#sidney prescott fic

[madwomansapologist]

Hey could I please request scream Sidney Prescott x fem reader maybe whose a bit younger, some smut with mommy kink

my sweet princess | sidney prescott

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synopsis: No matter how bad your day was, when you get home everything will be alright. Because you have someone to hold you when everything is awful. And because Sidney will fuck you into oblivion if she needs to.

warnings: female!reader. murder as a joke. smut. age gap. mommy kink.

note: thank you for your request. i'm sorry i took so much time to write it, this year was hard for me. hope you like it!

When the key finally fit the lock, tossed your puse on the couch, let down your hair and tossed your shoes without any caution. You marched towards your room and threw yourself on the bed, and buried your face on the pillows.

"Bad day?" Sidney's croon voice reached your ears.

It immediately changed your line of thought. You could picture Sidney leaning in the doorway. "I hate my boss," you murmured, muffled by the pillows. "He makes me think that murder shouldn't be such a big deal."

Sidney chortle. You heard her steps around your shared bedroom, and felt when she knelt on the mattress. You body swayed as she crawled to lie beside you. A gasp escaped from your throat as Sidney stroked your hair. You melted against her hand.

"Okay," Sidney said serenely. Her fingers were so warm against your head. "The world prettiest princess to ever exist is a little bit insane and so what? I couldn't blame you."

You turned to see her beautiful face. Sidney's hot breath reached you. "I'm the world prettiest princess?

"Of course," her fingertips carressed your cheeks and grazed your jaw. "But you're mine. You know that, right? You're only mine." Sidney squeezed your chin.

"Only yours," you smirked.

Sidney leaned into you. She grabbed your hip, pulling you closer, and bit your lips. "My sweet little princess," Sidney kissed you. "Mine," she whispered against your mouth, her tongue exploring yours. "Only mine."

If you hadn't before, now you were completely at her mercy. Feeling her hands squeezing your body, her tongue carresing yours, her body over yours: Sidney was right. Completely right. You were hers. Nothing would ever change that.

"Want me to calm you down, princess?" Sidney's fingers rubbed against your thighs. "All you need to do is ask."

"Please," you whispered against her lips. Sidney propped herself up on her elbows, her mouth exploring your neck. You closed your eyes, and hold her hand. You stroked it while hiking it up your thigh, up your skirt. "I need you, mommy."

Sidney moaned against you neck. "You always know how to please me, don't you?" She rubbed her knuckles against your panties. Her fingers pushed it away, but she didn't touch your sex. "Do you think you deserve it?"

You licked your lips. "I hope so."

Happy with your response, Sidney decided you deserves more than just a touch. You're being such a good little girl, you deserve better. Without further warning, Sidney knelt down between your thighs.

She didn't bother to take off your skirt. Sidney didn't mind that. She just stuck her face between your legs, one hand pulling your panties aside, and slid her tongue over your pussy.

You squirmed. A moan escaped your tongue, your eyes closed without you even thinking about doing that. You just got lost, drunk on her. "Thank you, mommy."

Sidney moaned against your sex. The vibrations felt so good. Her tongue against your labia, her thumb playing with your entrance, her nose against you clit. Sidney made You could feel yourself soaking her face.

When you thought that it couldn't get better, she grabbed your hips and pulled you close to her. You hold her hair, but you didn't pulled it. You just need something to hold you. "Please," you whimpered. "Don't stop."

Sidney wouldn't dream of it. Not while she could feel you throbbing against her tongue. Or your fingers intertwined on her hair. Not with you begging so meekly. "As you wish."

Your thighs squeezed her face. Your hand pushed her head towards you, bringing her closer. And if Sidney pleasing you, you tremble against her tongue. "Thank you," you whispered, still seeing smudges on your eyelids. "Thank you."

"Still planning murder, princess?" Sidney kissed your thighs. Even with your eyelids closed you could see her smile.

You chuckled. "No," licked your lips. "Not anymore."

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[sapphicgraphixx]

What's your favorite scary movie? 📞👻

CW: Blood

forgot to post this one but here's Rhaenyra and Alicent dressed as Billy Loomis and Sidney Prescott from Scream for Halloween ❤️🔪 🩸💋

inspired by awesome @somebodytoundress rhaenicent college AU fic 😮‍💨

love that i got to combine two of my favorite things with this one 🫣

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[loomiseater]

looking for scream and criminal minds moots!!!!

[wazzappp]

@rokhal I’m really really fucking normal about the new chapter dude. Not frothing at the mouth or anything. Not even chewing on the bars of my enclosure if you would believe it…

[yameoto]

( う-´)づ︻╦̵̵̿╤──💥(˚☐˚”)/ SCREAM

i write for romantic, platonic, familial etc. and yes. smut too. reminder that all requests will be interpreted romantically unless otherwise stated !

WHO DO I WRITE FOR?

scream 1-4: sidney prescott, jill roberts scream 5-6: samantha carpenter, tara carpenter, amber freeman

WHO DO I BOT FOR?

ALL main characters. (1996-2023)

INDIVIDUAL CHARACTERS.

▸ billy loomis

botlist

▸ sidney prescott

foreplay | milf!sidney, dom!sid, sub!reader

▸ samantha carpenter

botlist headcanons | your ex-babysitter ! headcanons | your girlfriend as ghostface !

▸ tara carpenter

botlist headcanons | your girlfriend as ghostface !

▸ amber freeman

botlist

▸ others.

[m3ang0thgrlfrnd]

mean!soft dom!stu brainrot<3 .

a/n - back in my poly!ghostface thirst era, i'm not apologizing either. this blurb was made a while ago and i published it on my old tumblr stuillyspsychogf , so if this seems familiar that's why . happy reading everyone <3 !!

content warning - overstimulation, coercion, manipulation (kind of?) , breeding/creampie ig , pet names, mocking. tell me if i missed anything.

There were tears in your eyes as you were on the edge of your third orgasm of the night.

"P-please.. can't take anymore." You whimpered out. It was barely even audible. But Stu heard you.

Stu pulled out of your walls slowly just to slam back into them a second later.

Stu's mouth hovered over your right ear panting heavily and breathing shakily for a few minutes before saying, "Sure you can, sweetheart. You've been such a good girl for me, you really want to stop now?" He asked before slowly pushing himself further into your pussy, hitting your g-spot which caused your toes to curl and your fingers intertwine with the white satin bedsheets.

You softly let out a string of moans, your back arching, before letting out a weak mumble. "N-... n-no."

Stu let out a breathy laugh before he pulled out some then pushed right back in, hard.

Stu let out a few groans of pleasure, rocking his hips into you with a rhythmic thrust, absolutely loving the sounds of your squelching pussy tightening on his cock. He felt like he was on Cloud 9, like he had found nirvana.

Stu's hands reached the front of your neck, bringing your ear up to his mouth."Such a fucking good girl, aren't you?" He cooed into your ear as you moaned and nodded your head, feeling your pussy getting impossibly wetter by his voice.

"Say it baby. Say that you're my good girl." He demanded you as he started fucking into you harder, making it impossible for you to keep in your scream.

He wanted to drive you over the edge, he wanted to see you break, wanted to see you cry. And he wanted to be the reason for it.

Stu tightened his grip on your neck, "Any time now, angel." He taunted you, a sick grin on his face as he watched you turn red in the face.

You brung your index and middle finger up to Stu's hands, and tapped them, signaling you needed to say something. Stu took his hands off of your neck, bringing his arm to it instead, but not choking you.

"I-I-.. I'm your-" You cut yourself off with a moan as Stu kept on hitting your g-spot over and over again, groaning into your ear as your cunt clenched on his cock.

"I'm y-your good g-girl, Stu! Fuck!" You cried out, the tears in your eyes rolling down your cheeks as you started to sob from the feeling of overstimulation.

Stu pulled out of you, the sound your juices sloshing out of your pussy. He turned you around, your face facing his, his facing yours.

He let the swollen red tip of his cock tease your clit, moving it up and down extremely slowly causing you to mutter a string of curses under your breath before slamming back into you.

"St-Stu!" You screamed so loudly you were sure the neighbours could hear you.

Stu grinned at you, "You're doing so good, Y/N. I'm almost there.. fuck!" He groaned out, his rhythm turning into an untimely thrust.

His face got closer to your neck as you tangled your hands into his hair, gripping on it so hardly like it was the only thing that connected you two. Stu moaned in mixture of pain and pleasure.

You could feel that you were close. "P-please, Stu! I'm gonna cum!" You cried out.

"Go on, angel. Cum for me. Let the whole fucking town know how good I'm fucking you." He said into your neck.

That was all the approval you needed as your third orgasm ripped through you. Your thighs shaking, your moans and screams getting louder as you let the hot white take over you.

It didn't take Stu that long after to cum. After a few more thrusts, he slowed down, a few mutters of your name coming out of his mouth, as he came deep inside of your cervix.

[ratsarecute4]

5 times Billy shows his love through actions, +1 time he shows it through words

───⊱♡⊰───

Written for Day 7 of Stuilly Week 2024 organised by @kikiteaa

[ghastlyfilters]

TRAIL OF TEARS !

— “THE WORST IS OVER NOW. AND WE CAN BREATHE AGAIN. I WANT TO HOLD YOU HIGH, AND STEAL MY PAIN.. AWAY.”

pairing; randy meeks x gn!reader

summary; when randy turns up at your door appearing to be a tad bit down in the dumps, he tries not to make the reason behind it known. that is, until you can tell the poor love needs a little extra comfort.

author’s note: some randy content seeing as this fandom lacks in it!! also this is more platonic than romantic!

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

If I live to see, the seven wonders!

I’ll make a path to the rainbow's end..

You were slowly swaying to the soft beat of Fleetwood Mac’s ‘Seven Wonders’ through your headphones. God, you loved Stevie Nicks.

I'll never live to match the beauty, again..

You’d only came down to the kitchen to get a snack, but why not take the voice of Stevie with you at the same time?

The music was only playing faintly in your ears, enough for you to hear a knock at the door. Multiple friends had gave you advice on not having your volume up too loud, ranting about how you wouldn’t be able to hear shit as you grew up.

You weren’t exactly one for caring, but whatever..

Removing the headphones, you quickly turned the song off, wondering why the hell someone was at your house at 11:30pm on a Saturday night.

Plus, you were home alone. So that really didn’t make the eerie feeling any better.

You opened the front door to see Randy shivering under your porch, soaked to the bone. His nose was bright red and his eyes looked rather watery.

“Jesus, Randy! Why aren’t you at home? It’s pissing down outside!” You scolded, ushering him into your house.

“Sorry,” He sniffled, following behind. “I didn’t wake you, did I?”

You laughed. “Me? Being asleep by this time? Please. I’m an insomniac for god’s sake.”

“Right..”

You cocked your head to the side, squinting your eyes slightly. Something was off about him. Very off..

“Are you sick?” You asked.

“No.”

Somehow, Randy just wasn’t Randy tonight. He wasn’t as loud as usual. Not even that, you were still surprised he was here stood in front of you. Randy would never turn up to your house unexpected and uninvited. The thought of disrupting other people’s privacy made him awkwardly uncomfortable. Especially at this time of night.

“Cmon up to my room, it’s cosier in there.” You motioned for him to follow you upstairs. Yes, your snack and headphones were both being abandoned back in the kitchen, but curiosity was getting to the best of you on behalf of why Randy had showed up like this.

When the two of you finally reached your room, you took his drenched coat from him, hanging it up nearby.

“So, what’s up?” You said, flopping down onto your back. Randy just quietly sat down on the foot of your bed.

He just sort of shrugged his shoulders, anxiously not really knowing what to say.

Now you definitely knew something was up. It was one thing if he was slightly awkward, but Randy Meeks giving someone the silent treatment? Nah, shit was getting weird.

You watched as he fiddled around with his rings, his hands beginning to shake.

“Randy?”

He finally looked up at you, ready to break at any moment. Tears began to spill out of his crystal blue eyes. Your heart sank when you saw his little lip quiver. It was obvious the poor love was desperately trying to keep everything in, but it was no use.

“Oh, Randy.” You whispered, sitting up and pulling the distraught, younger boy into a deep hug.

His sobs were muffled as he cried into your shoulder, just hearing them made you want to burst into tears yourself. Randy was never one to cry, ever.

He was willing to listen to other people when it came to them being upset, but no one had ever wanted to give him the same sort of action back.

Your friend group always saw him as some geeky idiot, following you guys around during all this years for whatever reason. Though, you would never bring yourself to agree.

Randy was only a regular teen, trying to enjoy himself most times. Whether it be making his best attempt to get people to laugh, or blabbing on about all movie genres he loved, you liked having his presence nearby you.

No matter the joke, he sure as hell always managed to get a giggle out of you. You’d remember that.

Pulling away from you, Randy wiped at his eyes furiously. “God, fuck.. i’m so sorry Y/n. You shouldn’t have to put up with this shit. I better go-”

“Randy Meeks don’t you dare apologise for being a human in front of me, boy!”

He chuckled slightly, still rubbing away at his now tired eyes. You offered him a tissue from the box nearby, motioning for the flustered male to take some.

He took a couple and thanked you, dabbing them around his nose. Now was your chance to get to the bottom of why he was in this current state.

“Okay stinker, spill. What’s wrong with ya?” You blurted out in a goofy tone regularly used by your other friend, Stu, rather than yourself. It didn’t matter. If it was willing to make Randy happy again, you’d do it.

On cue, Randy let a small laugh escape his lips. “If I do tell you, you won’t say anything to them, right?”

By them, you knew he was referring to Billy, Stu and Tatum. Sidney would never judge, but you and Randy both knew better than to trust the others with keeping their mouths shut about drama. Especially when it involved tears.

“Course I won’t.” You smiled softly at him, placing your hand on top of his larger, yet shakier one.

Randy sighed, scratching his chin. “You uh- you know Leslie from Science class?”

You bit your lip as you already knew what was coming. “Yeah, your… um- girlfriend?”

“I guess that term didn’t age well..”

‘Man, this kid would be in a grave before anyone would allow him to settle down and be happy..’ You said to yourself, internally. You’d always pitied him. He never seemed to get a break.

“Eh, her loss. In two years time she’ll be flashing her shit all over town. You deserve better, Randy. Much better.”

He perked up a little at your words. “You mean that?”

You giggled. “Why wouldn’t I? You’re a good kid. Plus, I think Sid might have her eye on you.”

Randy raised both his eyebrows with surprise. Billy and Sidney were over one another and had broken up quite a while ago. The only couple still surviving in the gang was Tatum and Stu. But even at that, it was only really constant playfulness and flirting. Nothing the rest of you were sad that you had to miss out on.

“Hell, i’d never even thought of that.” He smirked.

“See!” You beamed. “There’s plenty of fish in the sea for you horror nerds.”

He rolled his eyes and snorted at your snarky joke, but he’d always feel comfortable knowing that when you added in little comments like that, they would always be nothing but a JOKE. Nothing more, nothing less.

You took a brief look at your watch. “Oft, it just hit midnight.”

“Shit!” He cried. “I gotta get back! I only told my Mom and Martha that i’d be home within an hour.”

“Relax, i’m home alone for the weekend, just crash here. We’ll order food from wherever the hell is open right now. You can call your mom from the house phone and explain. Perhaps we can have a late movie night?” You offered.

“I’d like that.” Randy smiled.

[trashno0dle]

promoting my silly scream role swap au again because i finally updated after several months <3

summary:

Billy Loomis was sixteen- going on seventeen years old when his parents divorced and his mother abandoned him, leaving him mostly alone in a world that couldn't understand him, and feeling broken beyond repair. Sidney Prescott was sixteen years old when she stood before the corpse of her mother's killer. Blood dripping down her front, a red glistening knife clasped firmly in one hand and a plastic mask in the other, with a smile on her lips.

(includes billy/stu, sid/tatum (murder gfs) as well as good ol gale/dewey, my beloveds)

snippet from the newest chapter (7) below

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When noon had passed and the sun was slowly sinking from its peak in the sky, Billy found himself consumed entirely within his thoughts once more. His head felt heavy with the weight of the knowledge that he was currently the target of this masked killer, who could be stalking him right at that very moment, he wasn’t so much scared as he was confused, recalling the phone call he’d had with his attempted murderer the evening prior, they had made it sound as if they knew him in a sense. It was that fact that had him more confused than anything.

‘It’ll be fun Billy, just like old times.’

Just like old times. He’d been scratching his head all night, wondering what that could possibly mean. Of course he found no answers. He wasn’t exactly a detective. Had he not been intimately involved in the case like he happened to be, he wouldn’t think much of it, either the police would catch the murderer or they would kill a few more times, get bored and slip away unnoticed and eventually, become just another topic of Woodsboro gossip as the years passed by. But it couldn’t be that simple, no, of course not.

The killer, whomever they were, had painted a very obvious target on his back. And not just his own, but Stu’s as well, considering they had attempted to frame him and failed. Billy wondered, still, what their goal had been there. If he was correct in assuming the killer in fact was a student like themselves, then they must have known that they were close. Creepy, really, he’d never thought he’d ever have a stalker in his life yet here he was. He wondered if the killer was watching him right now, lurking through the trees in the park, or perhaps from within a car, their eyes never leaving him, constantly vigilant of his every move.

Jesus, get it together. He couldn’t afford to lose himself in total paranoia right now, he needed to be on guard but not so much that he actively lost his mind with the thought of being struck down at any time.

“–again, buddy.”

Billy blinked, snapping himself out of his stupor. Stu was watching him expectantly, a crooked grin pulling at his lips as if amused. Admittedly, Billy hadn’t heard him speak at all.

“What?”

[sapphic-bats]

Hear me out.

Tatum and Sidney went as Roxy and Catherine (Basic Instinct) one year for Halloween, and Stu and Billy went as Phillip and Brandon (The Rope).

[prescottsgirl]

SHE’S SO SOFT LIKE SILK CHIFFON

sidney prescott x tatum riley

summary: emotions are high after an eventual night. tatum and sidney can’t keep their feelings contained anymore at their sleepover. they can’t keep their hands to themselves either.

warnings: none

note: my first tatney/satum fic!! also title is inspired by silk chiffon by muna bc duh

Tatum lightly bobs her head to the soft melody playing and Sidney looks over at the poster on the wall of a shirtless actor. She thinks; she doesn't want to kiss that man as much as she does Tatum. She should feel attracted to that, but the only ounce of attention that picture gets is when Tatum makes her flustered and she has to look at anything else besides her.

She thinks about what it would feel like to kiss Tatum. To think about soft blonde hair, and soft skin, and kissing her best friend. She wants to do each others makeup, and giggle at movies, and paint each others nails, but she also really wants to kiss Tatum.

She notices all the little things about Tatum, and she falls further in love with her. How she wears shirts that barely cover her stomach and she loves to show off her legs with little skirts. But when it was just her and Sidney, she always wore childish pajamas and cuddled with her stuffed animals. Sidney got to see all of her. Not just the Tatum that the boys want to see.

"I think you're going to drill a hole through my wall if you stare at that picture any longer," Tatum says boldly. Sidney turns her head and looks shocked at the fact that Tatum was still even there. She realizes that she was staring right at her.

"What?"

Tatum rolls her eyes at her, but she doesn't do it with malice. "Okay, what's going on?"

"Nothing," Sidney shakes her head, but she continues on talking, "I just— do you think something’s...wrong with me?"

"What?" Tatum now says. She looks offended that her best friend would ever say something negative about herself. "This is going to sound bias but absolutely not. Why? Did grease-ball-Billy say something to you?"

"No," Sidney sharply replies. She broke up with Billy a few weeks ago. She wasn't attracted to him and she didn't think it was fair to continue the relationship. He, still, continues to try and change her mind. "I just— why don't I like Billy? You always tell me how he's so perfect and all the girls love him..."

Tatum sighs and moves over to the other bed that she bought specifically for Sidney when she sleeps over. Somehow they always end up in one bed by the morning. She sits cross cross and is directly facing her best friend. Sidney can smell Tatum's strawberry shampoo from where she sitting, and she can already feel herself falling into a hazy trance.

"So what? You're not attracted to Billy. There are so much better men out there." Tatum says it like it's not big deal, but Sidney's heart sinks and she feels the walls closing in on her.

Tatum notices that Sid's not content with her response. There's something deeper that's bugging her. "You don't need a boyfriend anyways. You have your best friend." Tatum nudges Sidney's shoulder and she only slightly smiles. Right. Her Best friend. That seems to be the problem.

"It's just that every time Billy touches me I just want to be small and run away. But everytime you even hug me I feel safe and it's comforting." Tatum's eyebrows raise at her best friends confession. Sidney doesn't even process what had been said until she sees Tatum's reaction. "Oh. I didn't mean it like—"

"It's fine," Tatum says. She doesn't want Sidney to work herself up, she doesn't want Sidney to stop talking either. "Keep talking."

Sidney was always very smart, but Tatum knew more about love and relationships than her. She was never interested and always had to pretend that she wasn't staring at the women in a romcom when Tatum would make her watch them.

"I know you're my best friend. It's supposed to feel this way."

"What way?" Tatum pushes, because they'll get nowhere if she doesn't. Sidney is good at doubting herself and falling back on her feelings.

"Like...jealous when Stu holds your waist or kisses you," Sidney admits, and her cheeks burn a bright shade of red because deep down she knows that that's not what best friends are supposed to feel. And deep down she knows that she wants to be able to kiss her the way Stu does.

Tatum reaches out and holds onto Sidney's waist. It's awkward because they're sitting down, but Sidney can only focus on the feeling of gentle fingertips on her body. Every time Billy tries to hold her like that, she squirms away. He's too aggressive with it and his fingers poke too hard into her skin. 

"Like this?" Tatum asks, referring to what makes Sidney so jealous.

"Mhm." Sidney's voice is weak and fragile, and if they weren't sitting so close then Tatum wouldn't have even heard her.

"I hate when Billy would touch you like this," she moves her hand down to Sidney's thigh. Closer to her knee than anything because she respects her best friend.

Tatum watches a lump go down Sidney's throat as she swallows down her anxiety. "You got jealous of us too?"

"Mhm," Tatum now says, sounding more sensual than Sidney did. "Made me so mad. Wanna know why?" All Sidney can do now is nod. She really, really, wants to know why, but she forgot how to even speak.

"Because I wanted to do that to you." Tatum whispers it, and they're so close that Sidney actually hears it. She can feel her best friends breath against her face and it makes her shiver. But she's not even cold. Why does she feel this way?

"Well...you— you finally got to," Sidney says and nervously chuckles. She feels like she ruined that moment but Tatum doesn't bat an eye.

"Maybe you should kiss me. So I can get the real idea."

Sidney doesn't even move. She doesn't even know how to do this. She's been in a romantic relationship but this is with Tatum. Her best friend, another woman, someone who actually makes her heart beat faster than it should.

"I don't know how..." Sidney trails off and hopes that her best friend comes to an understanding of her resistance. She wants to kiss Tatum so bad that it's actually dizzying, but she doesn't want to ruin it.

"Kiss me like you kiss Billy."

Sidney feels a boost of confidence with this. Tatum wants her to kiss her. She just wonders if Tatum wants it in the same way she does. She couldn't possibly...right?

Sidney puts her hand on Tatum's jaw so she doesn’t move. And it takes her a minute to actually put her lips on Tatum's. Her skin is just so fucking soft under her fingertips.

She finally moves her face closer. Her lips taste sweet like the cherry lollipops that she always sucks on. And then Sidney can't stop thinking about that goddamn lollipop and the way that her favorite blonde stares her down as she licks it. Suddenly, everything starts to piece together and make sense.

And she doesn't kiss Tatum like she kisses Billy. She kisses her likes she really wants it, like she needs it. That not how she kisses him.

The kiss doesn't last long, but neither of them seem to move more than a couple centimeters away from each other. They stare back at one another like they've witnessed the collapse and creation of the world.

Sidney doesn't know where to go from here. She liked it more than she thought she would.

"Do you feel something right here," Tatum pokes Sidney's stomach as she speaks, "that you don't feel when you kiss Billy?"

Sidney doesn't even want to answer that, because she can hardly even admit to it in the safety of her own head. Her face is a deeper shade of red now and Tatum's bright light is only accentuating that. That itself answers Tatum's question.

All Sidney does is nod and she doesn't understand why she feels the need to cry at this confession. She doesn't though. She just bites her tongue because crying right now would just be embarrassing.

"Me too." Sidney feels a little better at Tatum's same confession. If only it weren't for the nagging anxiety in the pit of her stomach. She wasn't supposed to like this. Her dad probably wouldn't approve and the entire school would be even more disgusted with her than they all already are. "I'm really into you, Sid."

But, suddenly, she doesn't care what anyone else thinks. All that matters is the fact that she just kissed her best friend and liked it. All that matters is that Tatum Riley just admitted to the same feelings Sidney has.

Sidney leans forward and presses her lips against Tatum's again. It's enough to show her that her feelings are certainly reciprocated.

Before Sidney knows it, she's being pushed back on the bed and Tatum's on-top, straddling her. Tatum's never moves her lips away from Sidney's. She can't get enough of the sweet taste of her best friend.

Tatum's blonde hair tickles Sidney's face and her body pressed against her makes her feel warm. But all she can think about is the way Tatum's tongue glides across her bottom lip, or even the way that her breasts press again her body. She thinks she's going to melt in this warmth.

Tatum's the one to pull back. She looks for any sign of discomfort on Sidney's face, but she can't seem to find it. She wants to keep kissing her, making her feel alive, but she can see her best friend is struggling to keep her heavy eyes open.

Maybe they should both sleep now. Maybe they should sleep and clear their heads.

Sidney holds Tatum by the back of her neck and tries to bring her in for more but she doesn't reciprocate it. She worries for a moment that she went too far, but Sidney quickly pushes back those thoughts as Tatum speaks. "You're so tired," she says. And it's the simplest thing in the world. They just made out, they just confessed their feelings, but Sidney's tired and she needs to sleep.

"I know but I wanna kiss you," her words are almost slurred. She's so drunk on Tatum. She needs to make up for all those years that she didn't kiss her best friend.

Tatum plops herself beside Sidney on the bed and before the young brunette can cuddle closer, she's being pulled on top of Tatum by her waist. She didn't know Tatum was that strong. Maybe she's just too sleepy.

She lays her head down on Tatum chest and the blonde girls arm wraps around Sidney's body. She feels so safe here. She hasn't felt so safe and comfortable since her mother died. But nobody can hurt her in Tatum's arms. She can rest. Finally, she can rest without being so afraid.

Tatum could stay up all night to make Sidney feel good, but Sidney was always had a schedule with herself. She would never be able to get up for school if she didn't go to bed. And Tatum cares more about Sidney's needs and wants than her own.

"Goodnight, Sid," Tatum says, and continues in a whisper, "I love you."

She's said it before. Of course she has. She loves her best friend. But now she loves her...girlfriend? Is that what she is now?

Sidney eyes quickly start closing in the comfort of her lovers arms until she's fully asleep. Tatum just watches with a gentle smile on her face. Watches the way her long dark eyelashes flutter, watches the way that her teeth show through the small gap of her parted lips.

She too eventually drifts off.

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Sidney always thinks of Tatum as the sun goes down, and now it rises with her in Tatum's arms. It's a full circle, she's think. She's so glad that circles are never ending.

When Sidney wakes up, she's still in Tatum's arms, and the girl is still sleeping. She knows there's school today, and she's a good girl; she gets good grades and doesn't miss any days of school. But was the feeling of academic success better than this? She'd rather lay here in Tatum's warm arms than sit on a cold hard chair all day. So she simply doesn't wake her up.

Sidney tries to hold in a giggle at the way that Tatum's nose scrunches in her sleep as stray frizzy hair tickles her nose. She bites down on her lip, hardly realizing that she's nearly drawing blood. Her finger lightly trace the outline of the young blondes pale jawline.

She wants to lean down and replace her fingers with her lips, but her desires are interrupted by Tatum's eyes fluttering open. Her dark eyes were flaked with gold and Sidney seemed to be mesmerized by it. It suddenly didn't matter that they had this confusing affair going on. All that mattered was the way Tatum looked at Sidney like the sky rose and fell with her.

"Good morning," Tatum says it first, because she could see how lost Sidney looked.

Neither of them make an effort to move out of each others arms. It was then that they realized that they didn’t need to just sleep whatever happened last night off. They truly wanted what they gave each other.

"Mornin," Sidney responds and Tatum can hardly understand her when the brunette slurs her words with the way her mouth moves again hers.

Tatum's taken back but the sudden confidence in her lover. Her cheeks shine a bright shade of pink in the morning sunlight that peaks through the crack of her sheer curtains. She focuses on how noticeable Sidney's freckles are in the morning light, and the way that her lips are still plump from the kiss. She thinks she can get used to waking up like this.

"We gotta get dressed. Sorry for not waking you." Sidney’s not truly sorry. She knows Tatum shows up late to school most of the time and that she’d rather stay here in bed with her anyways.

Sidney attempts to get up, but Tatum grabs her arm and keeps her in place. There’s something in the way that Tatum grabs her that isn’t so greedy and aggressive. Her heart doesn’t sink when she’s pulled back. She doesn’t wonder if that hand around her arm is going to squeeze too tight until she just explodes. Tatum’s gentle, and her fingertips softly brush against Sidney’s arms while she holds it.

“Not so fast,” Tatum speaks to her in a quiet, tired manner. Her eyes are still foggy with sleep, and her brain is still in a dreamlike state. Maybe it’s just Sidney. Maybe she feels like she’s in a dream because she’s curled up in bed with Sid.

“We’re gonna be late—” Her words are cut off by the soft press of Tatum’s lips shutting her up. She sighs into it. A gentle, content sigh. And suddenly nothing else in the world matters too much.

“Okay now we can get dressed,” Tatum says, and gets up, but it takes Sidney a moment to process it.

-

Tatum sits at her vanity while she finishes up her makeup and begins doing her hair. Sidney’s stands in the background of Tatum’s mirror while she throws her clothes on. The young blonde tries so hard not to be distracted by Sidney’s lacy white bra on her body, or the soft pale skin of her stomach. She tries so hard to focus on her hair.

She gets frustrated as she tries to run a brush through her hair though. It's so frizzy and tangled and the more she brushes it, the puffier it gets. Tatum loves fashion and makeup, but as soon as she has to do her hair, it's a lost cause.

Sidney notices Tatum's struggle and walks over to her. She stands behind her and looks at her through the vanity mirror. "Stop fussing. Do you want me to do two braids for you?" Sidney talks so gentle and all of Tatum's anger flutters away. She picks up her brush before she even gets a response because she can't stand seeing Tatum so frustrated.

"Yeah. Thanks."

Tatum's picky with who touches her hair. In middle school, she was so stubborn that she wouldn't even let her own mother help her brush and style it. She would wait until she got to school to let Sidney do it for her. Sidney was always better at doing hair than she was and it never hurt when she brushes through all the knots for her.

She watched Sidney through the mirror the entire time that her hands work on her hair. Her eyes almost flutter closed as she has her blonde strands brushed through but she's too entranced by Sidney.

When she's done with her task, she looks at the braided hairstyle in the mirror. Instead, she meets Tatum's eyes, locking with hers. It's makes both of their cheeks burn a bright shade of red. Tatum doesn't get embarrassed that often, but this had caught her off guard.

Sidney finally clears her throat and lightly smiles. "All done. Ya like?"

"Love it, Sid. Thank you." They both pretend like it didn't happen. But then Tatum decides to stand up and kiss Sidney's pink cheek. She thinks it adorable how Tatum has to stand on her tippy toes to kiss her, especially with Sidney having a small heel on her boot.

Sidney turns her head to the side so she can properly kiss Tatum this time. Both girls are flustering messes at this point, but neither of them can stop.

"We should go have breakfast before we're late." Sidney says, somehow having Tatum's confidence rubbed off onto her now.

"Breakfast. Right. C'mon."

[madwomansapologist]

Hi! I was wondering if you’d be up to writing an Older!Sidney Prescott x fem reader fic where reader woke up feeling really down and sort of bad mentally and maybe Sidney helps her get out of bed and cheers her up by caring for her and being a total sweetheart?💕

when earth stopped spinning for a day | sidney prescott

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synopsis: Sometimes, when you feel like shit, nothing is going to help you feel better. But sometimes, all you need is good company. And Sidney knows damn well how being alone feels.

warnings: female!reader. hurt/comfort. established relationship. domestic fluff. saphic relationship. no ghostface.

note: as i said, i'm on a hiatus. i planned on writing this just after my birthday, but guess what? my body decided it hate me. my nose is always wet, my throat is dry, my head hurts so bad that i can't get food because when i bend over to get something on the kitchen it starte spinning. i wanna watch my fat greek wedding, but i can't stand to look at things moving. i wanna die. my body wants me dead. my mind too. good for you dear anon who already waited long enough for your request to be done. i hope you enjoy my misery.

Sometimes you just know. It's a deep feeling your bones, a deep feeling you can't ignore. It feels like abandonment. Like falling in disgrace. No one can ignore a castle crumbling, no can ignore the certain of earth turning it's back on you.

It's been like that since you opened your eyes. You looked at the empty glass of water in front of you, noticed the loneliness on your bed, heard the trees moving with the wind outside your house. And as simple as that, as simple as understanding your senses, you knew you wouldn't get out of bed.

You didn't went back to sleep, but you also didn't remain awakened. It was like you mind wandered without your permission, moving throught all the places your body couldn't reach. You just stayed that, glaring at glass, suffocated by your sheets.

You felt haunted.

Seconds later (or minutes, maybe hours, probably centuries), something changed. You didn't noticed before, but now you did. Your glass turned into a cup, and its emptiness turned into thin smoke and the aroma of passion fruit.

That you didn't feel, but you just knew: she was right behind you. Not touching, not when she can see you may not want that. Not talking, as your loud silence took all the space on your shared home. Not doing anything besides being there.

"Hi", you weak voice surprised you. Its being a long time since you last heard it. A long, needed time not hearing anything but the tree leaves.

"Hi", Sidney whispered. You could feel, she was smilling. A small, kind, worried smile. You just knew. "Have you eat anything?" Your lack of response was enough. "You know, I'm almost a masterchef myself. And I'm taking requests."

You chuckle. "No. You're not."

"Is this a challenge?" Her hands found a way into your waist. Feeling Sidney's warm body, you closed your eyes and reached for her hand. You wanted to feel next to someone. Next to her. "I can make you a foie gras, then some cassoulet and finish the day with soupe a l'oignon."

"Do you even know what those are?" You murmured.

"Maybe...?" The silence that came after it was different. It was comfortable. And yet, you didn't feel alone. You mind stayed on your body, and it relaxed a bit against Sidney's body. "Now chose," her voice was profound. Filled with honesty. "You want to talk, for me to take care of you, or to stay like that?"

"Just... stay", you asked. "Don't let me feel lonely."

"I would never do that, baby", Sidney's hand found a place in your hair. "How could I let my muse all alone? Someone must protect her."

"You're such a dork."

"No, no, your dork."

"Idiot", you rolled your eyes. Then, quietly, you added: "My idiot."

When you know, you know. And when it comes about Sidney and her love for you, you just know.

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[kittyamore0]

Hi! Can i request a Slasher with a manipulative, attention seeking reader who will do anything for fame and kill which they already have? Slashers can be any you want!

A/N: ooh! I love the idea of this!

Slashers with a S/O who kills for fame:

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[PART I] RATING: SFW with NSFW mentions

FANDOM/GENRE: Slashers, dark romance, horror

TAGS: @kittiescrownedsoul

POV: Second person

WRITING STYLE: Headcanons

Characters: Carrie White, Jill Roberts, Micheal Myers, and Jason Voorhees

REMINDER: Do NOT transfer, translate, modify, copy or steal my work!

Reader: Quotes that you say will be colored.

Appreciation note: Thank you for 100 followers! Love you guys. Stay safe, healthy, and have fun!

CW: Blood, blood kink, weapons, manipulation, gore, killing, comiting crimes for fame, murder, GN! Reader, framing others, sexual themes, sex mentions

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CARRIE WHITE

She puts it behind her, acts like it never happened.

You were quite popular at Carries school

You had a blog and everything

Among your followers was Carrie

She uses the library computers and even bought one for her use only

We can say she had a crush on you

A BIG one at that

She could see why you were popular at her school

You were kind, smart, pretty/handsome, but sometimes a bit...off?

You would disappear at times and take very long

You got jittery when someone asked where you were and what were you doing

But you quickly put on this 'nice' persona to throw the person off

Huh, weird.

Anyways

Another reason Carrie liked you was because you had helped her out many times

Whenever Chris would try and harass her, you'd stop Chris and defend Carrie

"Oh, c'mon. [Name!], why are you sticking up for shitty Carrie?"

"Because she never did anything to you or anyone else. Shes innocent, so leave her alone before I get Ms. Collins on your ass again, Chris."

cue angry chrissy

You were perfect in her eyes

Sometimes you two would hang out!

And she'd trust you enough to tell you about what her mom does

You obvi saw it as abuse, but you didn't say anything

When you asked her to the prom, she was thrilled

But Chris was so ever pissed

She just broke up with Billy to go to the prom with you, and you're going to the prom with CARRIE WHITE instead of her?!?!

So now she had to go back to Billy, and make a goddamn fool of herself by begging for him to come back!

She planned revenge, and how was she going to get revenge? Well, she planned to take your popularity away by making her more popular than you

You notice she started a blog and started copying trends and things you were doing

She started getting more followers, and thats when you realized what she was trying to do

You were absolutely mad!

Who did this dumb, whore think she is?!

You had to take care of this, and fast.

You invited Chris to coffee the next day and she complied

Carrie was at the library and you gave her a spare key to your house, but that meant that you had enough time to go home and freshen up

Clean up your messy, bloody tracks before greeting your girlfriend

By the time you and Chris finished having coffee, you offered a walk around the nearest park

It was night

You both were walking on a small bridge, before she started choking and scratching at her neck

You had poisoned her

She grabbed the bridge railing and tears spilled from her eyes

That's when you bashed the side of her head with a log, splashing blood on your face, and making her fall face first into the running stream

You used your oversized sleeve to hold the log, dropping it too into the river

By the time you got home, Carrie was there

Which threw you off

She wasn't supposed to be home yet

"Oh, [Name ]"

...

"Oh, my god. What happened to you?!"

"Uhm "

"Are you okay? Who hurt you?!"

"Carrie, let me ex "

"Oh, my god. Oh, my god. We should go to the po "

"Carrie! I did it! I hurt someone..."

...

"W what...?"

“Chris, it was Chris.”

"The girl who...bothers me...?"

"Yes, and she, uhm, she did some things that got me really mad so i...had to..."

Carrie felt sick

Well, one half of her did. The other felt quite...relieved, for some reason...

Carrie didnt talk to you for days

But when she did, she just wanted to put it all behind her

You agreed and became more careful with your murders

You two continued going to prom together, the prank on Carrie didnt happen because Billy was too devastated to continue on

Ater prom, you convinced Carrie that her mother was abusive and that she should go with you

She did.

After all, she does trust you.

JILL ROBERTS

She loves it! You're just like her. You're both soulmates!!

Fell inlove with you instantly

She first found your blog and became an admirer

She found out about your love of the stab movies and what happened in Woodsboro

What happened to her attention seeking cousin, Sideny Prescott...

This couldnt have been a coincidence, right?

Where you two...soulmates?

She loved seeing your post, and would fangirl over your outfits, what you were doing, etc...

She sent you many gifts

All labeled 'Secret admirer'

You thought it was really cute

Always making videos about the gifts she sent you

She was happy to see you liking her gifts

Especially the ghostface mask, plushies, knives, fake blood

She would dream about being ghostface partners with her

With her upcoming plans for Sidney returning back to Woodsboro

And surprisingly, you were also visiting Woodsboro

When she found out, she was absolutely estatic

Where did you live?

Oh, well, luckily you posted a video about showing your front house

She saw the address on the nearby sign that was still on your lawn.

One morning, she happened to stumble across your house

And thats how you met her

She expressed her love for you and your blog right away

"Im such a big fan!"

"You know, im the one who sent the knife, fake blood, not really fake..., ghost face mask, shirt, etc..."

"Oh, really?"

"Yea!"

You found her big liking, love, for you really cute.

So you invited her out to coffee and she was so excited

Practically bouncing off the ground

Kirby had never seen her so happy

You two practically hit off when you met on that coffee date

And you two ended up becoming close friends

Enough that she has caught you murdering one of your haters

But you never knew she knew that

She honestly found it hot

And thats when she brought her master plan to kill Sidney, make herself, and you, famous

You loved it, like she expected

The perfect ghost face duo.

MICHAEL MYERS

A bit annoyed, but mostly doesnt care

He finds it hot

Sex after you've killed

Wants to keep the blood on you if you got messy because BLOOD KINK

No excuses

We all know Micheal would not have a clue on who you are

But, while killing his victims, the computer was on

He managed to catch a glimpse of it and see your face on screen

Your video was playing

Your account was on display

We all know Micheal would not have a clue on who you are

But, while killing his victims, the computer was on

He managed to catch a glimpse of it and see your face on screen

Your video was playing

Your account was on display

He watched a few of your videos, before hearing police sirens

Yep. Victim material you are.

Yes, he wanted to kill you

So he started stalking you a lot

He noticed your habit of seeking out attention, more like fame, a lot

That got him curious about you

You still were gonna be his victim of course

Until...he caught you slaughtering this famous blogger

Damn.

He didnt expect that coming

He just watched you in silence as you stabbed that persons stomach over and over again

After that, he couldnt bring himself to kill you.

Dammit. Why?

He doesnt even know the answer to that himself

And for you, you've known hes been stalking you

So one day, while he was stalking you, you saw him in position and waved at him

While smiling

He just tilted his head in response

How amusing.

from there he realized what hed been feeling

Hes got a harmless crush on you, and lust

So while you were alone, vulnerable, he just happened to sneak into your house

You caught him standing there, head tilted, in your dark hallway

"Hello, Michael,"

You smiled sweetly at him.

JASON VOORHEES

He was annoyed at first, still is a bit

Why? Well, you posted about going to Camp Crystal Lake

So now there were a bunch of weirdos camping there, and trying to meet you 'out of the blue'

When you did get there, he stalked you for a bit

Why werent you going through any of his traps?

What the hell

I mean, he did want you to last a little longer because of how pretty/handsome you were

Maybe you werent so bad

He saw how you were gentle with nature, even though it was only to avoid his traps

When you visited the lake, the first thing you did was pray...for him.

You said you felt bad...felt bad when he drowned

"You didnt deserve that,"

...

Oh.

How...sweet.

You werent like the other people who had stepped on Camp Crystal Lake

(Not me feeling like a pick me from saying, 'You werent like the other people ')

(SORRY LMAOO)

Anyways, those people were disrespectful

Drinking, partying, fucking, doing drugs. In a place that belonged to Jason and was not for horny teenagers or adults

But you...you respected the camp and...him.

He didnt want to kill you anymore and just let you be

Though, you heard his foot stomp of the branch

Fuck.

"Whose there?!"

He grunted and sighed under his hockey mask

He came out of those dark shadows and let you see him

You just stared at him, eyes bulging out of your sockets.

"Jason?!"

He nodded

"Oh, my god. Oh, my god!"

You laughed in disbelif

"Im meeting a dead person?! And...even if you are lying and just pretending, holy shit!"

He just shook his head

"Can i take a picture?!"

He shook his head once again, cue a frown-y you

"I get it...but can i stay here?! Oh, my god. I always wonder about dead people, how they work and and stuff!"

He didnt see a problem with it, so sure.

He nodded

"Thank you!"

you squealed with excited

"You're gonna like me. We're gonna be friends!"

He didnt nod nor shook his head, but he shrugged.

Meh.

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[final-girl96]

My Boyfriend's Back Chapter Thirty

Stu

Everything seems to be going the way I wanted it to. Having Randy be attacked drove her right into my arms. Or maybe I should say stover her right onto my cock. The only part that wasn't supposed to happen was her getting physically hurt. Randy was also not supposed to make it.

He was never part of the plan the first time and he wasn't going to be this time but it had to be done. Meek Geek never did anything to make me want to kill him. But he was close to yn and she was keeping me more than arm's length. Something needed to be done. Sidney had fucking detectives following her around so it couldn't be her.

I looked down at yn laying beside me. She was tucked into my side, he's on my chest, arm around my waist and a leg wrapped over my own. I ran my hand over the curve of her waist before carefully rolling on my side to face her. When I was settled she tucked herself closer. I moved her leg further up over my hip. Her cunt brushed against me and I groaned.

I reached down between us and ran my fingers through her slit, circling them around her clit a few times before slipping them inside of her. I needed to make sure her pussy was ready to take my cock before shoving myself inside of her. The way she wrapped around me was incredible. Her eyes flew open, a gasp left her, and her nails dug into my skin. "That's it, baby, open up for me." I hiked her leg up further and sank deeper into her cunt.

I pulled almost at the way out and then thrust forward drawing a strangled moan from her beautiful lips. Her head tilted back and my lips attached to her neck sucking a mark into her soft skin. I kept my thrust slow but deep, hitting that spot deep inside of her over and over. My name slipped from her tongue repeatedly. I could feel the soft walls of her pussy tighten around me more and more with each thrust as the head of my cock brushed against her g-spot.

My arm wrapped around her leg so I was holding it up to try and get even deeper. My thrust picked up and her moans got louder. I pressed my lips to her to try and keep her quiet. Last thing she needed was for people to complain about it. "That's it, sweetheart. Let go for me. Come on my cock." Her hand had found its way to my hair and she tugged as her orgasm took over. Walls tightening around me as she soaked my cock and the sheets. My thrust got slower and sloppier until I was filling her with my own release.

Instead of pulling out after we both calmed down I stayed inside of her and held her tight. Kissing her shoulder all the way up to her lips. I pulled her further against me as tight as I could. I pressed my lips to the shell of her ear. "You're always so good for me. Made such a mess, baby." Her eyes were closed, a small whimper left her when I moved just the slightest. "I love you so much," I whispered. I was already starting to get hard again, stretching her out as I did.

"We're going to stay just like this and you're going to keep me warm. Gotta keep my cum inside of you too." When her eyes opened I was already looking at her. I brought my hand up to rest on the side of her face, pulling her lips closer and connecting them with mine. Her lips parted letting my tongue slip into her mouth. She tried to move her hips but I was quick to stop her.

"What did I just say? I said you're going to keep me warm. That means no moving," I said. "Please. Stu just…fuck me again, please." I do love when she begs but she also needs to know who is in charge. "No." My hand came down on her ass causing her to yelp. "Now behave." It was taking everything I had not to flip her over and fuck her until she couldn't take anymore. I kissed her one more time before pulling away.

"Maybe if you're a good girl I'll fuck you in the morning. Go back to sleep." It took about ten minutes until she fell back to sleep. I had to make a decision. Either I leave before she wakes up or I stay until she gets up and leaves. If I leave now I'll have the darkness to hide in to get past those detectives that insist on following her around.

If I leave in the morning after she wakes up, I'll need to wait until she leaves so they're with her when I leave. The thought of her waking up to me not being here and thinking I'm only here because I want sex made my gut twist uncomfortably. That's not why I was still here. That's not why I came back. I could have stayed hidden and fucked off to some other country or something. I didn't have to plan to continue a sequel.

Of course I should have done it myself because the person I was working with is a fucking idiot. I mean do I like the idea of it being made to look like a copycat? Absolutely fucking not. But it took the heat away from me. It makes no sense for me to try and recreate what Billy and I started back home. That plan was fucking shit. But I was only going along with what he wanted. And I hated this plan too.

At least I can say I haven't killed anyone and it be the truth. I haven't killed anyone…yet. To be honest I'm surprised nobody has recognized me. I've been walking around on campus like I'm a fucking student just to watch yn. I might have to kill the asshole who thought it was a good idea to flirt with her though.

It took another twenty minutes until I finally felt sleep take over me. The next time I woke up the sun still wasn't out. I looked over at her alarm clock to see it was four in the morning. Yn was still pressed against me and my cock was still inside of her. I carefully pulled out of here with a hiss from the feeling of her soft walls tightening around me.

It took me a couple minutes to slip out from under and and out of bed. I had to fucking piss which was going to be near impossible. I was going to need to sneak out and try to get to the bathrooms. The all girls bathroom. While I was there I wet the washcloth I rook with me with warm water. When I was back in the room and the door was locked I walked over to the bed.

Yn had turned onto her back which was perfect. I pulled the blankets back revealing her naked body, spread her legs and cleaned her no doubt sensitive cunt. Her eyes flew open as her hand wrapped around my wrist. "I know, baby. I'm sorry." When I was done I slipped my pants back off and climbed back into bed. "What time is it?" She asked, voice thick with sleep. "Only like a little after four. Go back to sleep."

She hummed and closed her eyes. I looked down at her for a few more seconds debating if I wanted to let her sleep more or just fuck her. I had yet to taste her since she came back from the hospital with Randy. I was trying to be mindful of her injuries. My eyes flicked down to the one on her side, still covered in a bandage.

My eyes trailed down her body until I landed on her pussy. I sucked my bottom lip into my mouth and looked back up at her face. My hand trailed up and down the inside of her thigh a few times before I moved myself between her legs. I spread her cunt open with my fingers and flicked my tongue over her clit a few times before sucking it into my mouth. I deep moan bubbled inside of me at the sweet taste of her on my tongue.

I flattened my tongue and licked from her entrance to her clit and back down, slipping it inside of her and fucking her with it. I moved her legs so they were over my shoulders and licked back up to her clit. My teeth scraped over the sensitive bundle of nerves, pulling slightly on it before sucking it into my mouth.

I slipped two fingers inside of her just as her hand shot down and into my hair, a choked gasp leaving her lips. "Stu," she moaned breathlessly. She tried to lift her hips off the bed and my free arm pressed down on them, pressing her into the bed. I wasn't going to stop until she was coming on my tongue and soaking the sheets again. I hummed sending vibrations to her clit, a strangled cry left her as her grip in my hair tightened and she pulled me closer.

I could die right now and not fucking care. I would be happy to go while between her legs. I felt her walls tighten around my fingers, her legs clapped around my head, fingers tugged at my hair as she came undone and soaked the sheets. I kissed up her body until my lips met hers. "How about you be a good girl and get on your knees." She shook her head, eyes closed while she tried to recover from her orgasm.

"No? You're not going to be a good girl and suck my cock?" I grabbed her chin so she would look at me. "I want you to fuck me." I smirked down at her, "can you take that, baby? I don't want to hurt you," I said. She looked at me and raised her eyebrow. "You know what I mean. I don't want you to get too sore. Because if I fuck you, I'm going to fuck you hard this time."

"Fuck me or get out!" My hand wrapped around her throat. "Don't get snippy with me. You do what I tell you, not the other way around."

[lemons-bittersweet]

Erm so this is a story thing where you can leave suggestions for me to write

There’s seven main movies/books I’ll do but you can leave messages for me to see if I’ll know them ig if that makes sense 😭

My main seven are

The outsiders (Movie and book)

The breakfast club

The karate kid

Miss Peregrines home for peculiar children

Titanic

The black phone

Scream

There’s about 17 different ways I’ll write like drabbles and oneshots and so on which is listed in the post.

[lucitrix]

Turn Around

Scream (1996)

Platonic Sidney & Randy

Happy Holidays @spooky-switch !! Thanks for giving me an excuse to have a Scream marathon! Thanks to @squealing-santa for organising such a wonderful event yet again <3.

After what was now known as the “Woodsboro Murders” thanks to a certain Gale Weathers, Randy and Sidney often found themselves at each other’s homes. Whether talking about college plans, or watching whatever movie Randy brought from work, the two were never far from each other. Over the Christmas break, Sidney had spent a few days at the Meeks’ home, binging film after film.

Black Christmas was his choice this time, alongside his classic commentary. Sidney had once found it a bit annoying, but now it was a source of comfort. Sidney had also questioned his choice of a slasher film but was met with something she couldn’t fight with.

“The movies are nothing once you’ve been through the real thing.”

“Plus,” Randy had said, “Its arguably the first slasher, and perfect for the holiday!”

Sidney was in the kitchen, finishing up some JiffyPop, when she heard something that piqued her interest.

“Come on, what’s wrong with you?”

Taking the popcorn off the stove, she quietly poked her head into the living room. Randy sat on the couch, back to her, nearly yelling at the TV screen.

“Why would you go into the attic? And for fucks sake turn around!”

An idea blossomed in Sidney’s head. With a smile blooming on her face, she quietly crept towards the couch.

“Come on! Turn around! He’s behind you, just turn around!”

Quickly, after rolling her eyes, Sidney reached over the back of the couch, and jammed her fingers into his armpits.

Over the screech and subsequent laughter that exploded out of Randy, Sidney teasingly parroted,

“Look out! She’s right behind you Randy! Just turn around!”

From behind him, Sidney could see a blush begin to take over his ears. She clambered over the back of the couch and pushed the giggling teen onto his stomach. Straddling Randy, pinning him to the couch, her fingers gently traced over his reddening ears.

“SID WHAT-” he tried to get words out, but his laughter stopping him from being able to form any kind of sentence.

Instead he simply flailed as much as he could, twisting his head side to side, trying to shake of Sidney’s tickly nails.

            “What? Can’t follow your own rules?” Sidney retorted, leaning down to blow a loud raspberry on his neck, laughing herself at Randy nearly bucking her off.

Despite his thrashing, Randy didn’t really mind what was happening, and Sidney knew. Tickling had been a frequent part of their friendship, especially after Randy’s drunken admission a few years go. He liked the feeling, the closeness to his friends, and the laughter. Finding a reason to laugh was harder to come by.

Sidney also needed this. She loved Randy’s laugh, from giggly, to loud cackles, and if lucky, an occasional snort. She liked to see her friend smile.

Her fingers left his ears, and Randy took the second to breathe. It truly was only a second before Sidney gently spidered her fingers across his back, smiling brightly and the high-pitched giggles that flowed freely from her friend’s mouth. Gentle touches over his spine gave him time to breathe between gentle giggles, moving up closer to his neck elicited more squirming, and scribbling quickly over his ribs caused his laughter to get louder.

With a few final pinches at his sides, each followed by a screech from the boy, Sidney shuffled of Randy’s back and further down the couch.

“I hate you,” Randy finally let out, as he flipped himself slowly onto his back, no malice in his words.

“No you don’t,” Sidney followed, looking over at her friend’s bright red face.

Quick as lightning, Randy managed to get a few solid jabs to Sidney’s side, eliciting a few shocked giggles, but backed off when his hands were gently slapped away.

The two turned their attention back to the movie.

“Come on! How did she not see that coming!”