CONTENT: gender neutral reader (they/them pronouns used), very brief sexual + drug references, stu isn’t a safe driver at all
↪ surfer!stu’s room, hair and car all smell of surf wax. you’ve lost count of the amount of times you’ve stuck your hand into his hair after a day in the water, and he’s coated over sea salt with the product. ‘ew stu, what is that?’ he sticks his hair up into a ridiculously vertical look. ‘you like?’ you frown, and he pouts with a hand held firmly against his heart.
↪ he has a pickup truck he describes as “shitty”, but his frame of reference is completely messed up. his parents stopped letting him drive their sports car after he crashed it (measures only got this drastic after the third prosecuted incident). his board doesn’t fit well in the bed of the truck, but stu does his best to reassure you. ‘no babe, it’ll be fine.’ he turns to check, somewhat unsure of his own statement. ‘no one’s stupid enough to run into this. gonna hurt them more than it’ll hurt me.’ you bite your tongue on his long list of accidents, most his family were able to get him out of repercussions for.
↪ you rub aloe vera into his back when he comes back burnt, which is every time he goes. he winces and whimpers. ‘stop being a baby,’ you chastise. ‘i’m not,’ he whines with a less than convincing pitch. ‘if you just sunscreened, this wouldn’t happen.’ ‘didn’t have time. the waves were too good. you should’ve seen them, babe. picture perfect. just like you.’ his cheesy grin distracts you from your concern, for better or worse.
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hi hi hi ! ik i just started following, but i dig your stuffs ! was hoping to request 130 with ghostface bc i need it, thanks for your time friend !
yeah yeah absolutely!! u earned a follow for your kind words :') this prompt gave me smut vibes so I added that to the end, there will be a warning incase that's not what u wanted
𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒! 130.
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒! cussing, ghostface, knives, kinda dubcon but not really cause reader has a crush on ghostface. reader takes off his mask during the smut but doesnt see his face
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐎! smut after the second gif, daddy kink, choking, degrading mixed with praise, spanking 😁 dirty talk during sex, idfk for some people that's an ick, kinda a breeding kink, yes I know it's not realistic for them to cum at the same time but I do not give a flying futuristic frog fuck.
𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒! I loved this. on mobile, format might be weird. lowercase intended, unedited, double periods intended. no indication of which ghostface it is but ghostface is male so,,yeah. afab reader but theres no indication of that until the smut
it was halloween! finally!
you had been waiting since early august for halloween to come and it finally did
it was nearing midnight, and the sound of children knocking on your front door had finally come to a halt
so now you were sitting on your couch and piling leftover candy into your mouth
you were very glad you bought extra this year
you were watching a movie on your tv, some indie horror film your roommate recommended to you
it wasnt great, but you still enjoyed it enough to keep watching it
honestly, the only reason you kept watching it was because the killer was really fucking hot
it reminded you of something... what was it..?
oh, right.
that killer that had been terrorizing your town
you didnt know who was under the mask, but you couldn't keep yourself from fantasizing about being kissed by him, held by him...fucked by him.
honestly, he was hot.
really fucking hot.
you were just about to fall asleep when you got a call
"hello..?" you were curious as to who would be calling this late. "hello, y/n." oh shit. that fucking voice, that was ghostface! fucking ghostface, holy shit. "hey ghosty" you decided to fuck with him, not caring why he was calling. "excuse me? call me that again and I'll gut you like a fucking fish." your face scrunched up, and you huffed, sinking into your couch. "okay fine, jeez. what do you want, anyways?" he chuckled in response and you heard a tap on your window. you turned your head as fast as you could, your heart was racing now. you wouldn't admit it, but you were scared.
you heard floorboards creak behind you and felt a hand on your shoulder. suddenly, you couldn't breath, you couldn't think, and you couldn't move. this was not like the movies. not at all.
for some reason, he spared you.
sliced up your arm a bit, but he didnt kill you.
you wondered why
a week later, you found out why.
how? well, he visited you again. but this time, it was for a different reason.
just as you were about to go to bed, you heard someone step into your room. huh, that's weird, nobody was supposed to be awake
whatever, you were too tired to care.
but when you felt someone get into bed with you and wrap their arms around you, you got up and almost screamed
but when you looked on your bed and didn't see anything, you wondered if you were just half asleep or going crazy
until you felt someone put their hand over your mouth and wrap their arm around your waist.
you were fucking terrified
"what's wrong, darling? 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴." he sat his chin on your shoulder, taking in your scent. he chuckled and hummed to himself, the room was silent besides your heavy breathing and he could hear your heartbeat.
"if I take my hand off your mouth, do you promise to be good for me? you gonna be a good little pet for ghosty?" shit, why was he here? and why the hell did he call himself ghosty? did he like it when you called him that? damn, you made a whole ass serial killer a simp for you. to be honest, you felt like god. you nodded eagerly at his words and smirked when he slowly and hesitantly took his hand off your mouth. "ghosty, huh?" he scoffed and wrapped his hand around your throat harshly, shutting you up quickly.
he dropped the hand that was around your waist down into your pants and began rubbing you through your underwear. you could hear him groan softly under his mask and you heard his breathing pick up, he was obviously turned on. you smirk again and let out a moan, just to see how he'd respond. he tightened his grip on your neck and told you to be quiet, and you remembered that your roommates were asleep. your smirk widened as you reached upwards, taking off his mask and tangling your fingers in his hair, gripping roughly as you moaned again.
he pulled away and harshly pushed you onto the bed, pushing your face into your pillow before pulling your pants and underwear down and smacking your ass. "so pretty.. all for me". you could practically hear the smirk in his voice as he ran his thumb along your cunt, picking up your juices and using it as a lube to rub your clit. he muttered 'god, so fucking wet' and pulled up his robe, pulling down his pants before entering you harshly.
you cried out at the pain and lack of warning or prep, but soon the pleasure overcame the pain as he roughly thrusted into you at a fast pace. you didn't care that your roommates were asleep, your moans were all you could hear now besides the sound of his hand hitting your ass repeatedly. "shit, shit, shit! fuck, daddy, feels so good!" he laughed at you as he kept his pace but raised your ass in the air to get a better angle into your cunt.
"shit, such a pretty little cockwhore. you love my dick, dont you baby?" you nodded quickly, too cock dumb to speak. "use your fucking words, slut". jesus, he really wants you to talk? well fuck him, you're too tired. he scoffed at your silence and smacked your ass, harder than he had before. you moaned loudly at the pain mixed with pleasure and tried your best to form an intelligible sentence.
"yes! fuck yes, I love your cock! fuck, wont ever fuck anyone else! just you daddy! so fucking good!" he smiled at you and reached forward to grip your throat as he felt himself getting closer and closer to his high. you were nearing your orgasm as well, a string of curses leaving your mouth as you pushed your hips back to meet his cock with every thrust. he squeezed your throat one last time as you came, your pussy was squeezing around him, leading him to do the same and you felt him finish inside you. after a few more thrusts, you felt him pull out.
when you didnt hear him for a few minutes, you turned around. you were confused as to why you didnt hear anything, but it clicked when you saw your window open. that dick, he left you laying there all fucked out.
yeah, your roommates definitely heard you. and he definitely came back the next day.
and the next, and the next
and probably the day after that
but you never once complained
blessed are the anarchists in black bandanas locking themselves to bank doors with bike chains, blessed are the communists distributing meals and water and gatorade on 100 degree days, blessed are the socialists running free medical clinics in the homeless camps on the side of the highway, blessed are the ones who see a better world and will stop at nothing to build it
HEY!! Can you do 63 with billy loomis
ABSOLUTELY I CAN!! & thank you for being my first request from my promts :) ily!
𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒! 63.
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒! kissing, gets a little steamy? billy cheating on sid, what's new?
𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒! I went for like, a 7 minutes in heaven type thing? the prompt just gives me that kinda vibe. im on mobile, format might be weird. lowercase intended, double periods intended. reader is wearing a sexy dress costume ? so kinda fem coded
it was officially halloween
which meant lots of parties for you and your friends
you, tatum, and sidney were on your way to a costume party at stu's house
you were wearing a sexy killer costume, covered In corn syrup and red dye, with a 'bloody' fake knife impaling your stomach.
well, really it was just impaling your dress.. you had the knife attached to a strap underneath it that went around your waist.
after you got there, someone decided it would be a good idea to play seven minutes in heaven
it was you, sidney, billy, tatum, stu, and a couple others that you didnt know.
randy had run off somewhere with a girl, named jessica maybe?
or was it jennifer?
who knows.
anyways, you were in a circle with the others, an empty vodka bottle that you all had recently emptied sat in the middle
someone reached out to spin it
it was tatum spinning, she landed on some random guy you didnt know
stu shrugged, not caring who she went in with
a few minutes pass, and now it's your turn
so, you spun the bottle, and-
billy?
seriously?
whatever
you stood up, looking to sid, and she nodded at you in reassurance
were you really gonna do this? go into a dark closet with billy fucking loomis? the guy you've had a crush on since like, fifth grade?! oh my god, you're so screwed.
he stood up and walked over to you, grabbing your hand and leading you into the dark closet. after you closed the door, the only light that could be seen was light from the hallway, coming from under the door. you took a deep breath as billy stepped closer to you. there wasnt much space in the closet to begin with, so he was pressed up against you. you try to back up, but your butt hit the wall. you sighed, leaning your head back against the wall.
"you know, y/n, I've always had a thing for you". you looked back at him with wide eyes, expecting him to laugh at you and say it was a joke, but he didnt. he chuckled and placed his hand on your face, before leaning in and kissing you hungrily. you pulled away, still thinking he was joking. "y/n, I'm serious. I like you. a lot". you exhaled, leaning your head back once again. billy took his chance, attaching his lips to your neck, kissing gently but it was still enough to leave marks. you let out a breathy moan and taking his hand in yours.
he pulls away, leaving you with an empty feeling and bruises on your neck. he smirks at you before speaking. "jesus, 𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝗽𝗶𝘁𝗰𝗵 𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗶𝗻 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗜 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝗯𝗹𝘂𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴."
sidney opened the door, interrupting you and you covered your neck with the sweater you were wearing.
she still saw, though.
she was pissed at you and billy, but you didnt care.
Things I would like to have, immediately:
Autumn temperatures
Apple cider with cinnamon stick
Pumpkin picking
Weather under 70 degrees
Halloween decorations
Horror movies on tv
Lack of heat
Walks in the graveyard
Ghost hunting expeditions
Cool, breezy, chilly, brisk, refreshing, no-humidity air
okay um....... confession time, here's what I got,
I recently watched the maze runner movies and uhm
yeah it's like all I can think of...
so I'm taking a break from scream and euphoria and ahhh writing for tmr!!
so.... send in asks 😒😒😒😒😒😁😁😁
specifically for thomas, teresa, newt, and gally.. cause..
yk?! anyways, if theres a different character you want me to write for, lmk!!
okay. before we get started, let's make a key.
gn reader = gender neutral, no indication of gender. they/them pronouns reader
fem reader = female reader, she/her pronouns reader
afab reader = assigned female at birth, basically means reader has a coochie and tatas
fluff = ♡︎ = anything sweet, romantic, and just pure
angst = ☹︎ = anything sad, typically not ending happily unless paired with fluff.
smut = ✞︎ = 18+ content, sexual content. proceed with caution, ONLY proceed if you're of legal age.
stu x fem!reader ♡︎
poly! stu and billy x fem!reader ♡︎
stu x gn!reader ☹︎
billy with a girlfriend who writes ♡︎
billy x fem!reader w/ a predator/prey kink ✞︎
billy x gn!reader ♡︎
billy x gn!reader ♡︎
poly! billy and stu x fem!reader ♡︎
fezco x fem!reader ♡︎
poly!maddy and cassie x fem!reader ♡︎
poly!maddy and cassie x sick!fem!reader ♡︎
maddy x fem!reader ♡︎
maddy x enemy!fem!reader ☹︎♡︎
maddy x fem!reader ☹︎♡︎
poly!cassie and maddy x fem!reader ♡︎
cassie x quiet!nerdy!reader ♡︎
poly!cassie and maddy x sick!fem!reader ♡︎
cassie x gn!reader ☹︎♡︎
'make you feel needed' ♡︎
ghostface x reader ♡︎✞︎
oh yeah btw everyone who can give birth should have a right to terminate the pregnancy at any time for any reason.
dont you dare value the lives of a stupid infant over a whole full grown human.
ps. if you send hate to this, ill do another donation to a pro choice fund! :)
I’d sell my soul for Alexa Demie. Not playing.
May I request “218. I think I might be falling in love with you.” With Cassie Howard x reader please?
absolutely!!!!
𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒! 218.
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒! kissing, pda, cussing, kinda angsty?
𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒! on mobile, format might be weird. lowercase intended, unedited, double periods intended. kinda really bad but shh we dont talk abt that
you and cassie didnt really talk to each other
you had run into her a couple times at school, bumped into her at a couple parties
but other than that, you never really talked to her
except for when you were younger
you and cassie were best friends, inseparable.
and you were in love with her
every second of every day, you were in love with cassie howard.
every hour, ever day, every week, and every month of every year.
until tenth grade.
cassie started hanging out with different people, started standing you up when she was supposed to come to your house after school
slowly but surely, she was leaving you.
you were never together in the first place, but you never thought she would leave you
but she did
you barely talked anymore, but you always made eye contact in the hallways
a feeling deep inside of you made you think she still cared for you, still wanted to be your friend
but she wasnt, so you wouldn't give her the time of day.
you started hanging out with a bad crowd, doing drugs and getting into trouble
cassie hated it but she thought she couldn't stop you, so she never tried.
one day, you sat next to her at a party and she started talking to you, trying to catch up with you
you had a feeling she was trying to make up for leaving you
you didnt care.
soon, she started talking about nate, how much she loved him, how much he loved her
only, you knew he didnt. you knew what real love felt like, and that wasnt real love that nate felt.
you hoped she wasn't actually in love with him
you wanted her to love 𝘺𝘰𝘶, not nate
it wasnt fair.
it wasnt fucking fair.
you didn't ever want to admit it, but you still loved the girl
and part of you wanted to tell her that.
but you never did.
instead, you got blackout drunk with her at every party over the course of four months, and that was enough.
but one night, at a pre-graduation party, when you both were very, very drunk, you and cassie had sex.
she didnt remember it.
or at least that's what you told yourself.. and what she told you..
the morning after, you woke up next to her in your underwear, and you somehow still remembered what happened.
so when she woke up, you asked her if anything happened the night before, as a way to see if she remembered it
she said she didnt think anything happened
you were upset, but didnt say anything. the more you thought about it, the more thankful you were that she forgot.
a couple days later, you finally graduated
but.. you didnt show up to graduation, you were getting high with your friends instead
cassie was worried, to say the least. really, really worried.
you see, over the four months before you two hooked up, you and cassie got close again, whether you liked it or not
you were hesitant, but cassie made you feel better about it, telling you that she wanted to go back to you every day that she wasnt around you
but she finally realized something, and she needed to tell you.
cassie tried looking for you after graduation. eventually, she ran into one of your friends at a liquor store. she asked where you were, they told her. when she saw you, she ran to you as fast as she could, because somewhere between looking for you at graduation and seeing you on the side of the road, high as a kite, she realized something. she felt differently about you. something was different. she knew you loved her, you told her at the end of ninth grade. she never told you, but that's the reason she left you. she couldn't be around you knowing she was hurting you by not loving you back. she hoped that leaving you would make you lose feelings, but she quickly realized it never did.
she ran up to you, embracing you in a tight hug. she never wanted to let you go, but you pushed her away. "fuck off, cassandra." shit, you were really mad, huh? you never called her cassandra, never in the 13 years you knew her. you met in pre-school, and you never once called her cassandra, not even when you were screaming at her about how much of a bitch she was. she sighed and backed away. "I know you're still in love with me, y/n."
it felt like your heart stopped beating, like the earth stopped moving all at once, like there was no more air left. she knew. your life was practically over. you looked at her with wide eyes, waiting for her to speak again. "and.. 𝗜 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝗜 𝗺𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗯𝗲 𝗳𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘆𝗼𝘂 too."
Warnings: 18+, Riding, Breeding Kink, Consensual Forced Breeding (male receiving), Consensual Dub Con/Non Con, Stomach Bulging/Swelling, Unprotected Sex, Spitting, AFAB Reader, Dirty Talk, Brief Slut Shaming, Sub Konig, Top Reader, etc.
"'M gonna suck you dry, baby," your breath hitched as you rolled your hips against König's, his cock bulging inside you. He could only whine, moaning when you hit a sensitive spot, only for you to abuse it, driving him to the verge of tears. Driving him to an end he'd come to fear.
"And you know what else?" You leaned down and grasped König’s thick neck in your hands, squeezing just the right spot to make his back arch and his eyes squeeze shut. He was completely physically incapable of stopping you, his hands bound together against the bedpost with zip-ties, his voice unusable. You smiled, rocking against him, feeling him twitch inside you.
He was close. And so were you.
König's eye fluttered open, watching you. He wanted to know your secret. Your obscurity.
You bent down, bringing your mouth close to his ear. Your breath scorched the shell, making him shiver, goosebumps rippling across his chest. His laboured breathing was amplified as you drew closer.
"I'm gonna make you a daddy."
His eyes snapped open. He shook his head, growing harsher as your statement sank in, muffled noises barely sneaking past the duct tape you'd slapped across his lips. He began thrashing, trying to disconnect his hips from yours, trying to pull out.
But you didn't let him.
Retracting, you looked down at him, gripping the covers beneath him and creating makeshift reigns with which you kept yourself stable, kept König inside you. All the while, the panic in his brow only deepened.
"It's too late to resist, köni," you sang, giving him false hope as you lifted yourself up off his cock before slamming back down onto it, making him moan in a way that betrayed his actions - his resistance. He stared at you beneath ginger, half-lidded eyes, mere cracks of their whole circumference. And you smiled.
You slammed down on him again, hands settling on his chest. Pushing him down. Keeping him docile. "I know you want this, you whore."
König shook his head, vehement in his denial, but you disregarded it. It was of little importance to you. You revisited your killing pace, lifting and dropping yourself on his dick with haste. Electricity pooled in your core, waiting to break at any second.
"You're gonna father my children whether you like it or not--" you gasped as you hit your sweet spot. König only seemed to grow more panicked, eyes widening, brow creasing. Resistance futile.
"My pretty little house husband, all mine. I'll harvest you - breed you - as much as I like--" you took his jaw in your hand and forced him to look at you. You spat on him, making him flinch. "And there's nothing you can do about it."
König moaned, loud and long, his back arching into your hips, plugging you with his cock. You groaned, a sliver of a moan slipping from you, as you threw your head back, reaching your climax. König’s load filled you - all of you - to the point that you were sure your stomach would swell.
As your orgasm rolled through you, König shifted through the haze, still trying to retreat from you - trying to retreat from a future you forced onto him.
You would have applauded him for breaking free of the throws of his orgasm had you not been a disciplinarian.
"Oh no you don't," you declared, gaze coming to settle on Konig's frozen, petrified features. He ceased under your stare like a deer caught in headlights, or prey before its predator. You bit your lip as you took his throat in your hands again.
"We're not done here until I'm stuffed so full of your cum that I look pregnant." You squeezed. "Isn't that what you want, hmm? To make you mine? To bear your children?"
You already knew the answer whether König accepted it or not. He could only look up at you, eyes glassy with tears, mourning the fate you'd resigned him to - the future you'd stolen from him. You leaned down and licked a stray tear off his cheek. Rising, you cocked your head.
"Now then," you said, rubbing not-so-soothing circles into König’s chest, "shall we go again?"
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