moan threatened to leave your mouth but you managed to control it, you felt all wet after rubbing yourself against him and his modulated voice made you feel things you shouldn't feel.

quickly, he removed your shorts followed by your underwear, leaving you almost naked apart from your black top, your wet intimacy exposed to the cool apartment air sending a shiver down your spine and forcing you to squeeze your thighs together.

- uh uh, none of that, open those legs for me, he said, slapping one of your thighs.

aware of the extent of your desire between your legs, you spread them slowly and slightly, enough for him to slip his hand in.

his fingers began to tease your crotch, you were about to open your mouth to express your desire, but closed it when his fingers moved to brush over her clit. you breathed deeply and closed your eyes as you felt his fingers gently beginning to knead at your clit and press against your entrance.

you took a shaky breath, clenching down around the finger gently as it was pushed in up to the second knuckle.

you moaned happily, your hips pressing forward. your hips swayed further as he began to move his fingers slowly. his fingers moved in and out of her slowly. then he gently curled them as he moved them, smiling at the cry he drew from you. his thumb gently massaged your clit, and you arched your back silently asking for more.

- you like that, huh ?

you nodded positively, moaning softly, your lip still between your teeth.

- come on, what did i told you earlier, sweetheart ?

words.

- f-fuck, y-yes.

- yes what ? while curling his fingers inside of you.

- yes, yes i-i like that.

he was starting to pick up his pace, you could hear his breathing jerking in turn, getting harder and harder by the pretty sounds you were making and the way you were moving your hips against him. although he'd been using a fairly gentle rhythm, now he was thrusting his fingers into you harder and harder, going even deeper.

causing moans that you could no longer control, especially when he added another finger, unconsciously, you closed your legs once more against the sensation that invaded you, but his other hand forced you to keep them spread for him.

even if you wanted to deny him access to your legs by closing them, you couldn't, his grip was too strong for you to move, it would probably leave a mark later.

when his fingers reached that spot inside you, you tilted your head back, eyes closed. he took advantage of your position to lean towards you, so that his fingers were deep inside you, and your belly was completely pressed into the countertop surface, as were your hips.

he grabbed your jaw to force you to open your eyes and tilt your head back even further, causing you to arch your back even more to the point of slight pain, and with your hands tied behind your back, it wasn't easy, so when you did, you fell into the big, intimidating black eyes of his mask.

but the idea of him fucking you in his ghostface costume, mask and gloves made you wetter, it was so wrong.

you gave him those doe eyes, and he swore he could have cum right now just from the look you were giving him. you half-opened your mouth as if to let out another moan, but nothing came out.

his thumb moved to your lower lip, his hand still gripping your jaw. his other hand continued to penetrate you roughly, but you still wanted more. he could read the desire on your face, in your eyes.

- what's the matter, pretty girl ? do you want my cock instead ?

you nod eagerly.

- please, i w-want it so bad.

the position you were in meant you couldn't breathe properly, your back arched, your head back as you stared into the big black eyes of the ghost mask.

his thumb pressed your clitoris just right, in a delicious way that brought back that exquisite sensation in your lower belly. but suddenly he withdrew his hand, feeling you suddenly empty, you let out a whine.

but he quickly silenced you by pushing the two fingers inside you into your mouth, his other hand controlling your movements through your jaw and forcing you to take his fingers covered in your juices.

- that's it, taste yourself, take those fingers right down your throat, whispered ghostface.

you felt your taste on his two fingers deposited on your tongue, you closed your mouth to suck greedily on his fingers that he pushed deep into your throat, creating new tears in the corner of your eyes and causing you a gag that seemed to satisfy him.

his fingers were so deep in your throat that your saliva was starting to drip down the corner of your mouth.

His hand that held your jaw withdrew from it, you felt the trace of the fabric of his gloves burn your jaw in the absence of his hand, then just after, you heard the sound of a belt unbuckling just behind you.

claiming only his fingers or his cock inside of you again, you moved your hips back, and felt the brutal material of his jeans, and then, from his underwear, you could especially feel his erection that was right against your ass.

you tried to speak, but with his fingers in your throat and the taste of your wetness on your tongue, those sounds were muffled, but you knew he'd heard you because he pushed his fingers even deeper into your mouth, making you feel a little dizzy.

as he let out a muffled moan against the movement of your hips against him, he in turn thrust against you, feeling your clitoris swell with excitement.

then, a few seconds later, unexpectedly, without any warning from him, you felt his tip right in front of your entrance and quickly, he penetrated you brutally, knocking the wind out of your lungs, causing you to scream due to the impact.

- did i go in too fast ? he laughed, tilting his head to one side, his voice still modified by the modulator.

he started to thrust in and out of you at a pace that made you see stars. his fingers left your throat, and you took a deep breath of air, you were suffocating, and yet his index finger remained between your mouth and your teeth, understanding what he wanted you to do, you bit the material of his glove, allowing him to slide his hand out, removing his glove for him, letting go of the glove in your mouth, you could then observe his hand.

large and covered with veins. You could almost recognize his hand. Your pussy was throbbing and the harsh thrusts didn't help.

suddenly, his hand grabbed the back of your neck and tilted you forward, pushing your chest against the surface where you rested your cheek. it felt so good, you could hear him growling behind you and your whole body wanted to submit to him. his thrusts pushed your belly against the counter, his hips slammed into your buttocks.

for support, he grabbed the ropes he'd tightened around your hands, still holding your neck to make sure you didn't move, you were his to fuck.

you tried to straighten up, but his grip prevented you, so you tried to look over your shoulder, and just seeing him fucking you could make you cum on the spot, his tall figure, the mask, him dominating you.

the erotic sound of his cock thrusting into you filled the room and mingled with your moans and grunts.

- harder, please fuck me harder, you begged, letting your forehead fall back against the counter, eyes closed.

- you want me to fuck you harder ? he said playfully, fine then, i’ll fuck you harder.

he did as you asked, but first by slowing down his thrusts, you then let out some moans as you arched your back, but then he thrust more brutally, deeper into you, all the while being fast. you opened your mouth in pleasure, before going back to biting your lip.

his bare hand grabs your waist and uses it as leverage to thrust into you, leaving you little or no time to adjust as he drives deep into you.

he pulls you back, using his grip on your wrists as your pussy tightens around his cock under his thrusts.

after a few more strokes that made you feel disoriented to the point where it was hard to keep your eyes open. a small noise near you caught your attention, you reopened your eyes breathing hard, and noticed the ghostface mask right next to you, he'd just pulled it off. your eyes widened in astonishment.

- taking it so well, hm whore ? he said in a taunting tone, the modulator was off, god, you feel amazing, he moaned.

and you recognized that voice.

- e-ethan ?

you couldn't see him, but he was smiling and pounding into you, his curly hair falling back on his forehead with a little sweat on his temples.

without you expecting it, his hand on the back of your neck slid down your throat to pull you back to his torso, your hands tied behind your back making the position slightly uncomfortable, but when you let your head fall below his shoulder to look up at him, you forgot the discomfort.

you couldn't believe it, ethan, the shy, dorky guy you were so close to.

- hi baby, surprised ? he smirked devilishly.

- i- you tried to speak, but another of his blows triggered a soft moan.

he laughed again, his eyes never leaving your face, watching as your eyebrows furrowed and your mouth opened in pleasure. he tightened his hand around your neck enough to reduce the air passing through to your lungs, and again he felt you tighten around him.

- look at you, what a little slut. you look so pretty with my hand around your throat.

wanting to look at him, you opened your eyes again, your eyes met and you noticed how dark his gaze was as I'd never seen it before. his hand on your hip began to rub your clit deliciously while he was thrusting in you.

he leaned over and placed his lips against yours to kiss you passionately, not giving you a chance to breathe, you kissed him back without hesitation, which made him smile.

when the kiss ended and you parted, you looked up at him again, his hand still around your neck. you let out at surprised gasp when he forced you to bend over once more, removing his hand from your throat to move it into your hair, which he grabbed to pull you back.

you found yourself in the same position as before, your back curved and your head tilted back. you could see him, but instead of the ghostface mask, you saw ethan's angelic face, who wasn't actually so angelic.

his grip on your hair made you groan, and you'd never have suspected this dominance from mindy's number one suspect.

- open your mouth.

damn.

you opened your mouth as he asked, tongue out, with a doe eyed gaze that made him growl. he leaned closer and spat into your mouth.

- swallow it.

and you did. you swallowed without replying under his eager gaze. you stuck out your tongue to prove it, god, you were sure you looked so dirty like that. his gloveless hand found its way to your cheek, and he patted it before caressing it with a delicacy that contradicted the brutality of his strokes that made you stammer.

- that’s it. you’re being very good baby.

the praise pushed you to give him a fucked up smile. the more time passed, the more you felt that knock in your lower belly. you were close,and ethan could feel it too by the way you tightened around him.

- s-shit, e-ethan, i’m close.

- i know, baby, cum for me.

with his hand pulling your hair tighter so he could get a better view of your face to see you cum, before long, you were cumming and felt your legs trembling under the intensity, and when you came, you let out the prettiest sound without worrying whether your neighbors heard you or not.

he let go of your hair, and both his hands bestially gripped your hips, he was close too, you felt overstimulated but you knew he was going to cum soon so you

let him use you. he muttered "fuck" under his breath, and cummed as he sank deep inside you, stopping his thrusts to stay deep inside you. he tilted his head back, his adam's apple perfectly visible and you didn't have to look at him to know he must be incredibly beautiful like that.

[takenbyjenna]

Confessions

Tara Carpenter x Fem!reader In which, Tara drags you to a party, and ends up confessing TW: mentions of alcohol, slight swearing ig

Tara: Hurry up

Y/N: give me a second

The door swung open, and you flinched, turning around to look at Tara. "Were you waiting outside my door?", She smiled sheepishly, shrugging innocently.

"You're stalling!" she argued, walking to stand next to you.

She grabbed the pirate hat on your dresser and stuck it onto your head with a grin. She had begged you to match with her, how could you say no? She reached out to fix your hair, then took your hand and dragged you out of the bathroom.

"Tara, I really don't want to go" you grumbled, gently tugging her arm.

"You promised! besides, it'll be fun."

The two of you stepped outside and began walking to Chad's car. As soon as he saw you, he honked his horn, sticking his head out the car door with a grin.

"Finally! Jesus, I almost left you two"

Tara opened the backseat door and climbed in. You took the seat next to her, your arms and legs pressed together. "Okay, let's get to this party!" Chad cheered as he pulled away from your apartment.

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The house was damp with sweat, and the smell of alcohol stung your nose. You pushed your way through the crowds of people dancing, a plastic cup held tightly in your hand.

Mindy called out your name when you entered the living room, and she waved you over. You grinned, stumbling over to her and sitting down in the empty seat next to her. She leaned forward to yell over the music.

"Hey, we were just talking about you! How are you feeling?"

You laughed, holding up the cup in your hand. "Im great!", she nodded, eyebrows raising as she grinned over at you.

"Where is Tara?" you shrugged, deflating a little. She had ditched you as soon as you had arrived, more interested in getting herself a drink. Mindy let out a soft chuckle, reaching over and patting your back.

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You got pulled up to dance at one point, by a girl in one of your classes. She was pretty, with red hair, blue eyes, and freckles.

She was drunk, it was obvious. She had sweat dripping from her face and neck, and the smell of Vodka that was coming off of her was almost too much to bear.

But then you felt a hand on your back, and Tara was beside you, interrupting the girl whose name you couldn't be bothered to know. It was loud, and your mind was too foggy to listen to their conversation. The girl scoffed, pulling her hands off of you as she stormed away. Tara grabbed your hand, tugging you along as she made her way to the kitchen.

"You weren't going to hook up with her or anything, were you?" she had a teasing smile as she stopped at the kitchen table to refill the cup in her hand. She glanced up at you, raising the cup to her lips.

"what the fu- no, Tara, Jesus" you muttered, shaking your head quickly.

She shrugged innocently, taking a large sip. Her throat bobbed as she swallowed, and your eyes drifted down to the drop of the liquid that was trailing down her neck. "Alright, alright, whatever you say"

Conversation flowed easily between you two, and after several more drinks, Tara was motioning you closer, so you leaned down near her cheek. Her lips brushed against your ear as she spoke over the music. "D'you wanna go upstairs? It's crowded down here", you nodded slowly, following behind her as she trudged up the stairs.

She opened the door to a room, stepped inside, and took a seat on the edge of the bed. She fell back, staring up at the ceiling. You closed the door, locking it behind you, and then you took a seat next to her.

"You okay?" you murmured softly, looking over at her. She nodded slowly.

"I'm a little tired. Might've drank a little too much" she yawned, raising a hand up to cover her mouth, and then she pushed herself up, wrapping her arm around your shoulder and pulling you into her side. "You're the best", she mumbled, her shoulders rising as she took a deep breath, "You know that?"

"I know, I'm pretty great" you teased, and she pulled away, a small smile on her face. "Don't get too cocky now", she pointed her index finger at you, grinning as she gently tapped your forehead.

There was a comfortable silence. You could see Tara staring at you from the corner of your eye, but you didn't make eye contact, too nervous you'd say something stupid.

She leaned forward, resting her chin on your shoulder. She nudged your cheek with her nose, hoping to get your attention, but when you kept your gaze on your lap, she frowned. She put her hand on your cheek and turned your head to face her.

"Hey" she whispered, you could smell the alcohol that was lingering on her breath. "I need to tell you something. m'kay?", you nodded, sending a comforting smile.

She lets out a heavy sigh, laying her cheek on your shoulder. "I think that- well...I know that I like you...a lot. Like- more than friends, you know?"

You blinked in surprise, taken back by her confession. Your heart was beating so hard, you felt like it was going to pop out of your chest. "Woah, what?"

"I like you...like, I wanna be with you"

"you're drunk, Tara" you mumbled. She pulled away, furrowing her eyebrows and shaking her head slightly.

"That doesn't matter, I know what I'm saying" she spoke softly. "I've had a crush on you for... a while", you bit back your grin, but you couldn't stop the nervous chuckle that left your mouth.

"I like you too" she smiled, her eyes crinkling as she glanced down at her lap.

"Yeah, I kinda thought so. You're a little obvious" she murmured, a tired chuckle leaving her mouth. Your mouth dropped open, and you gently nudged her side, before pulling her back towards you.

"You wanna go home?" you asked, slowly rubbing her forearm. "Sleep sounds really nice right now. I'm gonna have a horrible headache tomorrow", you groaned at the thought, earning a small chuckle from Tara. She nodded, and you stepped out of the bedroom and down the stairs, her hand in yours.

On your way out, you saw Mindy, who was still sitting down on the couch. She grinned at you, raising her hand as she gave you a thumbs up.

[hannahhook7744]

My Wife Is Dead (And So Is A Part of Me);

Summary: We see a glimpse of Prince Christopher Charming’s reaction to his wife's death. But we don't see what he's thinking.

Trigger Warnings: Grief, denial, spousal/parent deaf, mention of ill children, etc.

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There were many moments that Prince Christopher Rupert Windermere Vladimir Carl Alexander François Reginald Lancelot Herman Gregory James Charming (or Kit, as he much preferred these days) could pinpoint as the worst moment of his life. 

The day his son came home flinching at even the mere mention of his ex-girlfriend after the Queen of Mean incident.

The day he found out what kind of things his son got up to in highschool.

The day his mother died. 

The day his father died. 

The day he and Ella found out they both had fertility issues. 

The day they found out their little miracle, Chloe, had a heart condition.

But none of them were compared to what the royal was currently feeling as he stared at his wife’s shattered heels. 

The very heels that had led him to her. 

The heels that his Ella never let out of her sight—which could only mean one thing. One very horrible thing. 

He couldn't hold back the…fear? Anger? Horror? Grief? Repulsion? “What have you done?” 

Bridget—no, not Bridget. 

(This vile woman wasn't sweet, fun loving Bridget who wouldn't hurt a fly. This woman was a monster and an imposter in her skin, wearing her face and claiming her name. 

A name she didn't deserve.

Bridget was dead and Uliana's crew had killed her. Creating a monster out of the soulless husk that remained—creating The Queen of Hearts). 

The Queen of Hearts just smiled smugly down at him. Completely unrecognizable to anyone who had previously known her. “Not so funny now, am I?”

Charming swallowed, refusing to take his eyes off of the shattered shoes that his wife had loved so much. Knowing already what had happened to Ella but not wanting to believe it. 

Not wanting to believe that his wife's former best friend had actually killed her over a stupid, awful prank that had happened years ago that neither he or she had any involvement in. 

“No. What… no…”

Ella couldn't be dead. 

Not by Bridg—the Queen of Hearts’ hand.  

Not so soon. 

Not when he still needed her. 

Not when Chloe and Chad were still so young and still needed her. 

The Queen just cackled at him. As if she had told the funniest joke in the world. As if she hadn't just murdered one of only people who'd stood by her in highschool when she'd had no friends and didn't get along with her family.

“No! No!”

Chloe's heart wouldn't be able to take this.

Chad wouldn't be able to take this in general. 

Ella couldn't be gone. 

She couldn't.

She was too young to be gone already. She hasn't done all of the things she had wanted to do to change the world for the better. 

It wasn't fair. 

Ella didn't deserve to go out like this. 

The dark haired man didn't even try to bite back his tears as he tried to collect the broken pieces of the love of his life’s shoes—the shoes his daughter and son had loved to hear stories about. The shoes she wore almost daily. The shoes she'd been wearing when they'd met Chad before he'd become their son. 

All while the wicked Queen of Hearts continued to cackle. Uncaring that she had shattered his heart along with Ella—her best friend–’s shoes. 

Uncaring that she'd made him feel more helpless than he'd ever felt in his whole life.

She truly wasn't Bridget anymore.

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As the Queen's guards dragged him away to be with the rest of the hostages, Christopher could only hope that the Queen of Hearts would be stopped before either of his children could befall the same fate as their mother.

(The same fate he and everyone else in school would likely face). 

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

Peyton painting that mural though. Okay. What did it actually say? Do you know what the quote is? 'cause I kept trying to read it and I couldn't catch it. -Bethany

It's the end of Lucas's book. It's the whole thing about how like love remade him and.. -Sophia

Made me like young again. Made me whole again. And it's a picture of the comet smashing into all of it. -Hilarie

Oh man. I've really missed that. -Bethany

And and he says it, it what it looks like at least is that in his writing of that final paragraph, he says, I will always love you, like in, in it at some point. 'cause you can see that kind of at the bottom of the comet and then she does the like return Return Yeah. On the computer screen thing and says, I will always love you Peyton. So yeah, she like gave him his book back. -Sophia

Really? Made me miss the River court. Damn. That shot of Chad standing in the middle of the quote. -Bethany

The big aerial shot. -Sophia

There was so many epic artistic shots and moments in this episode. -Bethany

[ultrameganicolaokay]

Roxxon Presents: Thor by Al Ewing and Greg Land. Variant cover by Adi Granov. Out in April.

"From the pages of IMMORTAL THOR – the ROXXON AGE OF COMIXX BEGINS!

In his secret identity as A.I. spokesguru CHAD HAMMER, the son of Odin knows Mama Gaea is a TOP PRIORITY for heroes AND for business!

But when a group of insane environmental activists take "saving the Earth" TOO FAR, it's time to show them the wisdom on BOTH sides – AS THOR!

But WHICH God of Evil is prompting the kids to rebel? Could it be… LOKI, GOD OF EVIL???

Featuring an all-star cast of heroes! MINOTAUR! EXECUTIONER! ENCHANTRESS! And the THOR-TRUCK!

This is the story of THE ROXXIN' THOR… and it's a VITAL part of the "ABSOLUTE ABSOLUTION" MEGA-EVENT!"

[triglycercule]

ok horror didn't go through all the different hundreds and thousands of resets that dust (and killer) went through sure but like. he went through something id consider pretty similar???? because through 7 years there HAD to have been a plethora of humans falling down into horrortale like we can see the countless amount of people that died there in toriel's home or in blue snow or in grillby's or even just that first human that aliza hides behind when she first enters snowdin!!!!!!!

and (i dont really know where this rant is going i will not lie 💀) horror (the prick he is) has to see all these humans he has to meet them and introduce him to all of them and at what point does it just turn into routine for him?? they all just blend into one skin colored bipedal figure and the only important part of them are their insides (which i could go on and on about how gross that probably is 🙁🙁) and how them eventually all fall to their deaths

everyone in horrortale is far too gone to particularly care anyways if aliza wasn't so smart and lucky (plot armor SMH) nobody except horror and paps would probably remember her name. and horror would only remember to add a name to the list of "spices" that are in papyrus's spaghetti and then forget it all again. it's all just an endless cycle of human falls down and eventually dies. nobody in horrortale cares enough (if the human doesnt make some sort of big event happen like how aliza stood up to undyne (i doubt snowdin monsters gaf about her b4 that aside from eating her)) and in the end theyll just turn into food again and then the cycle repeats. its kinda like a reverse dusttale (❓❓❓) where instead of the monsters dying over and over to the human's hands it's humans dying over and over to horror's hands

and now that i've established that 🤓👆 time to tie the trio into this! i mean technically dusttale is a loops of both those things happening with the human killing the underground over and over and then dust killing them in the end??? so i think both dust and horror could relate to that?????

a repeated cycle of a human entering the underground and eventually dying,,,, feeling everything go back to a fixed state (literally with dust's resets and a bit more metaphorically with snowdin not caring all that much in horrortale)

having to start off disgusted with killing and then eventually learning to find enjoyment in it (likely because satisfaction of death is the only reprise from the repetitive slog and boredom that is their aus),,,,

somehow feeling guilt for everyone in their world because of what you've doomed them to by your own hands but also being over it and having grown apathetic. theyre still alive. dust sees his underground alive all the time and so does horror his underground's still (mostly) alive. but dust's underground doesnt survive longer than a few minutes now when they see eithe him or the human (so does it even count as life or is it just a barely fufilled light snuffed out) and horror practically already considers them all dead men walking and theyll all probably die one day anyway with how things are in horrortale so whats the point in even trying and doing something fufilling when everything is so so so shit??? (on dust's end this next similarity is ambiguous :3)

& also what they did to their respective papyruses and how they feel??? ik horror probably feels like shit for tricking papyrus into eating humans but he did the right thing (in his eyes. his EYE). he made the right choice to trick him even if it was bad it was the only thing he could do to help snowdin (sure as hell better than undick's choice to try and use him as cannon fodder for the core) and dust i feeeeel would have a similar thought process. papyrus shouldnt die he doesnt deserve to die but its what needs to be done. he's giving papyrus the longer end of the stick by killing him because its better than being killed by the HUMAN. he doesnt like it but he does it anyway because its what "needs" to be done!!! more similarity,,,,,,, esuaghhhh mtt parallel,,,,,,,

how many more similarities can i milk out. i dont know but anyways i doubt they'd bother talking to eachother about their feelings on this because gawddamn these guys and vulnerability!!! horror wouldn't tell a soul (especially not some freak version of him that killed everyone with some cheap excuse that it was to save them from some freaky human that dust swears he should remember but doesnt. but for the sake of this rant just pretend they dont know about eachother's lore :3) about what he did and what happened in horrortale because THATS HIS BUSINESS!!! dont stick ur head into stuff that youre not involved in PRICK he never gave permission for dust to know that

and dust wouldn't tell either because (i think!!! this part is just me fanonizing dust's reason necessary for this part of my silly horrordust rant. also obligatory "this is all my fanon interpretation of them" because i ran out of space in tags) he doesn't think horror would relate nor would be care. he's gotten too used to not telling anybody what he's doing or why or explaining himself to those he knows and loves back in dusttale so why would he even tell any of that to some random stranger with his only connection to him being that they both used to be the same person b4??

he wouldn't horror wouldn't and they both live in not so blissful ignorance about eachother and just how similar they are. or maybe they only know surface level and make up assumptions and stereotypes because they dont care enough or simply just dont have any attachment invested into eachother to want to actually think things through

TRIGLYCERCULE THIS IS TOO LONG I DIDN'T READ!!!!!! ok 🤣🤣🤣 tldr horror has many parallels and similarities with dust that would only be realized by them if they got self aware enough (which like. when is that ever happening). maybe if they cared enough and liked eachother enough they'd probably bond over their shared similarities,,,,,,,, aka by hunting down horrortale frisk

[zappedbyzabka]

NEVER FORGET

[bubmyg]

love that the teams for the various ads bts do always seem, without fail, to stumble across the fact that yoongi loves basketball n thus have one as a prop for him or write it into the script somehow. like why is he shaking his ass holding a basketball in a gum ad

[woodsborostabathon]

liv mckenzie really had the worst 3 days of her life and then died 😭

[lovers-instead]

I'm sorry I deceived you. / I'm sorry I couldn't tell you.

[deliciouspirateangel]

here’s my bingo predictions for scream 6 uwu. think these are pretty self explanatory except i had a * on sam’s dreams specifically bc of the shots in the trailer where tara and sam are running and sam is behind tara and she hits the wall then it cuts and ghostface hits the wall the same way so. i think that’s her dreaming she’s ghostface is all xoxo

[fanficmom94]

He doesn't pass he doesn't play part 1

With Chad powers coming up I wanted to do something centered around this I obviously know Glen isn't in high school but I thought it would be fun this is also based off my own personal memories of helping 3 football players pass a history class we were in together.

Y/N POV

I step into the coach's office which was a first for me he also double as our history teacher I knew I had an A in his class so I knew I hadn't done anything wrong recently, I look around and see the coach and Chad the quarterback of the football team. He was in my history class but we had never spoken to each other I go over to the empty chair and sit down the coach looks away from his computer and looks at me "Y/N thank you for coming during the home room period Mr. Powers here seems to be needing some assistance." I blink somewhat confused. Chad was popular, he had a ton of friends a huge group of people he sat with during lunch and so far in the last six months he had gone through several girlfriends what he could possibly need from me I had no clue. "I'm happy to help in anyway I can what does he need?" I look over at him curiously he doesn't answer but coach does "For the next few weeks I am going to move him next to you in class let him use your notes, help him out with projects, the study sheet anything that has to do with the class to get his grades up." I blink surprised the coach was wanting me to help Chad cheat just for football?

Chad's POV

I didn't see why the coach was making such a big deal about this I didn't think I was going to need history in my future I knew I had a really good chance of making it at college and even going pro someday but him and my mom were both on my case about my failing history grades. Old men and dates didn't seem like something I would use in my every day future he hadn't been wrong about who he picked to help me bring the grades up though I hadn't spoken to Y/N before but I would give her credit she was very smart when it came to history she always answered the class questions, always knew the years and dates of important battles and events, she made the highest grade on every test and during the classroom review games the rest of the class always wanted her on their team because she always helped them win and got extra test points. If it meant me getting to play I would let her do the homework, pick the project and help me with the test just as long as she kept me on the football field.

Y/N POV

I stand up and walk out of the office a little irritated but I didn't want to let down a teacher and it was only one class it wouldn't be much trouble especially since I was doing so well in it I'm brought out of my thoughts when I feel someone tapping on my shoulder. I turn and see Chad standing behind me "what is it?" He leans against the wall "you've got me covered on this project right you can pick the topic and everything?" I take a deep breath to calm myself so I don't hit him in the hallway. I didn't want to get suspended or anything for bullying especially him he would probably get it to go his way. "I'll pick the topic, do the power point think you can at least handle the presentation part?" hopefully he could at least handle reading off of a few slides on a power point it wasn't that difficult. He smiles a bit and nods quickly "I can handle that thanks for getting me out of this mess." He looks ahead and I turn my head and see one of the cheerleaders walking down the hall I roll my eyes as he jogs off after her and puts his arm around her shoulder as they walk off.

[virginburial]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ SCREAM AND ST READERS! my request box is open! i'm bored. this is an invitation for you to request me blurb ideas :DD

[wellhaughtdamn]

A collection of one-shots revolving mainly around the Carpenter Sisters.

Prompts open.

[dastardlydandelion]

o h m y g o d

what if there are nine new ghostfaces. what if. one movie nine killers.