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GUYSSSS

so i’m thinking abt making a scream x obx fanfic on wattpad 😛

my wattpad is wpcline

and it would be a jj maybank love interest or wtv (ik all my stories are jj but bare with me 😔)

BUTTTTTTT

maybe i should do a love triangle

and with who my character is related to i’ll have to age up most of the others but that’s okay 😊

lmk if i should post the sorry

anddddd

lmk if i should do a love triangle between chad, jj and my oc

i turned on my submissions so you can lmk abt the love triangle and all that on there

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hey!!

yeah, i know i like completely disappeared but i just wanted to come on here to tell you that you should follow my wattpad and read my stories! obviously you don’t have to but if you’d like my wattpad is @wpcline

I currently have two stories up and one in drafts that I’m going to post soon! here are the stories and their fcs and all that:

1. PUBLISHED (ongoing - lmk if i should continue writing)

📖: Stereo Hearts

🖊️: wpcline

🎥: outer banks

👤: averie heyward (alexa demie)

💌: jj maybank (friends to lovers)

summary: IN WHICH, averie heyward and jj maybank both fall for one another despite being best friends when they both know that they shouldn't.

2. PUBLISHED (completed)

📖: Golden

🖊️: wpcline

🎥: outer banks x dynasty

👤: kehlani carrington (camila mendes)

💌: jj maybank (enemies to lovers)

summary: 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 - 𝐚 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬, 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬. 𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝑱𝑱 𝑴𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒌. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝, 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝒉𝒆𝒓.

3. UNPUBLISHED (will be soon)

📖: backstabber

🖊️: wpcline

🎥: outer banks

👤: raegan ‘rae’ brooks (sydney sweeney)

💌: jj maybank (lovers -> strangers -> ???)

summary: maybe some things are just meant to be broken.

(not the best summary, i am aware)

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i’ll post sometime this week, sorry for not posting been busy 😭🙏

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I love ur writing

tysm!!! 💋

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bro can you stop using others people # like jack, ethan, tara etc on posts that it's not about them? it's annoying as fuck

no 😃 it’s my acc babes 🤞

like js skip over my posts, it’s not that deep ‘bro’💁‍♀️

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Kirby and fem!reader with prompts 65 and 81? 💜

#ilovekirby 🤞 sorry it’s a bit short

smut prompts 65 & 81;

“come sit on my lap.”

“but there’s people-” | “i don’t care, let them watch.”

warnings: nsfw, 18+, thigh riding, slight praise kink, public sex, cursing (?)

pairing: kirby reed x fem!reader

“you wanted to see me, agent reed?” you spoke, walking into your girlfriend’s office. “yes, close the door.”

you did as she said, walking over to the chair that was in front of her desk but just as you were about to sit down, she stopped you. “no, come sit on my lap.”

“kirby-” you tried to protest, your efforts were unsuccessful as the look on your girlfriend’s face told you she wouldn’t allow you to sit anywhere other than where she said.

you sighed in defeat, walking over to her, straddling her. “that’s more like it.” she smirked, her hands resting at your waist.

“what’d you need me for?”

“ride my thigh, baby.” kirby spoke, taking her eyes off of your chest area and up to your eyes.

“kirby, there’s people-” you tried to protest once again, gesturing towards the open blinds on the window where bunches of people were. “i don’t care, let them watch.”

“fine, only this once.” you say, beginning to glide your space against her thigh. kirby’s hands ride up your skirt, “you have no idea what this shirt little skirt of yours does to me.”

you throw your head back, her hands rubbing your thighs ever so softly. “fuck, kirby.”

“that’s it baby, you’re doing so well.” she spoke, you whimper in response.

“shit, kirby,” you whisper, “i’m — i’m gonna cum.”

“let go, baby.”

as you release, your hand flies up in attempt to quiet your moans. “good girl,” kirby began, brushing your hair with your fingers, “such a good girl.”

© screamsortega — 2023 | i do not give you permission to copy, paste, or translate any of my work.

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hi babess! may i request prompt 72 with ethan landry?

yes omg, i love this w ethan 🙏

smut prompt 72;

“your boyfriend/girlfriend doesn’t need to know about this, okay?”

warnings: nsfw, 18+, p in v, unprotected sex, cursing (?), cheating (?)

pairing: ethan landry x fem!reader

you were walking in the halls of your college, scrolling on your phone as you were making your way to your next class before you were practically yanked into an empty and unused classroom. “what the fu- ethan?”

“sorry,” ethan began, closing and locking the door behind the two of you. “it’s just, i couldn’t keep you off of my mind.”

his lips then smashed into yours, his hands lingering on your hips. “ethan,” you spoke in between kisses, “ethan.” you laughed.

“what?” he smirked.

“someone could walk in.”

“not if the door is closed,” ethan said, trying to reason with you. “i promise to be quick, please?”

you stood there for a minute, contemplating on whether or not you wanted to risk being seen, especially since almost everyone knows your boyfriend and wouldn’t hesitate to tell him. your lips connect with his once again, your arms wrapping around his neck as he picks you up and sits you on the desk.

ethan’s lips wandered all over your neck, his hands now going up your skirt, pulling off your panties. his hand lingers back to your space, inserting two fingers as you pathetically whimper at the contact.

“shit, e.”

your guys’ lips connect once again, ethan’s fingers exit your space as he pulls you closer to the edge of the desk, allowing him better access.

not even 20 seconds later he is now thrusting in and out of you as fast as he can. “fuck, eth-”

“shh, princess, don’t want the other students to hear us now.”

the bell had rang, “ethan i’m — i’m late to class.” you spoke breathlessly.

ethan didn’t respond, he just continued to pound into you so perfectly. “you — you said you’d be quick.”

“i didn’t say how quick, now did i?” he smirked, brushing a piece of hair behind your ear. “you’re so beautiful, y/n.”

his hands slowly glide up your shirt, cupping your breasts as you throw your head back in pleasure. “fuck, ethan i’m-”

“i know, me too.”

after you both release, you pull your panties back up and fix your hair as he puts his pants back on. you grab your phone and bag, heading towards the door as ethan speaks up. “oh, y/n?”

“yeah?”

“your boyfriend doesn’t need to know about this, okay?”

a smirk appears on your face as you unlock the door and exit to your class.

© screamsortega — 2023 | i do not give you permission to copy, paste, or translate any of my work.

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Heey, could you please write 37 + Chad?

ofc! hope you like it :)

smut prompt 37;

“i wanna fuck you in front of a mirror so you’ll see how good you take it.”

warnings: nsfw, 18+, p in v, praise kink, fingering slight hair pulling, cursing (?)

pairing: chad meeks-martin x fem!reader

*lowercase intended*

you had been lying on your bed, literally just staring at the ceiling as there was absolutely nothing to do, and you were home alone. “shits so boring.” you groaned, tossing and turning on your bed.

a knock comes from your doorframe, as you look over you see one of your friends; chad. “hey.” he says, slightly laughing. “oh, hey, when did you get back?”

“just a couple minutes ago, sorry for bothering you, it’s just, nobody else is home yet.” chad responded.

“it’s fine, really, i could use someone to talk to.”

“what about?” chad asks, sitting on your bed as you sit up.

“anything, i’m so fucking bored.” you chuckle as chad lets out a laugh as well.

you stare at each other for a moment, looking from each others eyes, to each others lips before his comes crashing into yours. his hands cup your face as he gets on top of you, hands traveling down your waist and then back up your shirt.

“you sure about this?” chad asks, you nodding in response. “use your words.”

“yes, i’m sure.” you say, lips reconnecting as he pulls your pants off then his own.

he unbuttoned your shirt after he takes off his, his hand lingering down to your dripping space, “i haven’t even touched you and you’re already this wet.”

“just do something, chad, please.” you plead, your arms wrapped around his neck. “patience, y/n, i gotta get you warmed up first.”

you roll your eyes playfully as he then inserts one finger into your space, “one.”

then another one.

“two.”

then, another one.

“three.”

the noises that escaped from your lungs were not only astonishing but pornographic. “shit,” you spoke, “i’m — i’m gonna cum, chad, fuck.”

once you release, his fingers exit you to take off his belt, then his pants.

not to soon after, his hands now rested upon your waist as he thrusted into you so passionately, throwing his head back in pleasure. “fuck, y/n, you take me so well.”

“chad — don’t stop, fuck.” you say, barely able to form a full sentence.

chad only smirks in response, grabbing only a tiny bit of your hair in his hand, pulling ever so gently. “you look so good right now, all drunk over my cock”

“god, i can’t express how well you take me.” chad began, his hands gliding across your thighs. “i wanna fuck you in front of a mirror so you’ll see how good you take it.”

“then why don’t you?”

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Can you please do 79 Sam carpenter

of course, i hope you like it!!

smut prompt; 79

“is that gonna fit?”

“i’ll make it fit.”

warnings: nsfw, 18+, strap-on, degradation, slight choking, slight hair pulling, cursing(?)

pairing: samantha carpenter x fem!reader

sam practically breaks the door down as the two of you continue your make-out session, the door closing behind you as the both of you enter the apartment.

“sam,” you speak, getting cut off by her lips connecting to yours over and over again. “sam, wait.”

“what? did i do something wrong?” sam replied breathlessly.

“no, of course not, it’s just — what if tara is here? what if someone is here?” you ask, hands on her chest.

“they’re not, i promise.” sam smirks.

on that note, your guys’ lips reconnect as you both make your way to sam’s bedroom. as you two enter the room, sam slams the door shut behind you, pushing you against the door.

her lips travel up and down your neck, “shit.” you whisper, biting your lip in pleasure. you slide your jacket off as she stops her attack on your neck to allow you to take off your shirt. once your shirt is fully removed, sam continues to press long and messy kisses onto your lips, unbuttoning your jeans.

sam’s hands grab onto your waist, turning the both of you around before pushing you onto the bed. she removes her pants as you do the same, climbing on top of you before sliding her shirt off.

you unclasp her bra, sliding it off of her body. her fingers run over your clothed clit, rubbing it ever so slightly. “you wet for me, princess?”

you nodded, a smirk appearing on the brunette’s face. “use your words.”

“yes, fuck, i’m wet for you sam.” you reply, breathlessly.

she bites her lip, taking off your panties as she grabs your legs, pulling you closer to the edge of the bed. her tongue glides from your inner thigh so slowly and eventually reaches your space, giving you all the pleasure you need and more.

“fuck, sam.”

she stops abruptly, pulling her tongue away along with her body. “sam, please, why’d you stop?” you complain.

“because, i’ve got something even better for you.” sam smirks, walking over towards her bedside table before opening the bottom drawer, pulling out her strap.

you bite your lip, “is that gonna fit?”

“i’ll make it fit.”

sam flips you over, grabbing your hips in attempt to make your space more accessible. she slides her thick silicone cock into you, a series of moans escape from your lungs.

“you’re so tight, baby.” she says, grabbing a fistful of your hair, bringing your head up closer to her chest.

“f—fuck sam.”

“you like that?” sam smirks, panting.

“mhm, shit, don’t stop.”

“wasn’t planning on it.”

her free hand creeps up to your throat, wrapping itself around it as you moan in response.

“i’m— i’m gonna cum, sam.”

“do it, cum for me, baby.”

soon after you release, she pulls out before putting her strap away and sliding herself underneath the covers beside you. “wait — sam.”

“don’t worry about me, sweetheart.” sam cut you off, already knowing what you were about to say. “you can return the favor another time”

authors note;

sorry if this was bad 😭

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i won’t let anyone hurt you;

summary: as news of a new ghostface arises you get painful flashbacks from the year before, luckily, your boyfriend ethan is there to comfort you.

warnings: cursing, mentions of blood, murder, all that stuff.

pairing: ethan landry x fem!reader

*lowercase intended*

“what’s going on?” sam spoke, rushing in not too long after chad called for her.

“…where the mutilated bodies of two students..” the news reporter on the tv spoke.

“cute boy, nice.” quinn said, pointing to the guy that followed in after sam.

“their names have just been released by the police, jason carvey and greg bruckner.” the reporter continues before mindy chimes in.

“holy shit,” she began, “that’s that chode from our film studies class. the one obsessed with argento.”

“Also found at the scene were various ghostface costumes, a character popularized by the stab movie franchise.” as soon as the reporter said those words, you could feel your face grow pale before you all looked at one another.

“Pack a bag, we leave in ten.” sam spoke, walking into the kitchen to grab a knife.

“sam, wait, sam!” tara spoke up, walking over towards her sister.

“we’re getting out of the city.”

“what?” the guy, danny, that followed behind sam said.

“thank you, suspicious new guy, but we got it from here.” chad says, slightly pushing danny back out of the apartment. “have a good night, get home safe.”

“sam.” tara said, “sam, wh- hold on, no, wait, let’s talk about this for a second. cause this might not have anything to do with us.”

“are you serious?” sam asked.

“it’s a big city! it’s halloween, everybody’s wearing masks!” tara defended.

“tara, this isn’t a coincidence.” sam spoke, hee voice slightly raising. “you knew him!”

“barely.”

“chad, mindy, y/n? back me up.”

“i mean, it is a little bit..” chad started as mindy finished his sentence. “close to home.”

“see?” sam said, turning back to tara.

you had been sitting in silence, blanking out, ethan had taken notice of this. “y/n?” he spoke, his voice low enough to where only you could hear.

ethan’s voice caused you to bring yourself back into reality, you get up and walk into your bedroom, slamming the door behind you which causes the group to stop in the middle of their conversations.

“is — is she okay?” anika questions, looking from one person to another.

“this is bringing shit back for her,” tara began, “everything that happened last year traumatized her for like, life.”

“didn’t it happen to all of you, though?” quinn asks, trying to keep up.

“well, yeah, but it just had a way harder hit on her. she hasn’t been dealing with it well either.”

ethan glances at the ground, contemplating on whether or not he should try and comfort you.

he gets up, heads to your bedroom door but before he reaches for the handle mindy chimes in. “she probably doesn’t want to be bothered right now, dude.”

ethan rolls his eyes, ignoring mindy’s comment as he walks in your bedroom and closes the door behind him.

“hey, you okay?” ethan asks, sitting besides you as his hand rests upon your shoulder.

you shrug his hand off, “go away, e.”

the two of you sit in silence for a moment, ethan deciding on what to say. “do you wanna talk about it?”

you just sit there, knees up against your chest as your head hangs low. “i know this must be hard for you, and i’m sorry that you have to go through this again.” ethan began.

“i care about you, y/n, and i’m here for you. so, please, talk to me.”

for some reason, tears just start to pour onto your face, your head falls upon ethan’s shoulder. “i can’t do this shit again, e, i can’t.”

“i know, it’s okay,” ethan began, his hand crept up to your hair, brushing through it. “just take deep breaths, okay? in and out.”

“ethan,” you began, finally controlling your breathing. “you have to get out of here, okay? if ghostface is really back then that means they’ll come after everyone, and that includes you and i can’t lose you, e.”

“yeah, well, you must be crazy if you think i’m leaving you.” ethan spoke, “i won’t let anyone hurt you, okay?”

“just let it all out, y/n”

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smut prompts;

01. “i’ve been thinking about you all day.”

02. “how badly do you want me?”

03. “i just cannot get enough of you.”

04. “looks like someone is jealous.”

05. “better keep quiet, there’s people just outside the door.”

06. “just say you want me, and i’m all yours.”

07. “show me just how much you’ve missed me.”

08. “you know you love me.”

09. “it’s hot when you talk back”

10. “if you called just to get off at my voice, i’m hanging up.”

11. “you look so good with my hand wrapped around your throat.”

12. “bend over the desk, baby.”

13. “i haven’t even touched you yet and you’re already this wet?”

14. “stop distracting me.”

15. “take it off, slowly.”

16. “what do you think your punishment should be?”

17. “do that again, i dare you.”

18. “sit on my face.”

19. “i love it when you moan my name.”

20. “let me give you a reason to stay in bed.”

21. “prove to me that you deserve my tongue.”

22. “no panties? you dirty girl”

23. “you can get louder, if you want.”

24. “if you want to cum then you better start begging.”

25. “you don’t know how much i want to fuck you against that window just so people would see who you belong too.”

26. “my thoughts about you aren’t really appropriate.”

27. “i thought i told you to stay still?”

28. “come one, be a good girl and spread your legs.”

29. “focus, only on me.”

30. “who do you belong to?”

31. “show me how you pleasure yourself.”

32. “you know, it’s really distracting when you do that.”

33. “you look so good on your knees.”

34. “well, what do we have here? someone must’ve gotten impatient and decided to touch theirselves.”

35. “i’m not going to let you cum, i don’t care how much you beg.”

36. “i promise you this, when we get home i’m going to tear off those clothes of yours and fuck you so hard that you won’t be able to function tomorrow.”

37. “i want to fuck you in front of a mirror so you’ll see how good you take it.”

38. “does it feel good when i touch you like this?”

39. “you talk too much, maybe if i shove my dick in your mouth maybe you’ll shut up.

40. “oh, i’m not done with you, get back here.”

41. “you wanna cum? have you earned it yet?”

42. “aw, out of breath already? did i go too fast, baby?”

43. “don’t be shy, come and taste me.”

44. “be a good girl and take it.”

45. “you heard me, take it off.”

46. “i wasn’t expecting you to be this tight.”

47. “i’m gonna fuck you so good that you’ll forget your own name.”

48. “like what you see?”

49. “i don’t care how good it feels, you better not cum until i tell you to.”

50. “i love the sounds you make once you come undone.”

51. “just relax, let me do all the work.”

52. “touch yourself, i want to watch.”

53. “need some help?”

54. “i know it hurts, but be a good girl and take it.”

55. “do you have any toys?”

56. “better watch that mouth of yours if you want to cum.”

57. “where do you want it?”

58. “i didn’t know someone could cum that fast just from a few fingers.”

59. “that’s right baby, scream my name, let everyone know who this pussy belongs to.”

60. “you’re so needy.”

61. “swallow, all of it.”

62. “you wanna act like a slut? then you’ll get treated like a slut.”

63. “i’ve barely touched you and you’re already shaking.”

64. “i love it when you beg.”

65. “come sit on my lap.”

66. “don’t even think about cumming yet.”

67. “so, i hear that you’re into pain?”

68. “be a good girl and swallow for me.”

69. “you better keep the volume down or i’ll go even harder.”

70. “i’m feeling a bit greedy today.”

71. “clothes off, now.”

72. “your boyfriend/girlfriend doesn’t need to know about this, okay?”

73. “you better not touch yourself while i’m gone.”

74. “i’m gonna fuck you so good that you’ll forget about him/her.”

75. “i never knew you liked to be spanked.”

76. “use your words, baby.”

77. “i bet i can make you cum without even touching you.”

78. “i want to kiss every square inch of your body.”

79. “is that gonna fit?” | “i’ll make it fit.”

80. “all day i’ve been thinking about how good it would feel to have your head between my thighs.”

81. “but there’s people-” | “i don’t care, let them watch.”

82. “you look so pretty when you cry.”

authors note;

send a request with a character + smut prompt number (if you want to use a prompt)

also, i will probably add more prompts here and there.

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safer;

summary: at a costume party you get absolutely wasted, and a man tries to take advantage of that, and of you. before he could, chad swoops in and stops it.

warnings: cursing, mentions of murder, scars?, blood

pairing: chad meeks-martin x fem!reader

*lowercase intended*

you laughed, the words that escape your mouth are slurred. “you’re lying.”

“the last ones kicked, i’ve got some hard stuff.” the guy you were speaking to said, “i’ve got some fire ball in my room.”

the two of you began walking through the party, “are you omega beta?”

“not yet, but i might rush it.” you responded.

“you look familiar, where you from?” the guy asked.

“michigan.”

anika had walked up to the two of you, “you think you maybe wanna call it a night?”

“i’m not that bad, you don’t have to wait for me.” you said, waving her off as you and the guy continued to walk.

“not that bad? she’s totally wasted.” mindy had piped in.

“yeah i know, i doubt she’ll budge though.” anika began, “does she know what he’s doing?”

“i’m not sure,” mindy started, “i’ll go get chad.”

mindy practically ran to find chad, luckily she did. “you’re needed, big guy.”

“can it wait?” chad asked, taking a jell-o shot.

“no, it’s y/n”

chad immediately dropped the cup and followed mindy to where you were just at, chad had spotted you and the guy walking up the staircase.

chad stood at the bottom of the staircase, “hey partner.” he said to the guy. “y/n’s good down here.”

you had taken a step down, “sorry bro, i didn’t catch that.” the guy said.

chad let out a laugh, “yeah, you did.”

“no, chad, it’s fine,” you slurred, practically stumbling down the steps. “i want to.”

“see, chad?” the guy spoke, “she wants to.”

the guy grabbed your arm, pulling you up the steps which causes you to lose your balance and fall, but that didn’t stop the guy.

you groan in pain, chad immediately grabs the guys arm, pulling him off of you. “how about you get your fucking hands off of her?” chad spoke angrily.

“get the fuck off me.” the guy said, pushing chad’s chest.

“guys, guys.” you said, adjusting the headpiece to your costume. “stop, stop.”

“yeah, sorry to interrupt.” sam says, coming out of nowhere.

“i’m just gonna taze you in the balls real quick.”

chad turned towards you, grabbing your hand to help you up. “you good?”

“yeah, yeah i’m good.” you responded, holding onto chad’s shoulder for support. “let’s get you home, alright?” he says, looking into your eyes as you nod in response.

you all had made it home and you were know sitting on the edge of your bed, pain banging in your head as you hear a knock on your doorframe.

you glance up to see chad, holding a bottle of ibuprofen in one hand a glass of water in the other. “can i come in?”

“of course.” you respond, a slight smile crept on your face.

he sets the glass of water down on your bedside table along with the bottle of ibuprofen. “how are you holding up?”

“good.” you smile, glancing at the ground. “sorry for making you almost get into a fight or whatever.”

“it’s fine,” chad laughed, “it would’ve been worth it.”

for some reason, you felt tears welding up in your eyes and soon after that, they started to spill down your face. you quickly wiped them hoping chad wouldn’t notice, but he did.

“hey, what’s wrong?” chad asks, worry evident in his tone as he places a hand on your shoulder.

“i don’t know,” you started, resting your head on his shoulder. “i just think that loving me must be so fucking hard because it seems like i can’t find anyone who’s interested in me and not just interested in sex. i don’t know how to explain it.”

“i get that,” chad spoke softly, “but i want you to know that you are the most beautiful, loving, caring, and amazing girl that i have ever met.”

you smile at this, looking up at him. “thank you.”

“of course.” he smiles back, the two of you sit it silence for a moment just mesmerizing each others faces.

your faces grow closer and closer but before your lips could connect with his, your roommate, quinn, interrupted which caused both of you to snap out of your trance.

“woah, i’m sorry,” quinn began, “i cockblocked you, didn’t i?”

“what?” you and chad say in unison.

“cockblock? i cockblocked you didn’t i?”

“never say that again.” you laughed as quinn exited your room.

“well,” chad started, “i’ll leave you alone now.” he got up, walking towards the door before saying, “goodnight, y/n”

you sat there, but before chad could officially exit you stopped him. “chad, wait.”

he hummed in response, looking back to you. “can you — like stay in here, with me, tonight? i just, i don’t know, feel safer with you i guess.”

chad smiled, walking towards you after closing your bedroom door, “of course.”

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suspicion;

summary: your boyfriends timing is a little to perfect, and a little suspicious. (basically what happened in the og scream with billy and sid but with you and ethan)

warnings: cursing, mentions of murder, knives.

pairing: ethan landry x fem!reader

*lowercase intended*

your phone has been ringing nonstop for the past 5 minutes. now, normally you’d just block the caller but since their caller id is turned off, you can’t. eventually, you had enough.

“hello?” you answer in a annoying and angry tone.

“hello, y/n.” the raspy voice responds.

you furrow your eyebrows, “who’s this? and why do you keep calling me?”

“do you want to play a game?”

“what’re you, fucking jigsaw?” you spoke as you grew more of an attitude with the person on the other line.

“watch your attitude, love.”

“for one, don’t call me that shit,” you paused, “and for two, goodbye.”

as you were about to press the red button that indicates hanging up, the voice speaks up, their voice now angrier.

“if you hang up on me i’ll gut you like a fish!”

you can feel yourself turning pale, fear is plastered all across your face, “who the fuck is this.”

“you’ll see.” the voice said, hanging up immediately after.

“the fuck is that supposed to mean?” you mutter to yourself, glancing down at the phone before you hear your front door slam shut.

you grab a knife off of your kitchen counter before slowly heading towards the door, you see a figure in a ghostface costume standing in front of the door, a knife also in their hand.

“shit.” you whisper, just then the figure launches at you but you successfully dodge and start running to your staircase.

the person then runs after you, slipping on the rug, causing them to fall down. you thought this gave you an advantage but just before you could make the first step, the person in the ghostface costume grabbed your ankle, causing you to fall and hit your head on the stairs; hard.

you were now lying on your stomach before the person sat up and grabbed your shoulder, turning you on your back. your hand flew up to where you had hit your head as you groan in pain.

the figure lifted up a knife in the air, preparing to plunge it into your heart. at this point, you had lost the knife you had, you could barely function but you knew you had to prevent what was about to happen in some way.

you kneed the person right in their space, causing them to drop the knife to the floor as they now groaned in pain. you quickly scrambled up, and ran to your bedroom as you locked the door behind you.

tears were streaming down your cheeks, and as you attempted to catch your breath you hear a noise coming from your window.

everything was kind of fuzzy, props to the stairs you had hit your head on, “please — stop.” you choked out in between sobs.

“stop what?” a voice you immediately recognized, it was your boyfriend, ethan. “are you okay? what the hell happened?”

you ran up to him, hugging him so tight. “the killer — he’s in the house, he tried to kill me.”

“it’s okay, no one is here but us.”

a smirk crept on ethan’s face as he said that, his expression immediately dropped once something fell out of his pocket.

you released him from your grip, looking down at the object that had just landed on your floor. it was a phone, but it wasn’t his phone.

it took you a minute to put two and two together, the person who had kept calling you was an unknown number and ethan has a phone that you’ve never seen before.

“ethan,” you began, slowly taking a step back. “get the fuck out.”

“y/n — what-” ethan spoke, getting cut off by you.

“get the fuck out!” you shouted, turning around before you unlocked the door and ran outside to the police who had just arrived.

you could hear him calling out your name, but you ignored his shouts. it was him, you knew it. his timing especially grew suspicion in you.

authors note;

idk if i like this that much.

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such a whore;

summary: sam fucking you, that’s basically it.

warnings: nsfw, 18+, degradation, choking, doggy style, hair pulling, strap on, crying, cursing (if that’s even needed as a warning)

pairing: samantha carpenter x fem!reader

i cannot force you to not read but if you are under the age of 18 please don’t.

sam was unapologetic in the way she had fucked you tonight, your body couldn’t even compete with hers.

the silicone cock was pounding into your dripping space, the more she thrusted into you, the more you could feel the heat between your thighs.

her hand reached up to the back of your head, grabbing a fistful of your hair as you pathetically whimpered in response.

“you love it when i fuck you like this, don’t you?” sam groaned into your ear, “such a fucking slut.”

you could feel tears welting in your eyes from how good she was pounding into you.

your head flew toward as sam let go of your hair, your knuckles turning white due to how hard you were gripping the sheets.

your orgasm grew closer and closer, and sam knew because of the loud noises and pornographic moans that were escaping your mouth.

you wanted to tell her how much you loved the way she filled you up with her cock, but you just couldn’t. the amount of things you were feeling was so much that it was hard to even breathe let alone speak.

“you’re taking me so well,” sam panted, thrusting in and out of you even harder and faster than before. “tell me how good i make you feel.”

you only moaned in response, earning a slap to your ass from sam. “answer me,” sam spoke, grabbing a fistful of your hair again. “tell me how good i make you feel, how much you want to cum.”

“so good, sam,” you responded, barely able to form a full sentence. “i want to cum — so badly, please.”

a hand crept up to your throat, your orgasm rushing in as everything went fuzzy.

“you liked being choked?” sam smirked, “such a fucking whore for me.”

authors note;

this was my first smut so hopefully it’s good, feel free to leave suggestions or request. i’ll possibly make a prompt list soon

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i love crazy girls;

*SCREAM VI SPOILERS*

summary: you kill detective bailey while in your fathers ghostface costume to save the group.

warnings: blood, murder, mentions of murder, cursing, guns, violence, all that jazz

pairing: chad meeks-martin x loomis!reader

*lowercase intended*

there sam stood, her arms slightly raised in attempt to protect the two behind her; chad and tara.

“well,” tara began, “if you’re going to kill us then come on motherfucker!”

detective bailey displayed a slight smirk on his face as he began to walk up to the three, knife in hand. before he could make it close enough to attack, his phone rang.

“you gonna get that?” sam smirked, knowing who it was.

detective bailey hesitated, grabbing his phone after the third ring. “who’s this?”

“take a guess.” the voice responded.

the realization sets in as bailey laughs in response, “you really aren’t that bright, are you y/n? you do realize i can kill your precious friends before you could say another word.”

“you can sure as hell try, but when the police get here,” you paused, “it’s over. especially for you.”

“i’m a fucking police officer,” bailey spoke, his voice growing louder and angrier. “how do you think this is gonna go, y/n? who do you think they’re gonna believe, huh?”

there was a moment of silence before the voice responded.

“probably the one who’s still alive.”

this time, the voice was louder and the call was no longer connected. the voice was coming from behind detective bailey, just as he turns around the figure launches at him, stabbing him over and over again.

as the knife plunges in and out of his skin, you can hear your fathers voice in the back of your head, “keep going, show no mercy.” he said.

you ignored the voices, raising the knife in the air one last time, “23.”

the knife is planted right in bailey’s eye before being taken right out. the figure wipes the knife off with their glove before throwing it to the ground, taking off the mask to reveal you.

you were out of breath, the adrenaline rushing throughout your body. you made your way over to kirby who had fallen unconscious due to being shot, you grab her gun before walking back over to detective bailey.

you raise the gun, clicking the safety off before pulling the trigger, ending detective bailey’s life for good.

as you drop the gun, you pick up the mask you had been previously wearing before walking towards your friends, arms open and available for a hug.

chad is the first one to initiate the hug, tara and sam doing the same.

“i’m so glad you’re okay,” chad began, “i thought—”

“i know,” you replied, cutting him off as you already knew what he was about to say.

“now, let’s get the hell out of here.” sam said, releasing you from the hug as chad and tara do the same.

“yeah.” you said, taking off the robe, holding the mask in between your arm and chest before placing it back into your hand.

chad rests his arm around your shoulder as the three of you exit the shrine. as you pass by a mirror you see your father’s reflection, a proud expression plastered on his face as you smile before looking towards the ground.

“sorry you had to see all of that,” you told chad, focusing on the ground below you as the two of you walked outside.

“why are you sorry?”

“i don’t know,” you began, “i guess i just think that that made me look really fucking crazy.”

“well, lucky for you,” chad spoke as you glance up at him in confusion, “i love crazy girls.”

authors note;

lmk if y’all liked this 🙏

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masterlist;

# here is where all of my posts will be, making it easier to find them especially if i end up posting a lot.

AU’S:

rudy pankow + y/n

pt. 1

pt. 2

jonathan daviss + y/n

pt. 1

SCREAM:

CHAD MEEKS-MARTIN:

# i like crazy girls;

# safer;

SAMANTHA CARPENTER:

# such a whore;

ETHAN LANDRY:

# suspicion;

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navigation;

MASTERLIST

SMUT PROMPTS

RULES/GUIDELINES

# this blog contains nsfw (and possibly dark) content, if you’re a minor please do not read posts marked as mature or nsfw, i cannot force you not to but i am just putting this out there.

# i will add a masterlist once i post more.

# i might make a smut and possibly fluff prompt list so if i do, i will add the link onto this post.

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