#ethan morales x fem reader

[baby-alien11]

being the good girl dating Ethan Morales

Since the beggining of high school, well even before that, you were known as the girl who never got in trouble, got good grades and never went to parties, you were always invited, but never attended due to being occupied with school

You use to hang out with Devi, Eleanor and Fabiola because they were nice and study hang outs were always fun

Because of your personality and calmed aura, everyone expected you to date someone similar to you

So, when at the beggining of senior year you and Ethan Morales entered the school holding hands, everyone lost their minds, even the teachers

Theories started to fload almost inmediatly, some said that he lost a bet, others that it was a joke, some that you entered your rebel phase

But in reality, everything was real

Things started during summer when the both of you encounter at a night at a 7/11 where you went to get some snacks for the week, Ethan was there but getting some beers with his fake id

Unfortunately that night, you somehow forgot to take your wallet with you, and in a weird turn of events Ethan who was behind you in the line, pay for your snacks

"So, what's the princess doing this late out of her castle?", Ethan asked before you could leave, "What happened to the guardian dragons?"

"They are out of town", you responded knowing that he was refering to your parents, "And don't call my parents that"

"That doesn't respond my first question"

"I run out of my secret snacks and didn't want to wait until tomorrow"

"In that case, let me see what I just pay"

Without asking for permition, Ethan just started to dig into the bag until he pulled out a package of Sour Patch Kids

"Those are my favourites", you shrugged

"Mines too", Ethan smiled

In response, you also smiled feeling comfortable with him

That was the beggining of a friendship that evolute to a relationship

Even if the school found the relationship weird, you and Ethan were happy with each other

Thanks to you, he started to get better notes at school

And your spanish got better thanks to him

Heaven by Julia Michaels was your official relationship song

If someone ever think of messing with you, the next day or even sooner, the person will have something damaged

While you liked to wear some of his clothes like sweatshirts, frannels or shirts, he liked to wear your scrunchies and hair ties, your accesories like necklaces, bracelets and even some of your earings

Surprisingly, your parents loved him

At first they weren't so sure about the whole thing because of his bad boy look, but after seeing how happy both of you were, they started to accept it

Even if your parents kinda like him, both of you liked when they weren't in town because that meant Ethan spent all of that time in your house

Sex with him was amazing, and got better every single time

When your birthday arrived, he gifted you a Sour Patch plushie that somehow found online

You found that so sweet because it represented the first interaction between you two

He was the kind of guy that would do anything for you, even if it includes let you do a skin care routine on him or watch your favorite show or movie, doesn't matter how corny it is

[vampzyke]

୨୧, ethan morales x POC&FEM!reader x devi vishwakumar. -(drabble)

' ethan and devi are dating, and you can't help but crush on the both of them; however, they seem to fancy you, too '

tags rated T, touching, oblivious reader, hinted polyam

you're a pretty reserved girl at school, not exactly studious but not bound to flunk at any moment either. sports is your forte, specifically football which is where you meet aneesa.

aneesa finds you fun to hang with from the get go!!! eventually, you two are joined by the hip. you're never not hanging out with her.

near the beginning of your senior year, aneesa introduces you to devi, fabiola and eleanor. you immediately click with devi, surprisingly. from what you've heard, devi is similar to you when it comes to new people, which may be the reason why you two instantly find one another endearing.

you're not blind, whatsoever. so it doesn't take you long to develop feelings for devi. she's gorgeous and has a killer body. her long, wavy hair is comparable to that of a mermaids, and her dark eyes are sultry at best. her nose ring makes her even more hot, along with her firey attitude. not only that, but she's on the cusp of becoming valedictorian and that immediately seals the deal for you.

she's the whole package, and you're shocked to know of her boy problems at a last minute sleepover.

it's just you and devi in her room cuddling. from an outsiders perspective, the both of you look like a couple. unfortunately, that's not the case. you and devi have just crossed the fine line between friendship and relationship. and it definitely can't be anything more than that, since devis currently dating ethan morales.

devi confides in you, explaining how they aren't that serious. she just needed a rebound after that entire ordeal with ben and margot.

as you listen to devi rant wrapped in her arms, you can't help but sulk silently. you've never talked to ethan, but from the way devis face lights up at the mention of him, it's clear to see he means so much more to her than she realizes.

you never really liked ben or any one of devis boyfriends, but ethan seems to interest you. he's not like her other exes from what she's told you. ethan seems to be genuinely in love with her, and devi is too blind to see it. and, you'll never admit it out loud but he's quite the charmer, too.

the next morning, devi seems to be in a good mood. better than yesterday, and that has you feeling giddy too. it's a saturday, so the two of you take it slow and eventually find yourselves on the couch. devi is super relaxed, since she's got the house to herself.

while you're mindlessly scrolling through netflix, devis phone rings abruptly. you watch in curious when she suddenly excuses herself to the kitchen. from where you're lounging, you spot the big grin on her face as she converses excitedly with whomever is on the other end.

you don't think too much about it, but you do miss the warmth of her body from beside you.

eventually you give up and play a spoifty playlist on the tv, and after who knows how long devi comes back to sprawl herself across the couch, head laying on your bare thighs.

you try not to blush at the contact and instead ask; "so, whos got you all giddy on the phone?"

devis smiles in content, "just ethan, i invited him over if that's fine with you.."

you're not exactly happy, sure ethans eye candy but devi and him aren't exactly known for their modest ways. their pda is on a whole other level, and to be frank, you weren't exactly keen to watch your crush get handsy with a cute boy you liked.

having two people you liked dating eachother was not for the weak.

through gritted teeth, you manage the best smile you can and say; "of course, this is your place. besides, ive always wanted to meet him," you shrug.

devis eyes seem to light up, and she pinches your cheek lightheartedly. "great!"

an hour or so later, the two of you somehow find yourselves wrapped in a thick persian blanket, limbs tangled underneath when there's an abrupt knock on the door.

devis fast asleep, drool forming in the corner of her mouth. slowly you unwrap yourself out of the blanket and get out, tucking devi in a bit more.

you already know who's at the door, so when you open it, you're not exactly suprised when you're blinded by ethans gorgeous smile.

as he greets you, your cheeks redden at the sudden hug from him.

ethans hands find themselves at the small of your back, with his face tucked into your neck. you can't help but think how intimate it all is, especially when you feel him inhale slowly.

"you smell good, y/n." he leans back, though his arms are now situated on your shoulders.

from how close the both of you are, you spot the cute mole on his cheek, and the way his wavy fringe cascades down his forehead perfectly. his lashes are surprisingly long, and it makes his eyes seem endearing more than ever.

"thanks," you can't help but whisper, he winks back in return, dropping his arms from your shoulders. you frowned at the loss of touch.

is he flirting with you?

unfortunately, you're not able to think over the interaction in depth when you suddenly feel someone against your back, their head resting on your shoulder.

its devi, of course. you knew that smell of shampoo from anywhere.

you'd never been this close to devis face ever, you could practically feel her lashes against your face. and as your face reddened, ethan stood before the two of you in amusement.

while your brain malfunctioned, devi and ethan spoke to one another as if this was normal. though you stood frozen, you could feel devis arms slither around your torso, before nestling against the front of your tummy.

this was too much for you to handle.

and even more so when ethan dipped down to devis level and gave her a brief kiss. what was crazier was the fact that you felt the corner of his lips brush against your cheek, too.

ethan backed off and gave you a cheeky grin, and from beside you, you heard devi give out a quiety giggle, her left hand on your waist now, slowly feeling you up and down.

your body felt on the verge of melting.

devi and ethan knew what they were doing, and all you could do was stand there speechless.

ethan shut the door behind him with his foot in one swift movement before focusing his attention on you and his girlfriend.

he looked down at you and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear before asking, "is this okay?"

you couldn't help but nod aggressively, unsure of what was happening yet eager to know either way.

were they into you?

and your question was answered with a wet kiss on the corner of your mouth from devi.

so, they were definitely into you.

[jjmaybank4l]

Texts with Conrad fisher

[notti-stellate]

Who I write for

JJ Maybank

Rafe Cameron

Sam Winchester (platonic)

Dean Winchester (platonic)

Paxton H-Y

Ethan Morales

Edward Cullen

Jasper Hale

Jacob Black

Carlisle Cullen (Platonic)

Eddie Munson

Mike Wheeler

Eddie Kaspbrak

[anikaspookie]

Could you write something about Ethan Morales from Never Have I Ever?? The plot can be whatever but please make it both angsty and fluffy 🙏🙏🙏

I just need more fics about him

I KNOW — ethan morales

DESCRIPTION - ethan comforts you after you get to nervous to talk to one of the college presidents.

PAIRING - ethan morales x fem!reader

WARNINGS - just fluff

You had to get your fav college Yale you were so nervous. The teachers that work at Yale came and many others. You were in line for Yale and you got so scared all of a sudden your anxiety kicked in.

You moved your hands a lot and were shaking it was almost your turn you tried taking deep breaths but you couldn’t it made it worse you felt like someone kicked you in the stomach. You felt sweaty and tried anxiety tips you heard online but they didn’t work. It was your turn you looked at the teacher she spoke “hey how can-” you spoke “I’m sorry I just can’t.” You left the line and realized what you just did you were walking and then ran into Ethan your boyfriend.

He looked at you “oh hey shouldn’t you be applying your college??” You looked at him “I- I couldn’t do it I don’t know what happened. My anxiety kicked in and I embarrassed myself in front of her! Now im never getting into Yale! Fuck I ruin everything with this stupid anxiety” grabbed your shoulder “hey.. look at me” you did and he spoke to you “it’s not your fault, it just happens you know? Everyone has anxiety. I mean I have it sometimes.” You then said “I doubt that…” he wrapped his hands on your waist “I do trust me… but never blame yourself. And I’m pretty sure they’ll understand what happened! Your a strong and amazing person y/n.. and if they don’t understand I might have to steal something.”

You laughed and then told him “please don’t…” he smiled at you “hey someone told me whenever you have anxiety just think of your favorite memory” you looked back at him “thank you.. your seriously the best.. boyfriend ever” he put his hand on your cheek “I know..” and kissed as you kissed him back you pulled away then said “okay time to show them who’s boss.” You went back and knew you were gonna get into your favorite college.

I feel like this is short but oh well but thank you for requesting this! I hope you guys liked this and send more requests is wanted :))

[promiscuouscutie]

All Yours pt. 7

Ethan Landry x fem. Reader, reader is a little naive and Ethan’s obsessed, eventual smut

Warnings for this part: voyeurism, mentions of losing virginity, masturbation, Ethan having dirty thoughts lol, mentions of murder

You've never felt so ready to leave your math class. You usually lived and breathed statistics, but your mind was elsewhere in those sixty minutes. You thought about his hands on your hips, the way he looked at you with hooded eyes the night he kissed you. God, the way he kissed your jaw, trailing more down your neck to make you giggle at the feeling. You found yourself smiling down at your notes, thinking about how his kisses could make your stomach do flips endlessly. You couldn't believe you had a boyfriend. You couldn't believe Ethan Landry was your boyfriend.

The boy who was always there, willing to listen to you ramble. The boy you first met in Photography I at the beginning of the semester. Who would've known you both had taken AP Art throughout high school, getting the credits needed to take higher art courses in college? That truly was luck; Ethan didn't even know you existed until the first day of classes:

He got in the classroom early, picking a desk in the middle. Five minutes before class started, you rushed in, sweat dripping down your temple. You had gotten lost on campus, but it thankfully did not make you late. You eyed the room, finding yourself locking eyes with the curly-headed boy. You wiped the sweat from your face and walked right over to him with a soft smile on your face. He kept his eyes on you, his heartbeat picking up more and more as you got closer to him. And finally, you said your first words to him:

"Is anyone sitting here?"

He almost forgot he could even speak. He cleared his throat and replied "No. No one's sitting there." A simple answer to a simple question made him feel like he would pass out, getting taken off campus on a stretcher. But you sighed with relief and set your stuff on the desk. You told him your name, and he told you his. You said his name was cute, and he bashfully thanked you. Ever since then, he's wanted you to be his.

Your professor finally closed her packet up and turned the projector off, dismissing everyone. You were one of the first to stand, ready to leave the room, but a voice called your name. You turned to see Mia, a girl you had tutored in the past. She was always kind to you, and a very good listener. She thought your notes were a godsend, and you appreciated the compliment. You hadn't hung out so much outside of class besides tutoring, which you didn't mind. But the two of you would text: she'd send you pics of new jewelry she made, and you'd send her pics that you took around campus, adding to your photography collection.

"Do you even feel ready for this next test?" She asked.

"Sorta. It's kinda hard to think about a test when.."

"..When students are being murdered, yeah. I get the feeling," She finished your train of thought. You sighed, gripping the strap of your bag. Three had died so far, but who was to say the numbers wouldn't go up? It worried you greatly. It was impacting the morale on campus as well. Some students weren't showing up to their classes, afraid of getting hurt.

"I knew one of the students that got murdered," Mia admitted.

"Me too." The thought of Michelle came to mind instantly. As much as you didn't like her, you wouldn't have wanted her killed.

"He was nice, sorta. I mean, we talked about movies a lot. He had a thing for slasher films. Used to go on and on about them. But between you and me," she leaned in close, "He seemed too fascinated in the gore of it. It was kinda unsettling." You shivered at the thought. Mia sighed, pulling a hair tie from her wrist.

"But he was nice. I'll miss the guy," she frowned as she put her curls into a ponytail.

"It's terrible. So depressing," you added.

"What is?" A voice chimed in. You turned to find Ethan standing there, making you gasp a little. He had on a baby-blue collared t-shirt and a pair of jeans, his hair looking a little frizzy. You noticed how his muscles looked in the shirt, making your heart race a little.

"You're here," you smiled. Ethan didn't tell you he was coming; you had planned to meet him with the group after your classes were done, and you still had one class left for the day.

"Of course. I wanted to see you," he smiled. You could feel your cheeks warming up as Mia narrowed her eyes at your boyfriend.

"Mia! This is my boyfriend, Ethan. Mia's a friend of mine-"

"We've met before," Mia cut you off. You raised both your eyebrows, surprised. You looked up at Ethan, who had no expression on his face as he stared at her.

"Oh! Do you guys have classes together?" You questioned.

"We went to high school together," Mia explained. Well, what a small world!

Ethan's hand snuck around yours, pulling you closer to him. "Can we get going, pretty?" He whispered in your ear. You nodded, squeezing his hand.

"I'll see you later Mia, okay?" You smiled, waving at her. Ethan kissed your temple, already turning to leave, pulling you with him. As Ethan kept you glued to his side, he looked back at Mia, glaring at her. You didn't notice, too busy fumbling with the zipper on your black jacket. His grip on your hand stayed until you made it out of the building. He dropped it and sat on the nearest bench under a tree.

"So, tell me about your class. How was it, pretty?" He smiled, staring at you. You smiled widely, immediately going on and on about all the things you learned, the little moments where your professor made you laugh, and the doodles you put on the margins of your notes. He didn't interrupt your rambling, simply taking everything in. He couldn't believe you were his girlfriend, his first one at that. All the time he spent obsessing over you amounted to this: calling you his sweet, dumb thing. Not that you were dumb; you were a smart girl. You just had this sense of innocence; you lacked experience. Something about that drove him crazy; it played out in his fantasies all the time:

You'd be whimpering as he spread your thighs apart, showing him out much you were aching, dripping in your panties. He'd groan at the sight of the growing wet patch, whining as he rubs you through your panties. You'd start mewling at the friction, almost on the verge of begging for him to be rougher. He'd slip your panties off and shove them in his pocket, knowing he'd fuck his cock up into them later. He'd press his lips all over your thigh as he rubs your clit in a circular motion, getting closer and closer before meeting your pussy face-to-face. As he starts to suck on your--

"Ethan?? Did you hear me?" Your voice perked up in his ears, bringing him out of his thoughts.

"Oh, sorry. I was just thinking," He looked at the ground, avoiding your eyes. You took some steps forward, standing in between his legs and playing with his hair. "About what?" Ethan grins, trailing his eyes up your body to meet your face.

I'm thinking about how you'd taste on my tongue. "Just thinking about how beautiful you are," he sighed. You blush profusely as you kiss his forehead. “You’re too cute.” He moved his head back to look up at you, his lips forming a grin once again.

“What are you doing tonight?” He asked.

“Nothing much. I was gonna review for my stats exam, but that's about it. Why?" you asked.

"Well, I was wondering if I could come over."

"Oh! Yeah! That'd be great. We could invite the others too, have a little study-"

"No." Your eyebrows raise at the interruption. "No?" You repeat.

"I was thinking we could hang out alone. Just me and you." Ethan stared with alluring eyes, trying to persuade you. And it worked! You felt yourself melting, brushing your fingers against his.

"I'd like that! That sounds nice.." You trail off for a moment, "What do you wanna do?" Ethan had some ideas in mind, all of which involved you becoming a blubbering mess.

"Hm, I don't know! I could help you study, or we could watch movies together," he suggested.

"We can watch scary movies!"

"Yes! What about slashers?" You cringed at the thought, shaking your head.

"I don't think I could sit through one of those, considering everything that's been happening recently." For a moment, Ethan forgot about the killings. He forgot the part he played in the torment of the Carpenter sisters. He forgot the mission his father wanted to complete as a family, to avenge his older brother.

For a few minutes, he was just a boy, talking to the girl he loved.

"Oh! Y-yeah. Sorry. I didn't even think about it."

"It's okay. We'll figure something out," you smile. His heartbeat quickened again, feeling pulled into your presence.

"Of course we will, pretty." He pressed his lips on your temple before pulling out his phone, groaning at the texts his sister sent:

Stop talking to your plaything and hurry up. Dad wants to meet. -sis

Omg I can see the vein popping out of your forehead -sis

Little brooo lets gooo :0 -sis

"What's wrong, E?" He shoved his phone back into his pocket, scoffing at his sister's impatience.

"I have to go."

"Already?" You felt sad, wishing this moment would last longer. He lifts your chin up, looking at your pouty lips.

"Don't be sad. I'm coming over tonight, remember?" You nodded, and he pulled your face into a kiss. He selfishly wanted to leave you longing for him, whiny. He deepened the kiss towards the end before pulling away, making your cheeks warm up.

"I'll text you when I'm on my way tonight!" He called out.

"Okay! See you soon!" You both go your separate ways, thinking about the other, wondering what would await when the night sky came.

"He's coming over?!" Annika gasps as she put the dishes away. You groaned, throwing yourself onto the couch.

"Yes, Anika! And I'm freaking out! What am I supposed to wear?? The clothes I already have on?? What do I do?!" You can hear Anika laughing at your helplessness, not having a care in the world.

"Girl, just put on some comfy clothes. You said you might watch movies, right?" You peek your head over the cushions, like a deer in headlights. "Yeah?"

"That'll be the perfect time to cuddle with him! Wear comfy clothes! Wait, is he sleeping over?"

"I didn't think that far ahead," you say sheepishly.

"Well if he does, I'm not gonna be here. I'll be at Mindy's again, so don't worry about me interrupting you two," she smirked. You roll your eyes at the comment. You jumped off the couch, standing on your feet. "Can you help me pick out my clothes?"

"Of course!" She smiled sweetly. You always appreciated Anika's advice when it came to clothes. She could praise you and make you feel like the prettiest girl in the world. She'd help you pick out outfits to add to your wardrobe all the time. It was safe to say she had heavy influence over the clothes in your dresser. But that wasn't a bad thing! She had great style and helped you find your own.

As you slipped on different outfits, you found yourself remembering the first kiss again. The way he pulled you into his lap, the heavy breathing between the both of you, the way he grabbed your ass. Would he do that tonight? Would he want to go further and have sex? Am I even ready?

You were gonna be honest: you've never had sex. You never felt comfortable getting to that point with anyone in high school, but now you were in college, and you had Ethan in your life. You've touched yourself before, explored your body at night when you were alone. Ethan could attest to that; he'd seen you through the hidden camera in your room.

He replayed the footage on his laptop every night, watching you get yourself dressed and ready for bed. His hands would wander when your hand journeyed down your body, into your underwear. He'd patch your pace, trying to cum at the same time as you. He imagined his hand was yours, coaching him through the process. He relished in the expressions you'd make as you bit your lip, getting closer and closer. He couldn't believe how dirty you were, his little plaything. As much as he hated when Quinn called you that, he found himself liking it recently. It was probably the relationship change, going from friends to boyfriend-girlfriend.

Speaking of Ethan, while you were finding the perfect outfit, he was listening to his father drone on and on about the Carpenter sisters. He and his sister, Quinn, sat beside each other at the kitchen table. He couldn't recall the last time the three of them had been in this house, the house they grew up in. There was a time when Richie woudl lighten the room, putting a smile on everyone's face, even their mom's. The memory of his mother's face made him shudder, bringing him back to reality.

"Ethan? Any updates?" His father repeated.

"What?"

"UPDATES. On the Carpenter sisters. You got anything?"

"O-oh. No. Sorry," he averted his eyes. His father scoffed, rubbing his eyes.

"Ethan, you've got to be fully in this. Alright? You can't just walk away. They killed my son, your brother. Have you forgotten that?"

"No sir."

"Good! Is there anything you can tell me? Maybe someone we have to watch out for?" Ethan furrowed his eyebrows, thinking. "Someone recognized me from high school."

"Who?"

"This girl, Mia. She and I used to be friends when Richie was still around, but after he died, we kinda grew apart." His father narrowed his eyes. "So she knows you're related to Richie."

"Yeah."

"Hm. Interesting. Has she said anything to you?"

"No. But she didn't look happy to see me." Quinn glanced at him, growing anxious.

"Quinn could make a visit to this...Mia girl." Ethan's eyes grew wide. "What? No! She hasn't done anything. She just recognizes me."

"Son, I'm not taking any chances. We can't have anyone connecting us to these killings. We need alibis, so find one for yourself tonight. Understand?"

"But dad, she doesn't-"

"Do you understand?" He repeats with a louder voice. Ethan shrinks in his seat, only nodding. His father smiled. "Good."

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[sunkendreams]

I haven’t seen any billy loomis content on your blog ,,, would love to see some smut of him! nothing specific, I know you’ll write something good!

devil in disguise.

➾ pairing ; billy loomis x fem!reader.

in which billy decides to visit you once your father leaves for his shift — but there’s an additional element.

FORMAT: one-shot — requested.

WORD COUNT: 6.7K.

WARNINGS: SMUT (mdni), loss of virginity, rough sex, unprotected sex, p in v sex, multiple positions, multiple orgasms, sex during a storm, dirty talk, fingering (f!receiving), cunnilingus, oral sex (f!receiving), heavy knifeplay, billy is a little deranged in this, begging, creampie, cumplay, bloodplay, tiddy sucking, mild body worship, biting, hickeys/marking, choking, hair-pulling, finger sucking

AUTHOR’S NOTE: not gonna lie, I was suffering from billy brainrot and this emerged from my brain. I love him so much !!! I do want to write some more mickey & ethan landry content too, but I do need to tell y’all about my new influx of blorbos lately LOL! love you all so much and thanks for your continued support! Means the world to me!

Whenever it rained in California, you considered it to be a once-in-a-lifetime occasion — wisps of black clouds fluttered overhead, accompanied by the haze of an overcast sky. Even for the evening, the skies were unnaturally dark, making it seem like nighttime altogether. The scent of encroaching dewdrops drifted through your bedroom.

“Honey?” Your father gently tapped his knuckles against the white pane of your door, dressed in his police uniform. “Mind if we talk?” He asked, clearing his throat. The badge of the Woodsboro Sheriff’s Department glistened on his ironed shirt.

With the recent killings of Casey Becker and Steven Orth plaguing your school, your father had reason to be concerned. He was the Chief, after all — he was cleaning up mess after mess, investigating these murders without any leads. Stress shimmered upon his features, showing up as heavy bags underneath his eyes.

You swiveled around within your seat, busying yourself with homework for the evening. Books were strewn across your desk, accompanied by a computer that barely ran nowadays anyway.

“Sure,” You cleared your throat, awkwardly shuffling away from your chair to the edge of your bed. “What’s up?” The relationship with your father was somewhat tenuous — being the daughter of a police chief came with unwanted attention and his constant overprotective nature.

“You know about the murders,” He began, looming in the doorway of your bedroom. His countenance glistened with a thinly-veiled anxiousness, but also a bit of fear. You rarely saw your father show anything remotely close to terror, but here he was. “About your classmates.”

“Yeah,” Your brows furrowed together — where was he going with this? “You don’t want me to leave the house anymore, do you?” An exasperated sigh escaped you, but he immediately shook his head.

“No, no. I just think …” He clicked his tongue. “No visitors for a while, not until we clear everyone at the school as a suspect.” A sinking feeling pooled within the pit of your stomach, accompanied by disappointment. It meant that your boyfriend couldn’t come over — indefinitely.

Billy Loomis was a mysterious boy, cunning and charming with a silver tongue — he constantly wrapped you up in it, time and time again. He’d broken up with Sidney Prescott last year, not long after her mother had passed away. He was more than good to you, but your father wasn’t convinced.

His suspicion of Billy wasn’t subtle whatsoever, and it irked you at times. You’d gotten into several arguments about the morality and character of your paramour, and your father had inevitably relented, letting you date him — but there was always protest involved.

“I think you want to say Billy, Dad.” You uttered, lips curling into a sour frown as you stomped back to your chair with an indignant huff. “You’ve always disliked him. This isn’t about anyone else I hang out with — it’s about him.” Your tone became clipped and volatile, prompting you to return to studying.

Chief Burke let out a deep sigh, knowing he’d upset you with this news. “We’ll talk about that later,” He murmured, checking his watch with a thin-lipped expression. “I have to get going to the station.” Your father stepped forward, attempting to press a kiss against the top of your head — but you’d flinched away.

Gritting your teeth together, you attempted to maintain a shred of kindness towards your father. You wanted to explode, but it wasn’t a good time. He was under a lot of stress. “Love you.” You sighed, grabbing your pencil as you returned to writing something down in your notebook.

“I’ll see you in the morning.”

From behind the curve of your shoulder, you watched as your father retreated from your bedroom, shutting the door behind him in the process. A twinge of guilt flickered through you, and you couldn’t help but feel like the villain. Your mother was out on work-related business, and your father was drowning away in work.

Oftentimes, you were left to your own devices, absorbed in school, hanging out with your friends, or spending time with Billy — but that was all on an eternal hiatus, it seemed. You pressed your tongue against the inside of your cheek, stepping toward your door. The house was eerily silent, just you and the encroaching thunderstorm.

A clap of thunder rattled the skies, causing you to nearly jump out of your own skin. Goosebumps formed along the column of your spine as you crept down the stairs, traipsing towards your kitchen. Being home alone had a plethora of perks — the alcohol being one of them. If your father knew about all of the underage drinking, he’d likely have a heart attack.

There were so many things that he didn’t know about.

A brief flash of lightning illuminated your surroundings, casting the kitchen in a quick burst of white. You opened up the refrigerator, carefully removing one of your dad’s Abita’s from the side door. After rattling around in the cupboards, you found the bottle opener, popping open the amber lager as a stream of vapor emerged from the top.

You were swift to retreat back upstairs, latching your bedroom door in the process. You placed the beverage along the edge of your desk, listening to the atmospheric deluge of rain pattering outside, falling against the rooftops. You left your window open, lulled into a sense of comfort from the stormy evening.

A sharp thump reverberated against the side paneling of your house, prompting you to rock forward. Normally, you wouldn’t have given it much thought, but considering that someone was killing your classmates, it filled you with a pang of dread.

Hesitant, you crept toward the window, and through the haze of rain and darkness, you noticed a figure moving against the tall wall of lattice that climbed around the back of your home. You squinted, head canting to one side as you realized who was sneaking around.

Billy’s soaked frame appeared before you within an instant, still scaring you as a strangled gasp escaped your lips. “Billy!” You squeaked, lips parted as you noticed his hair, slick and plastered to his skull. The blue-and-white flannel he wore atop a white t-shirt remained stuck to him like a second skin.

“Hey,” He greeted cooly, flashing you one of those little smiles that made butterflies erupt within your stomach. Those warm, earthen-colored hues shamelessly flickered across your attire, finding some sort of attraction in the long-sleeved nightgown you wore. “Cold?”

“Not really,” You mused, nibbling along your lower lip as he ogled the still-icy beer sitting atop your desk. A bemused chuckle left him as he sauntered forward, head cocked to one side. “You’re soaked. Did you walk all the way here?”

“Thought I’d walk, but I wasn’t expecting the rain,” Billy murmured, taking a hold of your drink. “A little brazen, don’t you think? Aren’t you worried that your father might arrest you for underage drinking?” He teased, mouth curling into a playful grin as he took a swig of lager.

“What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him,” You chimed, nose wrinkling in amusement as he passed the bottle to you. With a brief exhale, you took a drink of lager, feeling the bitter twang of alcohol swarm your mouth as you swallowed. “Do you need me to throw anything in the dryer?” For someone soaked to the bone, Billy remained unphased.

He shook his head in dismissal, clicking his tongue soon afterwards. “No,” Billy’s brows furrowed together for a moment, and then he peered toward the door. “Your old man not around tonight?” Normally, he was always quiet for your sake — and you were often a ball of nerves, but you seemed so carefree tonight.

“He’s gone until the morning.” It was a declaration and a not-so-subtle hint — you could stay. Your relationship with Billy was still somewhat new and flourishing, but you were hoping that it would only continue to intensify. You hadn’t really done much of anything outside of making out and touching. He was patient with you, too.

Billy hummed, gaze surveying your bedroom with a sheen of curiosity. He often searched for new details or anything he found intriguing. His fingertips grazed across your quilted bedspread, and then toward the open window. “Do you like thunderstorms?” He asked. “Or do you keep the window open for me?”

“Would it make you feel better if I said both?” A bubbly burst of laughter escaped you as you tidied up your desk, putting your studying aside for the time being. You enjoyed the lightheartedness of it all despite the dour weather and less-than-savory conversation you’d had with your father twenty minutes prior.

His footsteps were light across the carpeted floor until he approached you, palm cupping your jaw with a certain level of care. At the very beginning, he asked you for everything — for a touch, for a kiss. You didn’t want him to ask nowadays, careening into the warmth of his hand as he brought you in for a kiss.

This bout of shyness always rippled through you whenever he was near — his presence was so enigmatic and overwhelming in the best of ways. He smelled like a smoky cologne, accompanied by the scent of dewdrops. You shivered when his arm crept to your hips, lightly massaging at your waist over the cotton of your nightgown.

Billy was an incredible kisser — always walking a fine line of soft and voracious. You wondered what it would be like for him to really give in. It was a fantasy that had crossed your mind more than you could count. His head tilted slightly, thumb tracing over your chin before he withdrew, stare bleeding with a thinly-veiled desire.

“You’re beautiful,” He uttered reverently, idly dragging the pad of his thumb across your lower lip. “Prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.” Billy’s voice was husky, an alluring drawl that was barely above a whisper. It sent a shudder of delight cascading down your spine, anticipation pooling within the pit of your stomach.

A brief sigh left you, trapped within your throat as you tilted inward, hands pressed against his chest. The material was damp underneath your palms, not that you cared. He had snuck through your bedroom window countless times — but it felt so much heavier this time around, given your father’s stark statement of not wanting you to see him.

You ducked your head, heat crawling across your body as you chewed at your lower lip. Billy knew that you were smitten, and he devoured every scrap that he could, but something felt off, as if you had something to tell him, dancing upon the tip of your tongue. “Hey,” He murmured, titling your chin up to meet his gaze. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, just …” You couldn’t lie to him. Billy had this radar for bullshit, able to see right through you, pierce your armor with ease. “It’s my dad, that’s all.” Admittedly, you were hesitant to reveal the truth, considering that Billy sometimes had a strong reaction to things.

Billy had a feeling that your father had it out for him — an intelligent man, to be certain. Of course, such suspicions were true, but he wasn’t about to make that known. A huff of laughter escaped him, followed by another debonair grin. “What, does he want to arrest me?” He mused, pressing a string of soft kisses along your jaw.

“Something like that,” You mumbled, burying your face into the crook of his neck. He smelled incredible, like a dusky night, drawing you in with his magnetizing pull. “He doesn’t want me to see you right now because of all of the killings and stuff.” The confession felt like a weight within your chest, but oddly enough, Billy didn’t seem too angered by this.

“Does he think I’m a suspect?” Billy questioned, point-blank. His tone became rather blunt, but still held that little shred of amusement. In the grand scheme of things, he was on the right track — unbeknownst to you, of course. It would stay that way.

“I don’t think so. He’s just skeptical, I guess. It’s his job.” You hesitated, drawing away just enough to get a look at your boyfriend’s handsome visage. “I just don’t want you to feel threatened or feel like you can’t come around. I don’t care what he says — I want to be with you.” You murmured, brows furrowing together.

His jaw tensed, gaze incendiary and oozing with a lasciviousness as he pressed a lingering kiss to your mouth, fingers idly stroking aside some of your hair. Billy had grown very fond of you, but with that, there was always some twisted desire to corrupt — the obsession that blossomed with it all.

“You have me,” Billy exhaled, body pressed against yours, hands pinning you close. “This all feels a little defiant, doesn’t it?” His tone had dropped an octave, akin to a delicate purr as he brushed his mouth against yours. You leaned in this time, pressing your lips against his as you chased after that sensation with a fervor.

“Yeah,” You whispered, feeling a newfound thrill churn within your stomach, coupled with exhilaration. “Can you stay tonight?” You asked, fingers gently weaving themselves into his mousy tresses, tugging at the hair around the nape of his neck.

His head cocked to one side as he arched an eyebrow. “I thought I couldn’t,” Staying implied one thing — sex. You had never propositioned it until now, let alone entertained the thought. “Unless you’ve changed your mind.” He didn’t want to rush anything or pressure you into something that you weren’t prepared for.

The constant feeling of doom hung over you — religion and saving yourself had always been a point of contention in your family. You were worried that Billy would leave you if he had you, but you knew that wouldn’t be the case. You were ready to have your first time and have it be with him.

Your head began to bob in a little nod, heat creeping across your body as it blossomed within your cheeks with a burning sensation. “I want you,” You whispered, breath hitching within your throat. “I — I need you, really. I don’t want you to go, Billy.” You mumbled, nearly gasping when his hand began to caress along the curve of your thigh.

“Are you sure?” Billy asked, brows knitting together in a moment of concern. “We don’t have to do anything intense,” He reassured, pressing another kiss against your jaw, and then to your neck. “I don’t want you to feel rushed.” Admittedly, he wanted nothing more than to touch you, to take your virginity, make you feel good, but it needed to be on your terms.

It felt good — the spark of retaliation and rebellion against your father, seeing Billy again in such a secretive fashion. You knew that if anyone found out, namely your parents, you’d be in a world of trouble. Fortunately, it was just the two of you and an empty house.

“You’ve been really patient with me,” You murmured, a soft sigh drifting from your lips as you sank forward into his embrace. “I want this.” Billy’s constant chase for consent and ensuring your comfort was beyond attractive, and you were thankful for it, but this was long overdue.

A soft laugh burst forth from his chest as Billy stroked at your cheek, calloused fingertips traveling across the delicate plane of your visage. “I would wait for as long as you wanted me to.” He uttered, gaze shifting from affectionate to incendiary, simmering with an unmistakable sensuality.

He was so good to you — your ex-boyfriend paled in comparison to Billy Loomis in more ways than one. “I know,” You sighed, lips twitching into a smitten smile as your digits plucked at the damp fabric of his shirt. You pressed another chaste kiss against his mouth. “Should I shut the window?”

Billy clicked his tongue, mouth twitching into a faint smirk. “No,” He swept strands of hair behind your ear, cradling your cheek within his warm palm. “You’ll have to be quiet. You think you can handle that?” The little evocation of a challenge was prevalent — your insides turned to metaphorical mush as you shivered.

“I can’t promise anything.” Your voice was wrought with excitement, barely above a whisper. The blood was rushing to your head and heart, hot and fervent as Billy gently guided you toward your bed. His smirk morphed into a wolfish grin, unable to tear his eyes away from you.

As he placed you down against the mattress, atop your quilted bedspread, he crawled in between your legs, lips hungrily returning to kiss you. He tasted like a lick of amber lager, intertwined with breath mints and the hint of cigarettes. Your heart began to beat faster as Billy’s hand rubbed along your thigh, digits flicking at the hem of your panties.

The ambiance of the thunderstorm outside provided a rather atmospheric setting, on top of the dim lighting throughout your bedroom. Rain noisily pounded against rooftops and the surrounding neighborhood, as if masking the salaciousness of your actions. Your hands pushed at his flannel, and he took it off, along with his white t-shirt.

“May I?” You whispered, eyes wide and mesmerized as Billy let out a brief chuckle. He was so painfully handsome, especially when he smiled — it only served to make you squirm, goosebumps erupting underneath his wandering touch.

“You’re sweet,” Billy murmured, voice deliciously husky as he pressed a kiss against your mouth, teeth playfully snagging your lower lip. The sheepish, stupefied reaction you had was well worth it, prompting him to grab one of your wrists, steering your hand to wherever you wanted it to go. “I want to see you.”

His composure was beginning to crumble, foundation being chipped away at. You were so infectious, like a fever, and Billy only wanted more. He had to restrain himself from being rough, watching with lustful eyes as you sat up a little bit.

You shivered when his hands slipped underneath your nightgown, curling into the hem as he helped you take off the lengthy, frilled garment. Billy licked at his lower lip, hooded stare eating you alive once you were stripped of that coverage. The pastel brassiere and panties you wore were just in the way.

“Lay down.” Billy husked, presence exuding a domineering edge without even trying. You silently obeyed, breath hitching within your throat as he covered your body with his, all sinewy muscle and tan skin. His mouth clashed with yours, voracious and all-consuming as he kept himself propped up with one arm.

Curious, needy digits found their way to your chest, groping and kneading at your chest over the material of your bra. “Billy.” You sighed, moaning into his mouth when he bit at your lip again. It was sharp and somewhat painful, but admittedly, you found that minuscule prick of discomfort to be exciting.

With a brusque tug, Billy’s palm circled around your bare breast, massaging at the sensitive flesh as he tugged at your nipple. Your hands flew to the nape of his neck, dragging through his hair as his mouth tore away from yours, only to find their purchase against the slender column of your throat.

Your flesh was velveteen underneath him, warm to the touch as he began to suckle against the sensitive flesh of your jugular. Teeth and lips created a series of marks — some were more obvious than others. A clap of thunder caused you to jump, a soft gasp escaping you as your body clashed with Billy’s.

His grin was tangible, like an imprint seared into your collarbone as he peered at you with those shimmering brown hues. “Scared?” He murmured, flashing those pearlescent teeth in a brief grin. Billy felt your skin erupt with goosebumps, creeping like a wildfire across your body.

“No,” You protested, tongue absentmindedly swiping across your lower lip. You gently tugged on his hair, hands wandering about until you were cupping his narrow face within your palms. “You’re so perfect.” A soft, enthralled sigh escaped you as he stared down at you.

That calculating, searing gaze would have burned right through you if it were possible — you could feel the desire that oozed from eyes alone. Billy turned his head, planting a kiss against your palm as he grabbed your wrist, fingers tangling with yours.

“You’re beautiful,” His voice dipped into a low, lascivious purr, a delicious octave that made you shudder. “You’re mine.” Billy uttered, and for a moment, there was something dark and innately possessive within his voice, something that you hadn’t heard before. While some might’ve found it strange and obsessive, you were hooked.

You swallowed the growing lump within your throat, feeling his lips press against yours again with a vigor and urgency. Silence drifted between the two of you, but the intensity and desire only seemed to amplify. His kisses were ravenous and passionate, accompanied by teeth and tongue.

“Take this off,” Billy murmured in between kisses, tugging on your brassiere for emphasis. His digits deftly felt along your body, ending up between your legs as he began to touch you. You were barely able to unclasp your bra without squirming and wriggling, hips jolting forward. “Hold still for me, baby.”

Inclined to obey, you ceased your movements, breath hitching within the back of your throat as his hand dipped beneath the waistband of your panties. You felt absolutely pathetic, already wet from just the tension and kissing alone. With this discovery, Billy grinned, letting out a soft laugh as his digits ghosted along your cunt.

“You’re wet for me and I haven’t even touched you yet,” Billy crooned, pressing a heated, sloppy kiss against your collarbone. His other hand torturously tugged and caressed at your breast. “So sweet.” He uttered, nipping at the soft flesh of your chest.

You moaned, body set ablaze as he dragged two digits along your cunt, allowing them to sink inward as he briefly touched your clit with his thumb. “Billy,” You whimpered, legs parting for him as he settled between them, reveling in your pleasured expression. “Please, please don’t stop.” You wanted to cry.

A low hum emerged from his chest, mouth pressing gentle, lasting kisses around your breast. “You’re so pretty.” He mumbled, taking your hardened peak into his maw as he sucked at your nipple. Those experienced, quick fingers developed a rhythm as he stroked along your slit, thumb lazily circling your clit.

Billy could only imagine what you’d be like if he were rough with you — if he had a knife in his hand, licking the blood from your swollen mouth. The thought alone made his cock throb within his jeans, but he would save it for another time.

As he bent you to his will, making you submit with his fingers alone, your body viscerally reacted to his ministrations, back beginning to arch. “B—Billy,” You sighed with passion, goosebumps beginning to coalesce along your spine. “God, feels so good.”

Innocent — that’s what you were. Vulnerable and pious, something to covet. Billy wanted to possess you, breathe you in, control you.

Akin to a canary trapped within the talons of a predator, you squirmed with delight, desperate for his embrace. His digits dipped toward your warm entrance, teasing you with gentle prod. “I’ll try to be gentle,” He crooned. “You make it so hard for me. Just relax.” Billy mumbled, teeth grazing your nipple as he licked at your sternum.

You nodded, stomach churning with molten heat as you felt some pressure. Your fingers dug into the nape of his neck, leaving behind crimson crescents as he kissed along your stomach. His digits sunk into you with some resistance, pushing into your tight cunt. A wanton moan escaped you, mouth agape.

It was a foreign sensation, but you savored every second, cunt clenching pathetically around his fingers as he began to find a sluggish rhythm. Billy kissed his way toward the heat between your thighs, tongue raking liquid heat over your aching core.

A spasm ran through you as a choked whine escaped your mouth, countenance rippling with surprise. “O—Oh,” You croaked, awash with delight as his mouth carefully roamed over your slick cunt. He began to lick and lap at your core — slower, at first — more exploratory. “Billy!” You squeaked.

The myriad of sensations you were experiencing were excruciatingly pleasant. It was pure bliss, feeling his lips caress your slit, digits steadily pumping their way in and out of you as he toyed with your clit. Every mewl and moan only spurred him on.

Something dark and alluring danced within his eyes, and when you lazily rolled your head to look down, his stare could’ve burned right through you. A flash of lightning only contributed to his sinister countenance, lips twitching into a smirk as he lapped at your cunt.

Billy ate you out like a man starved, touching you in places that you’d only dreamed of. His tongue was hot, raking hot embers over your slit as he showered you in endless attention. A strangled gasp escaped you as his fingers stilled, nose bumping against your clit.

His palm splayed out along the meat of your thigh, nails digging in, fingers pressing down hard enough to leave behind bruises. You clawed at his hair, hips lurching forward, but he pinned you down without hesitation, shivering at the sound of your sweet, innocuous moans.

Part of you wanted him to be rough, to really show you how much he desired you. Every fiber of your being ached for him in a way that made you itch, heat crawling across your supple flesh. “You can be rough,” You whispered, feeling the subtle hitch in his throat, tongue stilling atop your clit. “Billy.”

Billy’s jaw tensed, gaze dancing with a subtle malevolence, intermingled with obsession. His darker side often festered under the skin, but when you asked him to be rough, he knew he needed to be careful. He didn’t want to hurt you or scare you away with his potential antics.

“You want me to be rough?” His tone emerged as a low purr, murmured into the pliant meat of your inner thigh. Billy’s teeth suddenly nicked flesh before he licked at your cunt again, grazing your clit in an effort to tease you. “You don’t know what you’re asking for.” It was more of a warning than anything else.

Maybe he was right — you hadn’t the slightest clue of where this could lead.

Whatever darkness you saw, part of you viewed it as an act, as a facade for the sake of intimacy. Nonetheless, you still wanted him to be a little more forceful with you. As much as you savored his gentle streak, you wanted the intensity and the heat of the moment.

He wanted to let you stew on it for a little while, lips greedily pursing around your clit as he began to suck a the sensitive clutch of nerves. Billy’s fingers pushed themselves inside of you again, evoking a barrage of pleasured whines and moans from you. It very nearly derailed your train of thought.

With quivering digits, you reached for his hair again, raking through his tresses with a fervor. Billy felt you tug and pull, which only served to spur him on as he finger-fucked you into a blissful oblivion. It was intermingled with delicate licks to your clit, causing you to writhe in-place.

“I’m close,” You whined, hoping that he would keep going or be rough. Part of you wondered why he was so hesitant, but you didn’t want to push the matter. “Billy, please don’t stop!” With a shrill cry, his ministrations only intensified, fingers pistoning in and out of your cunt.

Billy gazed at you with eyes that almost appeared black, simmering with an unrestrained desire. “Yeah?” He purred, lips dutifully returning to suck and lap at your clit. The sensations were mind-numbing, nearly overwhelming as your stomach surged with a churning heat.

He curled his digits inside of you, letting you simmer on that sensation alone before he stopped. Billy finger-fucked you, accompanied by the tantalizing movements of his mouth. He couldn’t get enough of you, delighted to lap at your sweet cunt.

You nodded several times over, bucking toward his mouth as he continued to kiss and suck at your clit. Billy led you into the white-hot abyss of your orgasm, digits drenched in your slick as he withdrew, licking at his lower lip.

The pleasure was almost blinding, body hot and borderline feverish as you attempted to regain your composure. Your chest rose and fell with quick pants, mouth dry as Billy crawled up, covering your body with his as he placed two fingers against your lower lip.

“Open,” It wasn’t a question — it was a demand. Billy’s countenance had become shadowed, jaw tense as he watched you sheepishly open your mouth. You felt filthy for doing something like this, visibly flustered as his digits landed upon your tongue. “Only right if you have a taste.”

You shivered, a noise stirring within your throat as you began to suck, able to taste yourself in the process. He seemed delighted, lips twitching into a subtle smirk as he made you continue to his satisfaction.

“You sure you want this?”

His question was sharp and succinct, annunciated with something penetrating. Billy knew that if he went to his roots, to become something close to who he really was, he ran the risk of scaring you away. Brown eyes bored into you, hawkish and calculating as you withdrew his fingers from your mouth.

“Yes,” You replied, wondering what exactly he had in-mind in terms of being rough. “I trust you.”

A big mistake — your naïveté was laid bare, stretched out along your sleeve. Billy was untrustworthy, a sinister force with the means for destruction, but you were none the wiser. He liked your innocuous nature, the sweetness that oozed from every pore.

“Stay here.” Billy murmured, slipping off of your bed as he made for your bedroom door. You very nearly questioned him, wanting to know where he was going, but a rancorous clap of thunder effectively silenced you as you sank down into your mattress.

You counted — Billy was only gone for three minutes.

When he emerged through your bedroom door, it almost didn’t feel like the same person — not your charming, debonair brown-eyed boyfriend. He seemed possessed, as if something else had grabbed ahold of him. The glint of silver sparkled within his right hand, and that’s when you saw the large kitchen knife.

Something heavy swirled within the pit of your stomach — exhilaration intermingled with fear and uncertainty. You knew that he wouldn’t hurt you, but being rough was a different matter entirely. You gulped, throat thick as Billy moved toward the edge of your bed, available hand grabbing your thigh.

He dragged you close, looming over you with a shimmer in his eyes that told you he was still mostly himself. Even then, that pang of terror gripped you as he prodded the tip of the knife into your thigh.

“Billy,” You exhaled, goosebumps forming underneath the knife’s sharp blade. He continued to trace it across your supple flesh, moving it along your hip bone until he let it ghost above your stomach. “Want you t—to fuck me.” You stammered.

“You want me to fuck you?” Billy murmured, leaning inward, knife in-hand. You felt the blade jut into the swell of your breast, causing you to shudder from the icy chill of the steel. “Maybe I’ll gut you with this, instead.” He stated, though his voice held some modicum of playfulness to it, just enough to ease your nerves.

The doe-eyed look you wore made him frenzied — he wanted nothing more than to see you like this all the time. Billy hastily reached down, unbuckling his jeans with a sudden haste as he crawled on top of you, sticking the tip of the knife into your ribcage.

You gasped, and when you attempted to lean away from the knife, he simply pinned you there. The tip of his cock was oozing with precum, erection desperately grinding along your slit. “Billy!” You whimpered, afraid that he would accidentally dig the knife a little too far.

“Gotta stay still, pretty girl. You don’t want my hand to slip.” He warned, pressing a hot, incendiary kiss to your lips. You reciprocated, cunt throbbing from the added thrill of the blade as he began to ease himself inside of you.

The sudden intrusion made you cry out — you hadn’t done this before or gone this far, and Billy knew that. A myriad of breathy moans escaped you as you attempted to adjust, feeling his leg nudge you apart, spreading you open for him.

He pressed a series of kisses against your face in an effort to soothe you, teeth nicking the soft flesh of your jawline. Billy hesitated, waiting for you to have some time to adjust, heart pounding erratically, akin to the beating of a drum. You reached for his neck, hands tangling together at the nape.

“Still want it rough?” Billy murmured into your ear, hot breath fanning out across the side of your cheek. The blade of the knife prodded into your abdomen, as if it were issuing a stark warning — to turn back, or to proceed. You wanted him more than anything else — rough or not.

You couldn’t deny the excitement and sick thrill you gained from this, as if it had suddenly unlocked unfamiliar territory for you. Billy’s gaze danced with a lustful fire, tongue swiping across his lower lip.

After enough deliberation, you nodded, nearly shying away underneath his shadowed stare. “Yeah, I do.” You whispered, throat becoming thick as he thrust his hips forward, cock burying itself deep into your tight cunt. The feeling was intense, but his eyes were worse.

Billy grinned, throat erupting with a sardonic chuckle as he clicked his tongue. “That’s my girl.” He kept the knife against your stomach, threatening to dig into skin as he began to fuck you. The friction was delicious, breathing heavy, chest to chest, silvery blade prodding at your belly.

“Billy,” You moaned, back arching into the brutality of his thrusts, legs rattling like leaves. His hand grabbed at your leg, hitching it around his waist for better leverage, hips rutting forward in a series of sharp thrusts. “A—Ah! Please don’t stop!”

His teeth brazenly snagged across your lower lip, biting down hard enough to draw blood. He kissed you then — vitriolic copper intermingling between mouths, breath hot and labored as he fucked you in some frenzied state. Your poor cunt clenched around him, drawing him right in.

With a brief adjustment, he moved onto his knees, cock still pounding away at you as he used the grip on your leg as a crutch. Billy dragged the knife along your body, digging the tip into your sternum, letting it ghost above your breasts. He wanted to lick the fear in your eyes — drink it right from the source.

“Look so pretty like this,” He purred, using the cold flat of the knife to press into your chest. It caused you to moan, eyes rolling into the back of your skull as he continued to fuck you at a rather brutal pace. “You like this, don’t you?” Billy huffed, noticing the way your flesh prickled with a barrage of goosebumps.

You nodded, somewhat reluctant to admit to enjoying the roughness of it all. You felt the tip of the knife press just underneath your jaw, causing you to shudder, hips pushing forward as he met you halfway.

Every fiber of your being felt feverishly hot, like a live wire, coursing with raw electricity. The fire that burned bright within your belly demanded to be extinguished, cunt clenching around his cock as Billy continued to fuck you. He very nearly pulled out before ramming himself right back into your tight heat.

Billy momentarily abandoned the knife, grabbing at your hips as he turned you over, manhandling you onto your stomach. You gasped, letting out a series of moans and whimpers as his fingers roamed through your hair, tugging fistfuls of it as he rutted into you.

It was hot and quick, as if he didn’t have any time left at all. “Billy!” You cried out, feeling somewhat abashed as his cock slapped into your cunt, body pressed to yours. Once he’d gotten himself going, you felt the intrusive chill of the knife again, scraping back and forth along your spine.

“I—I’m close,” You panted, hands clawing at the quilt beneath you, nails threatening to pluck the strings and fabric away. Billy didn’t stop for anything, fucking you at a very erratic, feral speed, yanking on your hair. The knife added an element of danger, liquid heat coalescing between your thighs. “Don’t stop.”

“Yeah?” He purred, gritting his teeth together as his cock throbbed with an urgency. Billy groaned — a deep, unrestrained noise, and you yelped when the blade had cut too deep. He didn’t intend to cut you — it was a shallow, superficial wound, but it only drove him crazy. “Fuck, you’re perfect.”

The cut on your back oozed with rivulets of blood, not nearly enough to warrant any concern. You moaned, huffing and writhing atop the quilt as Billy pushed into you once more, cumming inside of you without a second thought.

He pulled out midway through, leaving behind a sticky mess of his seed along your cunt and inner thighs, intermingled with your arousal. Your body twitched and spasmed, awash with a sense of relief.

“Shit,” Billy murmured, clamoring away to find you a towel. He pressed it against your back, hoping to wash away some of the blood, even if it wasn’t very much at all. “I’m sorry, baby. I got carried away — I didn’t even think.” He sighed, watching as you attempted to clean yourself up.

“It’s fine, Billy. I know you didn’t mean to,” A soft exhale escaped you as you attempted to regain your composure, hoping to seize another towel as you sheepishly wiped his cum off of your body. You were sensitive and hot to the touch in the aftermath of it all. “I did enjoy it.”

Billy appeared perplexed, neglecting to comment for now. He wanted to take care of you as any dutiful boyfriend would do, retrieving your panties and nightgown as he helped you get dressed again. Outside, the thunderstorm continued to rage on.

“You did?” You shouldn’t have said anything — Billy’s thoughts went somewhere dark and salacious. Now, he wanted to fuck you with the knife all the time. If he were lucky, you’d bear more than one scar. It was a possessive mark, a reminder that you belonged to him.

“Yeah,” You confessed, laying down on your bed. Billy hastily zipped his jeans up, declining to put his shirt back on, given that it was still soaking-wet from the rain. “That was amazing. I’m glad I got to do it with you.”

As he laid down beside you, his gaze became dark and shadowed once again. His finger idly traced across the newly-formed cut on your back, lips pressing themselves all over your neck. “Maybe we could try something different next time.” He proposed.

“Like what?” You asked, admittedly curious as you snuggled against him. His digits idly roamed throughout your hair, mouth briefly pressing against yours before he withdrew altogether.

There was a sly, indiscernible look within his eyes — you didn’t know if you should’ve been worried or not.

“Maybe a costume next time.” Billy murmured, and despite the bemused grin on your face and his subtle smirk, you were entirely oblivious to the multifaceted meaning of his words.

Fortunately for you, you were safe — for now.

[ethanmorales]

Misconceptions

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Part Three - Thawed

Pairing: Ethan Morales x fem reader 2.7k words Requested Tags: @arij3lly @hitoshislut @bjrmaybank @ghostfaceorgirlfriend Warnings: swearing, smut

"I missed you.”

I roll my eyes. “You always say that".

“I always mean it,” he says.

I study him carefully and he lets me. His eyes never falter, just stay on mine as if he has nothing to hide.

“Did something happen?” I finally ask.

Ethan smiles, “You see too much, lady. Have I ever told you that?”

“Only when you’re mad at me,” I say with a shrug. He laughs at this and wraps an arm around my waist; then rests his forehead on my shoulder, hiding his face from me. I feel him taking a deep breath.

“I’m just tired.” He mumbles.

I wait a moment before responding as gently as I can, “Is it your parents again?”

His arms around me tighten but he says nothing. My heart sinks, suddenly feeling crappy about being mad at him all this time. I’m the only one that knows about his parents. The only person he can come to even if he never actually talks about it. Suddenly I feel guilty for thinking more about my own selfish feelings when I know he’s got a lot going on at home. Things that are far more important to him right now.

I lift a hand and smooth it over his hair as he continues to rest his head on my shoulder. We stay like that for a few minutes until he finally lifts his head, a cheeky smile adorning his lips.

“What?” I ask, already knowing him well enough to know that this smile means trouble. All kinds of trouble.

“Let’s do something stupid,” he declares.

I take a deep breath, “Fine. Just nothing illegal. I’m still traumatized about last time.”

Ethan laughs heartily. “You’re the reason we got caught!”

I huff, acting undignified. “Well, I’m sorry. At the time, I wasn’t aware that we were conducting criminal activity. My apologies!”

Ethan kisses me deeply, without warning, then pulls away from me like it was nothing. I stared at him, confused.

“You’re hot when you talk all proper,” he says with a shrug. I roll my eyes, fighting the smile that is tugging at the corners of my mouth. I lose the battle when he casually reaches out to hold my hand, steering me away from our oak tree. My heart performs somersaults in my chest, but I make sure to keep my voice light and neutral.

“Soooo, what are we doing?”

Ethan hesitates, then pretends to pout. “Apparently, nothing illegal. Those are the most fun things to do, ya know?”

I laugh at his theatrics.

Choosing my words carefully, I play along. “Some people might argue that there is at least one thing that’s more fun.” I wait for his reaction, a smartass comment or flirty remark at least.

Instead, he abruptly stops walking and with the hand that he is still holding, pulls me back and against his body. Face to face, mouth hovering over mine, noses touching, he speaks. “Don’t tease me, babe. Not unless you plan on putting your money where your mouth is.” I’m still holding my breath as his eyes look back and forth between my eyes and my lips. “You know damn well that I would have no trouble taking you right here where we stand.”

At his words, my knees suddenly feel weak. The familiar flame inside me suddenly comes back to life and rages like a firestorm. With eyes locked on him, I speak slowly, deliberately. “Maybe we should find somewhere private to continue this conversation.”

“Fuck.” He swears and pulls away from me, gaze quickly studying our surroundings.

My eyes stay on him as he struggles with a solution.

“Y/N, I need you to stop looking at me like that or so help me God, we won’t make it anywhere else.”

I bite my lip, unable to stop myself. I wanted him. I wanted him more than I’ve ever wanted anyone else. The fact that we’ve never gone past second base might have something to do with all this built-up hunger for each other.

“Did you drive here?” I ask.

He shakes his head, “Nah, needed the walk. You?”

I shake my head as well, “Only a block away for me. No point.”

We both go quiet for a few seconds and then we look at each other.

“My house” “I say at the same time he asks, “Is your mom home?”

“She’s working today.”

That’s all the confirmation he needs. Grabbing my hand again he pulls me with him in the direction of my house. We walk quickly, so it takes a little over 5 minutes to reach my front door. My hands are shaking as I try to unlock the door. Ethan takes the key from my hand and unlocks it for me. He motions for me to go first, so I do. He follows, closing the door behind us.

“My room is upstairs,” I explain, turning to face him. He’d come to visit before but has never actually been in my bedroom.

“Fuck that.” Ethan cuts the distance between us, grabs my face and kisses me hard. All I can do is loop my hands around his neck to hold on as he pushes me into the wall closest to us. I pull out of his kiss briefly to catch my breath, but he wastes no time as his mouth travels down to the crook of my neck sucking at the sensitive skin there. I let out a shaky breath, enjoying the sensations rippling through me from his work. After a moment, he looks back at me and smiles with mischief, lifting me and wrapping my legs around his own waist, to have a more secure hold on me. His lips find mine again and kiss me, once, twice. Pulling away before the kiss can deepen. Teasing me, I realize.

I huff, slightly annoyed. He chuckles at my reaction and with the proximity of our bodies, I can feel the vibration of his laugh quiver through my core. It’s enough to drive me over the edge. I weave my hands in his hair and pull him to me, kissing again for a moment then pulling at this bottom lip with my teeth. He groans at this, and I smile. The serious look on his face tells me he’s done teasing for now.

“I want you.” I say, my voice trembles with how strong the emotion truly is.

He starts kissing me again and I lose myself in it, barely aware that he has pulled us away from the wall and is carrying me to the first room he finds, which turns out to be the living room. I only realize we’ve changed locations when I feel the familiar softness of our couch against my back, with Ethan on top of me, slowly rolling his body into mine in a rhythmic grind.

I moan and I can’t stop the sound from escaping any less than I can stop the tension building inside of me which forces me to claw at his shirt, in my attempt to take it off. Noticing my struggle, Ethan helps take it off and proceeds to help me out of mine. Then my bra. I let myself enjoy the look on his face as he looks down at my bare torso. He makes a sound with the back of his throat and bites his lip.

“You are so fucking beautiful.”

I feel heat spread across my cheeks in a blush and this seems to rile him up more.

“Fuck, Y/N.” he kisses me again at the same time as one of his hands finds my breast. I gasp at the warmth of his fingers as he starts stroking me. His lips leave me again as he starts a trail of wet kisses down to my chest. With one hand still caressing one breast, his mouth finds the other one. He covers my nipple with his mouth and sucks at it softly, then harder, grazing his teeth. I moan, harder than the time before. He groans in response to me but continues what he’s doing. After he is satisfied with this part, he continues kissing down my stomach to my lower abdomen.

All I am aware in that moment is my ragged breathing, the wild thumping of my heart in my chest and the swiftness in which Ethan unbuttons my jeans and pulls it off me along with my underwear in what must be some kind of record. I barely have time to be impressed as he ducks his head between my legs and his tongue slips into my folds. I take a deep breath and grab a handful of his hair as he sucks on me. My breathing grows heavier as he kisses, sucks and licks my sanity away. The ache I feel has become unbearable and cannot imagine it’s any better for him.

“Ethan, please.” I beg.

He looks up at me, making eye contact briefly while licking the wetness on his lips and smiling at me.

“Almost baby.”

“What else do you want from me? I feel like I’m going to combust into goddamn glitter,” I was whining at this point. Which only made the smile on his face widen.

“I swear to God, Ethan. If you don-”

I gasp again as he inserts a finger inside of me while still holding my gaze steadily.

“You swear to God what?” he challenges.

I am too far gone to play it cool. I just want him, and I want all of him now.

“Please.”

He doesn’t bat an eye at my request, but he slowly starts sliding his finger in and out, maintaining eye contact with me. The movement is so unbearably slow, I feel like I could claw his heart out for being such an asshole.  But the flame inside of me is consuming me so I start moving my hips against his finger to make the process faster. Ethan chuckles.

“That’s fucking sexy,” his voice is low with lust, almost a growl.

But still, he does not give in. So, I decide enough is enough and push him off me to the side and he meets the ground.

I hear him laughing and groaning in pain from hitting his elbow on the coffee table.

“Okay, I deserve that,” he starts saying but stops once he realizes I’m on top of him now, already working on the button of his jeans. His hands meet mine to help but I swat them away, already done unbuttoning it. Helping him out of his jeans is nowhere near as graceful as when he did it, but I got it done.

I marvel at the size of him, the wetness between my legs intensifying at the sight. Ethan doesn’t move, aside from placing his hands on my hips once I straddle him, knowing it was my turn to run the show. I slowly run a finger along his member, and I feel him tremble just from the light touch. I smile, looking at all of him. The lines on his stomach are defined, accentuating the tattoo on his left ribcage. I trace a finger over the words, still he doesn’t move. I bent down and licked through the space separating his abs. I hear an intake of breath, but nothing else.

“You’re very patient.” I say calmly.

“Not that patient,” he mutters. I glance at his face, and he looks tortured. His soft curls are framing his face. Mouth in a thin line, eyes half closed- he looked like one of those sculpted Greek gods.

I lean in to kiss him, very softly this time, just a brush of our lips. He tries bringing me closer but stops once he feels me pulling his member inside me. We both moan once he is fully inside, and I start rolling my hips back and forth. I start riding him slowly and start increasing my tempo gradually. Ethan is moaning nonstop, and I feel him swelling up inside of me with every movement, filling up all the space inside me. Finally, he swears under his breath.

“If you’re waiting for me to beg-

I cut him off, “You can help now.”

Without a moment of hesitation, he rolls us over so that he is back on top. He kisses me hard once more before he plunges himself deep into me. I don’t care how loud I’m being as he repeats the motion, each time harder and deeper, hitting my g spot without mercy.  But the tempo does not change.

“Faster.” I demand.

This time he doesn’t tease or ignore my request. He moves faster, his hips rolling into mine, burying himself all the way into my core. Our breathing picks up as we both start reaching our peak. Ethan grabs the back of one of my legs, and wraps it higher up around his back, to get better access to me. At this angle, he reaches the perfect spot and I scream as he rams into me. Confirming he picked the right position; he mercilessly thrusts himself into me repeatedly. I feel all my muscles contract as the pleasure builds up and I have no warning when my orgasm rips through me in an explosion of colors and sensations. I scream his name which lets him know I have reached my peak; it takes him a few more thrusts before he lets his take over, moaning alongside me as he continues to move with me. I feel it when he cums, the warmth inside of me bringing us both to a stop. Breathing heavily, his eyes widen.

“Fuck. I’m so sorry, Y/N. I was going to pull o-”

“I’m on the pill,” I say quickly, to stop his apologies. He lets out a sigh of relief and then falls on me from exhaustion. We stay like that for a few minutes, sharing heavy breaths and silence. Finally, he moves to take the weight of his body off me, laying on his side, but then grabs at my hip to pull me into him, putting us face to face.

Our eyes meet and I cannot for the life of me know what he is thinking, but I know that all I feel is love. I’m afraid of admitting it. We’ve been doing this playful back and forth for 5 months now. But for one reason or another, we never had sex before. I didn’t want to ruin what we had so far. I know I’ve been freaking out about wanting us to be more for the past few weeks, but in this moment after what we just shared, I was okay with waiting until his life was less chaotic. It was selfish of me to be thinking about my needs and not his. He’s a person too.

He runs a finger over my bottom lip, which pulls me from my thoughts. He is looking at me with the sweetest, most tender look I’ve ever seen on him, and my heartbeat picks up at the sight of it.

“Ethan,” I find myself saying his name, though I don’t know what I want to say. His finger leaves my lips and falls on my shoulder. He trails down my arm until he reaches my hand. His fingers now play with mine, but his eyes are still on me, with the same emotion in them.

“I fucked up,” he finally speaks.

I frown at this, my mind quickly going to worst case scenario; he regrets having sex with me. The look on my face must have told him something because he quickly corrects himself.

“Not with this. No, this was… amazing. You are amazing,” he explains. The tightness in my chest lightens.

I wait for him to continue but can see him struggling to put it into words.

“You can tell me anything.” Is all I say.

This visibly calmed him down and the anxiousness seemed to ebb away. He smiles warmly at me, making my heart skip a beat in the process.

“Okay. So. I may, possibly, probably, more than likely have,” he pauses his rambling, lets out a shaky breath, then speaks again.

 “I think I caught feelings for you.”

To be continued…

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A/N: I am feeling all kinds of way now. Wow. Okay. I might end it here? I'm afraid if I keep going I might ruin it. What do you all think though? Should I do one last part or leave it as is? As always, thanks for reading!🧡

[douceurrrr]

𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐌𝐄

paring(s): ethan morales x black!fem!reader

summary: ethan teaches you to be dominant during sex

warning(s): kissing, oral (f & m), riding, missionary, ethan cumming on your tits, ethan’s MONSTER cock. ethan being too hot to handle.

ethan has always been the dominant one during sex and you loved it. you loved the way he takes charge and manhandles you but you always wanted to know what it would be like of you took charge for a moment. as much as you like being ethan’s slut you wanted to make him your slut.

the only thing that you would need to do is to figure out how to tell him all this. “hey babe.” your thoughts were interrupted but your boyfriend’s voice. ethan crawled through your window, being mindful of your parents who were downstairs. you took some time to admire him for head to toe, his hair was messy and fluffy as usual and he had on this plaid flannel with a white tank top and his baggy pants with a chain hanging on the side with his skateboard in his hand. “your staring.” he smirked, while sitting down his skateboard and sitting next to you on your bed. “yeah well I had a good reason.” he chuckled and leaned down to give you a passionate kiss.

his left hand was placed under you chin as his right hand caresses your thigh. soon enough his tongue was asking for access which you granted. the kiss became sloppy and your pussy became sloppier. ethan then pushed you on the bed and stood up from the bed to strip his flannel and tank top. his abs were shooting daggers at you and you cunt felt like a tsunami. when ethan leaned back down you put a hand on his chest. “did I do something wrong?” ethan says confused. “I-I wanna take control.” you told him with burning regret. ethan eyes widen in surprise. “of course, baby.” he replied making you sigh in relief.

“but imma need you to teach me.” you added. ethan nodded. ethan then helped you take your shirt off and he was so quick to look at your chest. “you have an amazing rack, babe.” you blushed at that. you then pushed ethan on the bed making his eyes widen. “how about I do this first.” you smirked as you started unzipping his dickies along with his boxers. "You're gonna gag on my cock?" He asks, which went straight to your pussy.

“mmhm.” you hummed against his cock, earning whimpers from him. you lick up his shaft, swirling your tongue around the tip of his cock before letting go with a pop. it’s not like his phone wasn’t full of pictures of you like this but real life moments like this always hits different. He grinds his hips against your mouth and you take it, gagging and coughing. you could tell ethan was close so you pulled away from his cock and he looked at you like you slapped him. “why did you stop?” he whined, seeing home desperate like this turned you on. “it’s my turn” you replied, ethan then began to turn your on your back when you slapped him on the hand. “did I say you could touch me?” that went straight to ethan’s dick.

“no ma’am.” ethan replied as you spread your legs for him. ethan spreads your lips with his fingers before he closes his mouth around your clit, his tongue flicked on your clit in a regular speed causing your head to tilt back as enjoy the euphoria. ethan moved his tongue against you faster, wanting to please you more. “fuck stop.” you moaned for ethan to stop and he complied. “wanna try being on top, babe?” once he said that you got nervous, hence you’ve never been on top before. “don’t worry, I’ll guide you.” ethan says, noticing your uneasiness. you nodded which gave ethan the green light to lay down on his back. seeing ethan laid out for you like that made you even hornier.

you then straddled ethan, accidentally brushing your cunt against his dick making both of you take a sharp breath. “okay babe just take my cock and place in y- oh shit.” his moans cut him off as your cunt gives him a warm welcoming. ethan’s hands went straight to your hips in a tight grip. your eyes connected with ethan’s and he nodded to let you know that you can move now. you started to move up and down on ethan’s monster cock and he was enjoying every minute. “oh god yeah, your pussy feels so good, fuck.” he cries out, gripping tighter on your hips.

ethan’s moans were encouraging you as you bounced harder around him. “don’t stop, fuck I need you. oh my god I need you.” and you needed him. your nails clawed at his chest as you were in ecstasy. “fuck keep fucking me like this, mmhm.” ethan was moaning like a slut. “fuck.” you grunt as his dick hits your spot with each bounce. “oh fuck yeah, you’re doin so good baby, ahh yes.” his moans made you moan as you grabbed on to his chain and held it tightly.

you lowkey enjoyed slutting ethan out.

your pussy clenched around him and it was all in slo-mo, watching ethan’s fucked out face and him watching your pornstar-like face riding him and milking him dry. “you feel so good, holy fuck.” ethan says, grunting at the end. soon enough your pussy clenched around him tighter and the coil in your stomach was reaching its peak. “m’gonna cum, baby.” you moaned, looking down at his tear covered face. “fuck cum, baby.” he replied which made your cum around his cock in seconds. you collapsed on ethan’s hot, sweaty chest, breathing heavily. “you didn’t cum.” you told ethan. “it’s okay.” he replied.

you shook your head and laid on your back. “on you want me on top?” he smirked and moved in between your leg to insert his cock in your hot cunt once again. “fuck.” he grits, as he thrusted. the feeling in your stomach comes again as he pounds harder in you. “shit ethan, I think m’gonna cum again.” you mewled as ethan leans down to kiss you while his cold chain bumps against your chin with each thrust of his hips. you let a porn-like moan as you cum around his cock again.

ethan let go of the kiss as he felt himself cumming again. “shit y/n, tell me I can cum.” he whimpers. “cum ethan.” as soon as you said that ethan pulls out and finishes all over your tits. “fuck fuck fuck.” he cries as his abs tenses up from the intense orgasm. ethan then collapses on your chest with his cum smearing onto him. you wrap your arms around him and hold him. “fuck that was phenomenal.” you breathlessly said.

“yeah, fuck that was so hot. you should be the dominant one more often.” ethan announced in complete bliss. you chuckled and met his lips in another kiss.

[brooooswriting]

Could do a tara carpenter x fem reader

the core 4 finds a lost dog near Tara and Sam’s place

*Everyone but Mindy is against the idea keeping the dog because this dog is massive and it’s a mastiff breed*

They put found dogs flyers and post it on social media see if this dog belong to anyone and are just waiting to see if they the owner comes and are taking care of the dog

*Poor tara who drew the short straw and she has the task of walking the dog and got dragged all across the park*

Mindy who witness the whole thing recorded the whole thing

*you could hear her laughter in video and tara yelling “don’t just stand there🤬!!!! HELP-“ before falling into the lake*

Everyone was about to ask what happen seeing her completely drench and leaves in her hair but she like “😤😑 don’t ask” while Mindy was in the floor dying of laughter and show them the video

But for some reason this dog is strangely attach to Tara and choosing to stay by her side. In a cute moment imagine tara having a nightmare then the dog trying to show comfort to her. And she sleep hugging his head🥺. They all start warming up to the dog*

That until a girl appears with a flyer and is like “hi I believe you found my dog” and tara is flustered at seeing this girl

Fast forward when Ghostface show up ay tara and Sam apartment *it backfires because they werent expecting a dog nor r to be there. R just look at her dog “sic them boy” 👹😈

so in a way, everyone who isn’t ghostface survives. Anika deserve to live damn it!!!!Everyone looking at the dog and praising him because he’s a good boy 🐶

In my head I can imagine Quinn calling Ethan “😨😨😨abort mission!!!!! I repeat abort mission!!!!!!”

*Because their dad got badly mauled by the dog and they don’t want to risk getting caught without a plan but yk dogs are a great judge of character and can sense a bad person and he never like Ethan, Quinn or her dad, always snarling and nipping at them*

R would even question if Quinn was truly dead because her dog kept growling at her when they put her in a body bag. Like how the hell didn’t you notice ghostface in your room? She would trust her dogs more than people. They have a closer bond with r

In my mind I was thinking “it’s bad enough/embarrassing that ghostface getting beaten/outsmarted by the main protagonists, imagine them being defeated by a dog” and this was inspired by the Spider-Man miles morales game. In the game there a side quest and if you complete it you can fight crime with a cat as a sidekick and the bad guy getting his ass handle by Spider-Man then you see a cat come out of his backpack. Imagine that same guy in jail and everyone asking how you got beaten by Spider-Man and question you why you have claw marks on your face 👀👀

That’s my dog

Tara carpenter x reader

*disclaimer: changed storyline*

Word count: a lot

“Naww, look at him. He’s so cute” Mindy yelled as she saw a dog sitting in front of Sams and Tara’s apartment. The dogs ears perked as soon as he heard the voice talking to him, looking at the group of four.

“That dog is giant” Chad said taking a small step back causing Tara to laugh. Sam kept quiet for a moment while Mindy decided to walk up to the dog, much to the groups dismay. There were several calls for her to stop but she obviously didn’t.

“Look guys, he’s somebodies. He has a collar but the tag is broken. We should take him in” she said as she crouched down in front of the dog to be eye level with him.

“Mindy, no. Who knows what he’s capable of and if somebody owns him they can’t find him in our apartment” Sam argued while Tara made her way to look around the corner, trying to see if there was somebody looking for a dog. The moment Tara walked past the corner forward the corner tho dog stood up and followed her. A relieved sigh left Chad and Sam as they thought that he was going to leave. But instead, he stood behind Tara, scaring the poor girl when she turned around.

“Sam, there’s a storm tonight. We can’t leave him outside! Come on have a heart” Mindy argued as she watched the dog look up at Tara. There was a moment of silence before Sam nodded, a small one but a nod nonetheless. A squeal left Mindy as she clapped and called the dog over who happily strutted next to her, following her upstairs into the apartment. “Ok, maybe he’s a bit big for the apartment but you know” Mindy grinned sheepishly as the dog accidentally threw down some books.

“Mindy, Tara, you guys upload some pics online, on social media, maybe somebody recognizes him while Chad and I print out some flyers and hang them up around here. Make sure he doesn’t destroy anything” Sam ordered after taking some pictures of the dog, including his collar and the half of the tag that was still attached. Uploading pictures takes way less time then printing flyers and hanging them up, so Mindy and Tara were on dog duty. Which, to be honest, wasn’t as hard as they thought it’d be, the dog was well trained and nice.

Around evening he started to scratch on the front door, whining while doing so. After a bit of a discussion the group decided that the dog had to go outside and that whoever drew the shortest stick would have to take him.

“Come on guys, this is Ridiculous. Mindy wanted us to take him in, so she should have to go with him!” Tara complained after it turned out that she lost. The dog was massive and while he looked nice and seemed to be friendly she was sure that he wouldn’t even feel her holding the leash.

“You lost Tara, fair and square. But due to the fact that I’m the nicest person ever, I will come down with you” the brunette explained, a proud smile on her face as she opened the door for Tara. The first few minutes were fine, the dog immediately sniffed the side of the building to pee. “Let’s go to the park a bit” Mindy said and took off.

It took one second of Tara being distracted for the dog to see something an start running towards it growling. Even when Tara tried to pull him back with her whole body weight it was useless, he pulled her along. She was stumbling over her own legs, screaming at the dog and Mindy to do anything. But Mindy was only laughing and, unknown to Tara, filming the whole thing.

“HEY!HEY NOOO” the small brunette screamed when she saw a small pond in front of her, small enough for the dog to jump over it but for her? It took one last step for her to land face forward in the water, letting go of the belt they used as a leash when she touched the ground underneath the water. She could still hear Mindy wheezing and the dog barking as she stood up, water dripping from everywhere. The moment she stood the dog was back at her side nuzzling his head into her wet hand.

“You’re an idiot, we Are going back Home” she scolded the dog as she picked up the “leash” again pulling him past her friend, glaring at her. “And you, you’re the worst” she growled as she walked past her, hitting her shoulder and walking back to the apartment.

Even Sam and Chad couldn’t hide their laughter when they saw a completely dripping Tara walk into the room, unclipping the belt and walking towards her bathroom. Even without the leash the dog quickly followed Tara, never leaving her sight. Save to say that Tara wasn’t really in the mood to socialize anymore and it was rather late anyway, so she decided to settle on the bed with a book. She was silently enjoying her book when suddenly the other half of her bed dipped down, the dog climbing on top, taking up so much space that she nearly fell of the edge.

“Bro, I think you’ve got something twisted. Get off the bed” she scolded him lightly pointing at the ground. The dog just happily panted when she tried to push him off, barely scootching away. There was no point in trying to pick him up so she decided to settle on the small part of the bed that he hasn’t conquered yet, turning off the lights to sleep.

His panting annoyed her, he smelled like dog and he was constantly watching her which made it hard for her to fall asleep but at one point the tiredness of the day did get her and she fell asleep facing the dog.

The next day when she woke up the dog was in front of her, curled up leaning on her stomach. He was still sleeping until she moved to get out of bed, he was immediately following her. Everything was fine until Quinn came to close to Tara making him fletch his teeth and bark causing the redhead to jump away and Tara to pull him away.

There was a bit of silence but in the end everybody decided that it was probably just a coincidence and kept doing whatever they were doing. Anika had brought over some food, a leash and some toys as they didn’t know how long the dog would stay.

It was afternoon when everybody, except Quinn and Ethan had warmed up to the dog, they called him Freddy after Freddy Krueger, which was Mindys idea. The group was sitting on the couch watching TV, Freddy sat on Tara’s feet with his head on sams leg who scratched his head. It was nice, Sam and Tara walked the last round with him at night, he stopped pulling the leash and didn’t even move away from the two.

At night time he slept with Tara again but this time he decided to settle in front of the bed. The brunette fell asleep with one of her arms out of the bed to scratch the giant dog. Sometime during the night she started to turn and twist, a whimper leaving her mouth making Freddy wake up. He quickly climbed onto the bed with his first two feet and nudged her until she woke up. Tears were streaming down her face and her breathing was quick and shallow. While she tried to calm herself down Freddy laid his head onto her stomach, licking her hand closest to him, trying his best to comfort her. A small smile came onto her lips as she rolled onto her side and hugged his head, leaving a kiss on top as she fell back asleep.

The next morning she woke up to somebody hammering on her front door. “T, wake up. Somebody is coming for the dog” Sam called out, knocking one last time before she heard Tara grumble. The moment she stepped out of her room, finally dressed and ready for the day, there was a knock on the door. Freddy immediately ran to the door, his tail waggling from left to right as if he knew who was on the other side.

“Hi, I believe you found my dog” you said as soon as the door opened. The mastiff quickly running to you, nearly throwing you over when he body checked you, making you giggle. Tara just stared at you for a moment, her cheeks coated in a light blush before she looked down at her feet to hide it.

“uhm, yeah. We found him two days ago, he sat in front of our apartment and due to the storm we didn’t wanna leave him outside” she explained, smiling at the sight in front of her before taking a deep breath. “Do you wanna come inside for a bit?” She asked, already taking a step further away so you could see into the apartment.

You gave her a nod and made your way into the apartment. “Come on Dook” you called out to the dog who was still standing on the other side of the door. He quickly made his way towards you.

“Dook?” Tara asked as you settled down on the couch, the dog between you two. You chuckled lightly as you petted his head before turning to her.

“Well, yeah. The Babadook is my favorite horror film but I didn’t wanna call him Babadook, that would have freaked me out on the long run so I decided to call him Dook. It’s weird I know” you mumbled the last part as you uncomfortably scratched the back of your neck but the pretty girl next to you only chuckled before turning further to you.

“No, it’s actually pretty awesome. The Babadook is such a great movie and the name Dook is pretty cute actually” Tara said smiling at you.

“Yo, I’m Mindy and that’s my twin brother Chad” the brunette introduced, waving at you.

“Hey, I’m y/n and this is Dook but you’ve already met him huh” you grinned as you waved back.

“How did he get lost anyway?” Sam, who you’ve already met, asked as she sat on an armchair next to the couch.

“My stupid brother was supposed to look after him while I was out of state but he lost him 5 hours after I’ve been gone and didn’t tell me” you explained, an annoyed look on your face. They giggled at your eye roll before taking off.

After a small while you’ve decided to go too, much work to do just like emptying your suitcase from your trip. “It was really nice to meet you, you are a great person. And thanks again for looking after Dook” you bid as a goodbye, a smile grazing your features as you looked at Tara.

“Well, If you ever wanna come over and watch the Babadook together, I wouldn’t say no” she smiled at you and took your hand in hers, writing her number on your hand.

“Naww, Tara is in loooovvveeee” Mindy sang from the kitchen.

Ever since then you and Tara have been inseparable. Everywhere the core four was you were too, even at that frat party and the dinner later. Sam trusted you and Dook, Mindy and Chad thought you were pretty cool, Anika loved your style and taste, Ethan didn’t like you because he was scared of the dog and Quinn was constantly flirting with you.

“I knew you were sleeping with cute boy” Tara laughed out, leaning on your shoulder. A giggle leaving you too as you watched the group, Dook laying on your and Tara’s feet. Just as Sam was about to say something all your phones dinged, Dook suddenly jumping up.

“Shit” Sam cursed out, all of you jumping up. It wasn’t long ago that the siblings told you about what had happened to them in their hometown. Everybody, except Tara ran to get further away from the door, so you quickly grabbed her and pulled her to you. Dook standing in front of you barking and snarling at the door.

“Get out of here” you screamed at them, trying to push them away but before anyone could move the door opened and a dead Quinn fell on top of Anika throwing her to the ground. Dook, just as he was trained, stood beside you, barking at the intruder but not moving. You were frozen for a moment, overwhelmed with the situation until you heard Anika groan and Tara call your name. “Dook, sic them boy” you looked down at the dog who immediately took off attacking the costumed person who was currently trying to Stab Anika. The 32” tall dog jumped against him throwing him off of her, Sam immediately pulling her away and pushing her into Mindys arms.

By now Dook had pushed the intruder into the corner furthers away, Chad and Tara were gone while Sam and Mindy helped Anika into the bedroom, where Danny was waiting for them with a ladder. You knew that you had to fight him off until the police showed up because you wouldn’t take the ladder and leave dook behind.

You were slowly backing up into the bedroom, “Dook, attack”. The moment the words left your mouth he didn’t just bark anymore but was about to charge at him full speed, making the ghostface run outside forward the police sirens. So you called him back to you, deciding to not put him into further danger. You sat on the ground with him, petting his head and kissing the top of his head as you praised him, thankful that nothing had happened to him.

“Are you alright?” You quickly asked Tara when you came outside, the dog running to her and licking her hand.

“Yeah, I’m good. I’m sorry I left you up there, I-I” she started to stutter, her eyes becoming glossy as she looked around. You decided to interrupt her.

“Hey, it’s alright. I told you to go, after all I had Dook. It’s okay, we’ll get thru this. We are here for you” you told her as you hugged her, her head resting on your chest, tears leaking through your shirt making your heart break. An elder man came into sight making Tara pull away and excuse herself, Dook snarling at him. “Dook, psst” you scolded and made him come along as you went to talk to Sam.

“Sam, can we talk for a second?” You asked, pulling her away from Danny. It’s not that you didn’t like him or didn’t trust him but you didn’t wanna Worry anybody if not necessary. “I think it has to be someone we know, someone I know too” Sam thought for a moment being totally quiet.

“What are you on about y/n?” She asked slightly annoyed and scared, making you sigh.

“Dook was quiet the whole time, if somebody came in or had already been inside he would have barked or something but he didn’t. Which means he knew whoever was inside“ the explanation made sense and it made sams stomach hurt too. She had prayed that this wasn’t going to happen again, that her sister could now lead a normal life.

“I hate the fact that what you just said made sense” she groaned, looking around to check her environment. You just gave her a tight lipped smile and a pat on the arm. It was hard to comfort Sam, at least as a human, because as soon as Dook stood in front of her nudging her hand she knelt down and patted him, thanking him for Saving them.

You left the mastiff with Sam as you made your way to Tara, Mindy, Anika and Chad. The boy stood infront of his sister, eyes sad as he watched her taped arm. The girls other arm was wrapped around her girlfriend who was also patched up, a lot more than Mindy. You wished you could go up to that like Tara, the weird tension between you two kills you and the fact that there seemed to be some kind of tension with Chad too made it even weirder. So instead of standing between them you settled down between Anika’s legs, she had become a great friend of yours, maybe even your best. You guys were extremely comfortable with each other and could tell the other everything, she knew of your feelings for Tara and you knew of her fear of abandonment. When you settled down, Anika rested her arms on top of your shoulders, keeping you close trying to give both of you some comfort.

Just as you settled down, Ethan came around the corner confused about what had happened. “You” Chad screamed taking by the collar and throwing him against another ambulance. “Where the fuck were you? You’re not with us and suddenly my sister almost dies” he screamed, lifting him away from the car just to push him against it again.

“Chad, I had Econ, you know that. You can ask all the other students” the boy pleaded, kinda stuttering. But he didn’t struggle against chads hold, not that it’d do anything anyway. You decided to step in, not because you were a hundred percent convinced that Ethan was innocent but because this wouldn’t lead to anything.

“Come on, let him go. Econ would be a stupid excuse to use, he wouldn’t be able to get everybody to lie for him so let him go Chad” you explained, laying a hand on his shoulder to kind of push him back a bit. He didn’t immediately let him go but when you squeezed his shoulder he folded and let the boy down, disappearing to his sister. The moment you stepped closer to the boy Dook was at your side, snarling at him almost making you chuckle at the way the boy backed up. “I hope you learned a lot at Econ”.

*later that night*

“How didn’t you even kill one fucking person?” Wayne screamed at his kids, the vein on his forehead popping out. He kept walking back and forth as he scolded them.

“How was I supposed to know that y/n and the dog would be there? That thing would have killed me if I would have stepped closer” Ethan whined, holding his arm where Dook had bitten him. He had always been afraid of that monster.

“Ethan is right dad, that dog is massive and dangerous” Quinn said trying to support her brother. Her hair wet from the shower to get rid of all the fake blood she was covered in.

“Well we need a new plan” he mumbled.

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“Y/n, Anika, this is Gale and this is Kirby” Sam introduced you. Kirby was closest to you so you shook her hand first before going to Gale but stopping shortly before your hands touch.

“Uff, that’s one hell of a bruise, what did ya do?” You asked pointing to her left side under the eye. You couldn’t help but be suspicious of somebody you didn’t know. Especially with the way Dook stood in front of you instead of how he normally stood next to you.

She sighed and looked at Tara before speaking up. “Tara hit me because I did something I told them I wouldn’t do” she explained making your mouth open in shock. You turned to Tara with your mouth still open.

“You did that?” You asked her still shocked with your eyebrows raised. She timidly nodded at you making you grin and raise your hand for a high five before wrapping your arm around her shoulder and pulling her into you. “Damn girl, nicely done” you told her, clearly proud of the fact that she was protecting herself.

Seeing that made Sam smile too, her head slightly turned to the side as she watched you two. Her sister was happily giggling into your chest, her cheeks slightly red and her eyes lit up while you grinned down at her, your eyes were full with love and admiration. As a bigger sister, she was happy that you could protect her and loved the fact that she could protect herself.

When everybody started to follow Gale to whatever she wanted to show you, you fell behind due to the fact that Dook was still a dog, wanting to mark like every corner. As soon as Tara noticed she left Chad and fell behind too, walking with you in silence. Everybody was already going inside when you two rounded the corner. “You alright?” You asked her as she stood in front of the door, suddenly not moving anymore.

“Yeah, I’m just, I don’t know” she mumbled out looking at her feet as her hands messed with the fabric of her shirt. She looked even smaller than normal.

“It’s going to be okay, I’m here for you” you told her with a comforting smile before you gave her a nod as a start sign. Just as you were about to go inside a hand slid down your arm into the pocket of your trouser where it found yours making you tense for a second. You pulled both of your hands out of the pocket and intertwined them before carefully pulling her along. The place was full of old ghost face things, masks, robes, a TV and more. Tara suddenly stopped at one Vitrine, her mood dropping before her hand suddenly let go of yours.

“I-I need a second” she mumbled and walked off towards Sam. You heard them fight before Tara stormed off, alone. “Dookie, follow Tara. Go” you told the dog who ran off to follow her making you smile a bit. You felt more comfortable when somebody was there to protect her and when you saw a Kirby follow her too you decided to keep roaming the place, finding Mindy and Anika.

After some time and some explanation from Mindy, Kirby found you. “You should go to Tara” she told you with a tight lipped smile. You were about to go when she spoke up again, “very cute dog by the way” you grinned at her before walking off to find Tara.

The moment you turned the corner she was on you, her arms wrapped around your neck as she stood on her tippy toes and pressed her lips against yours. You needed a second and even though you wanted to kiss her back with every bit you carefully pushed her away. She immediately started to stutter when her lips detached from yours. “I’m sorry, it’s just- this is a hard time for you and I don’t want you to regret anything” you told her as your hands caressed her waist in a comforting manner.

She smiled at you, her hands playing with the baby hair at the back of your neck. “I won’t. Come on, I still gotta tell you something” her hand slipped in yours as she pulled you to sit down on a step and then she told you about Amber. About how they were always flirting and how there was this tension that was between you too, and how she then killed her friends and how she sometimes thinks that if she had made a move Amber maybe wouldn’t have went crazy and that she wouldn’t have lost her best friend. She didn’t wanna make the same mistake again and she didn’t wanna lose somebody because she was scared of living. “Kirby opened my eyes. Just because Amber was crazy doesn’t mean you are crazy too right? We can live a happy life together and love each other even though the thing with Amber fucked me up right?” Her eyes were teary which made your heart break.

“We will live the happiest lives ever, after we caught that motherfucker” you said making her giggle. You stood up and pulled her with you to go with the others but not before kissing her. Your heart exploding at the feeling of her lips on yours, only to be interrupted by Dook who seemed to be jealous as he went between you two. Both of you laughed before going back to the group, hand in hand with Dook in front of you. Sam looked at your hands before glaring at you, hiding her small smile.

“So what to we have on these people?” Kirby asked looking into the group, eyes fixated on Sam.

“Y/n had a point. Dook didn’t bark which means we knew whoever was inside” you gave everybody a tight lipped smile before deciding to add something.

“I have a really stupid thing, or maybe it isn’t stupid, I don’t know. But Dook constantly barked at the body bag which made me suspicious. He wouldn’t just bark at a dead person and I mean, there wasn’t even a scream, who doesn’t notice ghost face in your room?” You rambled on until Chad decided to interrupt you.

“So you guess what? That Quinn is still alive and a part of the whole thing?” He chuckled slightly clearly not believing you. You rolled your eyes looking at Tara for help.

“Well, I mean that does sound very unrealistic. I’m sorry but how would that even work?” She was apologetic about not being on your side, Ethan who you hadn’t noticed until now nodding along with what she said. You rolled your eyes again looking at Kirby who just shrugged.

“Whatever. Do we have any other thoughts, ideas?” You asked a tad annoyed, parting from Tara to follow Dook around.

“I think we should do the tracking the call thing” one of them suggested, a discussion immediately breaking loose. You just watched your dog sniff around, focusing on one of the masks that seemed to have fallen down hoping that he’d pick up on something.

The next time ghostface attacked was when they did the call thing but there was nothing you could do, he was too far gone. Gale barely surviving. It hurt Tara a lot, she was clinging to you like a koala, whispering how sorry she was that you were in this, that she’d never forgive herself if you got hurt. You just pressed her head into you in a comforting manner, rubbing her back and letting her cry.

You were also heavily against the idea of them playing bait but here you were in the weird ass old cinema kinda thing. “So y/n, I got a K9 kennel for Dook” Kirby told you which was a great thing even though it sounded weird. But you were scared that they’d do something to him and with a K9 kennel you could get him when you needed him but they wouldn’t get inside to hurt him in case they found him.

“Thank you so much, I’ll put him in and then come back” you told them petting your leg for him to follow, Tara quickly walking up next to you to follow you. You wrapped your arm around her shoulder as you walked to the hidden place.

“I feel sorry putting him in that thing, he’s always such a good boy” the smaller brunette mumbled as she crouched down to cuddle him, wrapping her arms around his head. Your heart was exploding from the cuteness of the scene no matter how shitty the actual situation was.

“I know me too. But at least we know that he’s gonna be safe isn’t that right love?” You said pointing at the kennel making him go inside and sit down. “Good boy, I love you and I’ll get you soon” you smiled at Tara before taking her hand and walking around the building.

“If something happens tonight, I want to thank you for finding dook and taking care of him and taking me in and showing me how it feels to really be with someone” you told her as you pulled her closer to kiss her.

Suddenly someone appeared behind her trying to stab her making you push her out of the way. You punched their face before grabbing her and running towards the main room, running past a stabbed Chad. “Shit Chad” Tara screamed and stopped running to bend down to him.

“T, we cant Save him if we die ourselves. Let’s go, we need to find Sam and figure out where Mindy is” the mentioning of Sam did it for her making her stand up and keep running for you. In this moment you were happy that Anika was too hurt to come along, one person less to be scared about. When you stopped in the main hall Sam stood there completely shocked and out of breath.

“Oh god, there you are I was looking for you. Wayne called me, he told me that Kirby went crazy and got fired. He believes that she’s ghostface” she explained ushering the two of you closer to her. “Mindy got stabbed on the way here, in the subway. I-I don’t know where Chad is” she added making Tara flinch at the mentioning of her friend.

“He got stabbed, we left him we couldn’t do anything. It’s better if they think he’s dead” you told her.

The next things were too quick for you to comprehend. Kirby appeared and was suddenly knocked out by someone in a ghost face costume, and then another one appearing. Turned out they were Wayne and Ethan, father and son. And then, a third one appeared. A scared ‘Mindy?’ Leaving Sams mouth, tears welling up in Tara’s and you were tensing. But then the mask was pulled of and revealed Quinn making you jump and fist bump the air.

“I fucking told you. I told you she wasn’t fucking dead motherfuker” you then quickly turned quiet again, realizing that this wasn’t the right moment. And then Wayne started talking about something with their past and weird ass stuff, you kinda zoned out trying to find a way out while protecting Tara. At least until you hear a certain name.

“And then there was Dook, he was rather easy to take care of after you put him in a kennel where he couldn’t do anything to us” Wayne said, Ethan and Quinn giggling making you even madder. They started to circle the three of you, Tara and Sam grabbing a stone. Sam quickly turned around signaling you to run and look for your dog once there was an opportunity and you did. They distracted them long enough for you to run off to where dook was hidden, constantly clicking the button that was supposed to release him but nothing. He was nowhere to be seen making you panic.

When you arrived at the kennel he was laying on his side, eyes closed and the kennel still closed. You pried the door open, once you got it open you crawled inside, tears already spreading in your eyes. “Dook?” You mumbled just for him to open his eyes and stand up, licking you across the face. “Not cool dude, i thought you were dead” and then your eyes fell to some kind of dog treat that you didn’t put there. Picking it up to smell it you quickly figured out that there was something wrong with it. “You’re such a smart boy” you cuddled him for a moment before remembering why you were even here.

When you came back to the siblings Sam was upstairs, holding Tara who was hanging over the upper part of the theater, Ethan under her fumbling around with a knife. “I’ve always wanted to stick something in you Tara” he said making you gag and more aggressive than you already were.

You saw Quinn and Wayne coming for Sam upstairs, “Dook, go protect Sam” you told the dog and got yourself ready to tackle Ethan just in case Tara needed the help.

“Sam, you have to let me go” Tara’s voice was desperate making Sam sigh and do let go of her, she fell and landed in his arms. She grinned as she stuck the knife into his throat pulling it down and god she looked good. She landed on her feet when he fell over and made her way towards your open arms.

Upstairs Sam shot Quinn in the head and then tried to shoot Wayne just for the gun to be empty. In that moment Dook jumped on his back knocking him to the ground, giving Sam the opportunity to kick him in the face and knocking him out. She came back down with the dog next to her. “I have a plan” she told you and quickly explained what you were supposed to do while scratching Dooks back, Tara scratching his head.

You were just a back up and a protection in sams plan, so you stood behind Tara with Dook, feeding him some treats. “What’s your favorite scary movie?” She said into the phone, holding the voice changer in front of it, a grin spreading across your face. She kept talking for a bit until you heard a scream through the phone which was when she hung up. “God, I just wanna go home” she mumbled as she leaned against you waiting for Sam to get you two.

Sam and Tara sat on the steps while you stood a bit further away to give them their privacy. They talked while you sat on the ground with Dook in your lap, zooming out until Sam called out for you. “If you hurt her I’ll hurt you. Even worse than I hurt Wayne” you gave her an upside down smile, and an awkward okay before Tara came running towards you making Dook and you jump up. She jumped into your arms and kissed you making you twirl her around.

That night you laid in Tara’s bed, cuddled up with Dook next to your legs. You wrapped your arm around her waist and pulled her even deeper into you. “Thank you for everything y/n, you’ve been here for us. You and Dook, you’ve been protecting us as if we are your family. I’ve always wanted somebody like you” she mumbled into your chest making you smile.

“Dook and I will never let anyone hurt you or your family. Tomorrow we will pick up Mindy and Anika and then we will visit Chad, Gale and Kirby. Now, stop talking so we can watch the movie” you grinned as you pressed play on the Babadook before pressing soft kisses on her lips.

It may have been to early to say I love you but god, you loved that woman more than anything. You loved her just as much as you loved Dook.

So this is like the longest thing I’ve ever written and I’m not sure I like it. But I took forever to write and I hope you guys enjoy it.

[luvrcami]

“QUICKIE IN THE JANITORS CLOSET”

ethan morales x fem!reader smut

I sighed as second period ended, walking out of class i wandered around for my boyfriend, Ethan. I shrugged as i couldn’t find him and opened my locker. “Hi baby” I heard his voice, feeling a grip on my waist. I jumped in fear and turned around. “Really Ethan?!” I yelled quietly and slapped his arm playfully. “I missed you” He mumbled as he planted a kiss on my forehead. “It was only one hour” I rolled my eyes jokingly.

“They took you away from me for one hour!” He exclaimed dramatically. I laughed and took my notebooks out of my locker. “I’m thinking of skipping this period..” Ethan said. “Ethan you can’t be skipping classes like that!” I told him as i locked my locker. “I just hate my third period teacher. She’s a bitch” He told me and grabbed my hand as we walked.

“I have Mr shapiro this period” I groaned. “See? Just skip with me this once” He encouraged. “What if we get caught ethan!” I asked him worried. He shrugged. “We won’t” He said, leading me to the unlocked janitors closet. “Okay..” I mumbled as he opened the door for me and entered.

He locked the door and dropped his bag on the floor, i dropped my backpack too. He took steps closer to me and cupped my face with his hand. We glared at each others eyes for a second and he leaned in to kiss me intensely. I felt him smile against my lips. “I love you so fucking much” He whispered in between kisses. “I love you more” I whispered back and kissed him once more. He broke the kiss and tapped my thigh, signaling me to jump. He picked me up by my ass and slammed me against the wall.

We made out a bit more, him biting and sucking on my neck which was already full of hickies i tried covering this morning. I whimpered as he bit my sensitive spot. I pulled him away and he gave me a confused face. I smirked and got down on my knees. “Oh i see what you’re doing” He said.

I unbuckled his belt and pulled his jeans and then his underwear. I smirked at seeing how hard i had him. I grabbed his dick and jerked it slowly as he groaned. I leaned in and circled his tip with my tongue. “Quit teasing, Y/n” He warned. I rolled my eyes and slowly took his whole dick in my mouth, sucking up and down. He moaned and grabbed my hair, guiding my head up and down.

“Fuck, you make me feel so good” He moaned quietly. He grabbed my face and titled it up, making me look at him which turned him on even more. “K-keep going im gonna cum” He whimpered. Right when he said that i took his dick out my mouth and got up. “I want you to fuck me” I told him.

He smirked and was quick to slam me against the wall again and remove my shorts and panties. He picked me up and caressed my thighs with his veiny hand. He grabbed his dick and lined it up with my entrance. “Wait you don’t have any condoms?” I asked him with worry. “Oh shit yeah” He dug his hand in his sweater pocket and grabbed a condom. He slid it on him and pushed his tip in which already had me whimpering but he was quick to put his finger over my mouth.

“although i love hearing you call out my name, you don’t want to get caught right?” He said and i nodded, biting my lip. He thrusted in slowly and then started going faster. “E-ethan how am i supposed to keep quiet with you-” I complained but quickly moaned when he hit my G-spot. He smirked cockily and kissed me as he thrusted into me, hitting the same spot. He’s just going harder to get me to moan louder since he loves risks.

“I’m cumming!” I yelled, coming on his dick. “Me too” He bit his lip as he came in the condom. I threw my arms around him and leaned my head on his shoulder, him still being inside me. We breathed loudly, finding comfort in each other’s company. “Ready for round 2 after school?” Ethan joked. I playfully slapped him and laughed. The bell then rang which surprised both of us. “Let’s get to normal” Ethan chuckled, helping me put on my panties.

[jjmaybank4l]

Warnings: strong language, drinking alcohol, self-harm attempt, scars, probably spelling mistakes don’t come after me😭 

I grab a bottle of vodka and walk into my room shutting the door sniffling. I open the bottle and take a big chug. My phone has been going off for hours. Mostly from my best friend conrad. He’s always worried about the most stupidest things. But this time, he probably should be worried. I look at my phone and open the texts from conrad. 

Yn why the hell are you not answering your phone. Answer I’m worried about you. Please. 

I sigh and put down my phone not texting him back just leaving him on read. An hour later and I’m really drunk and I’m sitting on my floor crying. As I wipe my eyes sniffling, I look at my cabinet beside my bed. I walk over to the cabinet and open the drawer. As I dug through the stuff in the drawer I found my razor. I grab it and sit on the floor bringing the razor to my arm. Just as i was about to slide it down my door opens making my head snap up. Conrad stands in the door way looking at the razor in my hand. “Yn what the fuck?!” He says running to me and taking the razor from me and checking my arm. “Con get off of me” I slur while i push him off me.  “Yn what were you doing?!” He says running his hands through his hair now standing over me as he starts to pant. “Nothing leave me alone” i say groggy as i try to stand up almost falling but catching myself. “Are you fucking drunk?!” He asks looking at the empty vodka bottle on the ground. “No Shit Sherlock” I roll my eyes as I stumble around the room looking out the window. “Yn tell me what’s going on.” He says turning my shoulder towards him so I make eye contact. My eyes and bloodshot red and my face is puffy from crying. “What were you doing with the razor.” He says sternly. “What the fuck do you think.” I spit back stumbling away. “Let me see your arm.” He says looking at me with tears in his eyes. “The hell no” I say scoffing. “Yn im not asking.” He says grabbing my arm and rolling up my sleeve. I try to pull my arm away but he’s to strong and I’m to drunk. He looks at my wrist and sees many scars. He slowly loosens his grip on my wrist letting me pull my arm away and roll my sleeve back down. “Yn…” he says softly. “Don’t.” I say softly walking away. “Is there any more.” He asks in a whisper. I stay silent looking at the floor tears in my eyes. “Please show me.” He asks walking towards me as I sit on my bed. “No.” I say quickly. “Yn.” He says sitting down next to me on the bed. “No conrad.” I say wiling my tears away. “Hey” he says reaching to hold my hand. He grabs my hand and I start crying. He then pulls my into his chest as I hug him tightly. I start sobbing and my body shaking. “I’m s-sorry!” I cry into his chest. “Yn it’s okay.” He says playing with my hair. “No it’s not okay!” I cry again. “Your okay. I’ve got you” he says. As he says that I just cry harder into his chest. Soon after what felt like forever I stop crying and I pull away wiping my tears and sniffling. “You should go to sleep. We can talk about this in the morning.” He says rubbing my back. “Can you stay with me?” I ask softly looking at the floor. “Yeah of course. I’ll always stay.” He says smiling. We lay down on the bed he pulls me into his chest, his fingers in my hair. I fall asleep almost immediately. He kisses my head and puts his head leaning on mine and falls asleep. 

[notti-stellate]

THIS IS INSANE

I JUST REACHED 100 FOLLOWERS! I seriously have no idea how I got 50 followers let alone 100! I am seriously so grateful for all of you guys you have no idea.

I really want to thank @fitzs-trained-monkey for being my literal entire inspiration to start writing!

[wxshing-aep]

The Prom Committee (pt 1)

Ethan Morales x fem!reader

based on this request:

"how about one where y/n runs an after school club so Ethan keeps getting detention on purpose to see her because he thinks “clubs are for dorks” to quote Paxton and so his reputation as the bad boy isn’t ruined"

Warnings: swearing, banter, the word boobs

AN: decided to make it a 2 parter cause it was getting long while I was writing it and wanted to give Ethan more depth of character than the actually show so part 2 coming tmrw probs!

When his assignment was handed back by Señora Diaz upside down, Ethan wasn't surprised by the big F glaring back at him in red ink when he turned the page over.

“Stupid bitch” he muttered under his breath.

“In Español, Ethan” Señora Diaz paused on her way back to the blackboard, unsure of what he said but certain that it wasn't in Spanish.

“Sorry" he retorted and she continued her route back to the front of the classroom.

"perra estúpida”

“ethan!”

That’s how Ethan ended up in detention for the umpteenth time in his academic career, tapping his pen on the desk in the nearly empty classroom with Mr. Shapiro's happy go-lucky self staring back at him.

"Well, happy to have you here Ethan!" Mr. Shapiro greets picking up a clipboard from his desk. "Not happy to be here" Ethan deadpanned. "Sorry to hear that. Not sure how you managed to get detention during the first week of school, but hey I think that might be a new Sherman Oaks record! Congrats buddy!" Mr. Shapiro cheers before realizing the younger boy is not the slightest bit amused. "Alright, tough crowd."

"Moving right along then," Mr. Shapiro clicks a pen in his hand "time to take roll!" which causes Ethan to look around the empty classroom.

"...I'm literally the only one here"

"I know, I just love checking things off lists," Mr. Shapiro clears his throats " so do I have a Morales comma Ethan?"

"seriously dude?"

"Second call for Ethan Morales"

"you're gonna keep going til I say here, aren't you?"

"You betcha!"

"Here."

"Awesome!" Mr. Shapiro marks a giant check by the one name on his attendance sheet. "god I love doing that- Alright so unfortunately I've gotta skidaddle to help out with the faculty potluck but lucky for you sir we're implementing more of a reformative detention style this year!"

"What the hell does that mean" Ethan asked.

"It means, that instead of sitting here for the next few hours, you my friend, get to offer your help to one of the after school clubs or committees that are a bit low on helping hands" Shapiro responds with finger guns. "so guess who's today's newest member of the prom committee!"

"yea, no. I'm not joining some stupid after school club. clubs are for dorks, losers, and ugly people" Ethan responds grabbing his backpack out of the chair next to him to get up and leave.

"well actually it's a committee"

"even worse"

"Alrighty well I can see what the other options-" is all Mr Shapiro gets out before he is interrupted by your voice from the doorway.

"Oh- hey! Mr. Shapiro, did you find anyone to help with the prom posters? Eric said he'd help me out but then canceled cause he said he had to train with the assistant swim coach to quote make Michael Phelps my bitch end quote. Whatever that means, so I'm kinda flying solo here" You say, drawing Ethan's attention towards you as well.

hot damn. okay maybe after school activities are not only for ugly people. He thinks you might be the prettiest girl he's ever seen and definitely takes a mental note of your outfit that's hugging you in all the right places. He quickly realizes that he doesn't know your name and has no idea how he's never been informed of your existence prior to this moment. He's snapped back to reality by Mr. Shapiro responding to your question. "Ah- I'm sorry but Ethan is-"

"super excited to help decorate for prom" Ethan finds himself blurting out before Mr. Shapiro could finish his sentence.

"Oh- well that's great! Uh Ethan just report back by 6 so I can log your hours! I'm gonna get going, you kids have fun decorating. Go crickets!" Mr. Shapiro says, making his exit as you watch him almost skip down the hall.

"Sup, I'm Ethan" Your attention is brought back to the brown eyed curly haired boy who's suddenly standing in front of you (how the hell did he cross the room that fast, you wonder) with an outstretched hand. He never really shakes hands, he just wanted an excuse to touch you. He's cute, you note mentally. You accept the offer and shake his hand. "and you are?" he continues.

"I'm-" you pause noticing those not so innocent brown eyes are directed elsewhere, "acutely aware of the fact that you're staring at my boobs".

Ethan thinks his brain might've just short circuited cause he was definitely just caught red handed. He'd recently grown a lot more confident with girls since his summer growth spurt and subsequent glow up had dramatically increased the number of girls interested in him, but there was something about you and how you so deliberately called him out that had definitely thrown him off his game.

"Sorry- I uh- I was actually looking at your shirt. They're- It's nice" he wants to die he thinks.

You chuckle at his sudden change in demeanor. "Hmm. Yea, I know they are" you respond, turning on a heel and heading toward the auditorium.

"You comin or what?"

-

For one person, you had made pretty okay progress in a week. The current task at hand was making posters to get people excited for the theme reveal. The ground was littered with several half finished or barely started posters.

"Can you draw?" You asked Ethan.

"I'm not much of an artist"

"Really? the graffiti on the side of the school says otherwise. Your handwriting definitely sucks though so I'll do that, but the art's good and if you can do it with a spray can, you can definitely do it with some paint and markers" your unsolicited review of his graffiti made him crack a smile. His latest act of defiance had been a giant snake comically eating a cricket accompanied with the words "get fucked" on the side of the school building.

"You can't prove that was me" he challenges.

"Maybe not, but Mr. Shapiro had mentioned that I might have a detention helper today thanks to Señora Diaz and I happened to notice the words 'stupid bitch' spray painted on her car containing the same weird ass t's as the graffiti on the side of the school and here you are, Ethan."

"Damn, you're good" he pauses realizing he can't throw your name back at you because he still doesn't know it.

"Y/n" you say quietly.

"Huh?"

"My name's y/n"

Pretty name for a pretty girl, he thought.

"Alright y/n. I'll draw as long as I don't have to to touch any glitter. that shit's impossible to get off"

"deal"

"and I don't write my t's weird"

"you write your t's like a crazy person"

-

Time was pretty much flying by. Together you'd gotten nearly twenty posters done and were slowly finding out more information about each other. You were informed about some of Ethan's tattoos and how he'd actually drawn the designs for all of them himself. Not an artist, my ass, you thought. Ethan learned that he hadn't met you before because you'd previously been homeschooled and had all but begged your parents to be able to go to school with other kids for your senior year until they finally cracked and agreed to enroll you at Sherman Oaks.

"Ah I see, you're a total secret weirdo. That explains your freaky detective skills" he teases.

"I am not a secret weirdo. I just like criminal minds and puzzles"

"You were homeschooled. All homeschooled kids are a little weird"

"That's an unfair stereotype"

"Whatever you say, y/n"

"If anything you're the secret weirdo. or at least an undercover art nerd"

"I'm not an undercover art nerd"

"Yea you are. Something tells me this whole" you gestured largely to him sitting a couple feet away from you, "tortured angsty hot skater boy thing you've got going on is a pretty recent development" you comment absent-mindedly. You looked back up from your poster when he didn't respond to see him sitting there, arms crossed with a smug grin on his face.

"What?" you prodded.

"You totally just called me hot"

You're now very aware that he's a bit closer to you than he was before.

"mm don't think so"

"oh you definitely did"

"did not"

"did too"

"did not" that one came out much less confidently considering his hand had made its way to your face to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. damn, he's good.

"whatever you say, y/n" he almost whispers. have his eyes been that sparkly this whole time? He's leaning in and you're definitely not backing away. You're maybe a centimeter away from his lips until the alarm blaring from your phone, which seemed like much better idea hours ago, sent you flying back from him and scared the shit out of both you.

"shit- I- god that scared me, I uh set an alarm for 6 so you'd remember to check in with Mr. Shapiro cause, ya know, I thought we'd both probably be busy. Um- busy making posters, i mean. Obviously I mean making posters cause we definitely wouldn't be busy doing anything else so-" you ramble.

The smug little smirk has made its way back onto Ethan's face as he is quite enjoying this role reversal from your first interaction of the day.

"shut up" you say to him.

"I didn't even say anything" he responded, hands in the air in surrender.

"I've gotta head home, but thanks for helping out even though you basically had to be here. If you ever find yourself in detention again this semester, feel free to help out. Hopefully the committee is more than just me by then" you say, starting to gather your belongings. Ethan secretly hopes it isn't, he likes the idea of hanging out with just you.

"I probably will find myself in detention again. It's kinda part of this whole tortured angsty hot skater boy thing I've got going on" he says throwing his backpack over his shoulder.

"not what I said" you still attempt to deny.

"sure it wasn't"

"bye ethan"

"bye y/n"

Yea, he'll definitely be finding himself in detention again.

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Read Part 2 here

[anikaspookie]

hi I was wondering if you could write Ethan morale being sick and getting taken care of by the reader ? If not that fine have a great day/night🫶🏻🫶🏻

FEELING SICK — ethan morales

yes ofcc I’m sorry I didn’t see this but now I do!!!

DESCRIPTION - you go to visit ethan because you notice he isn’t at school

PAIRINGS - ethan morales x fem!reader

WANRINGS: none just fluff babes

You were wondering why your boyfriend wasn’t at school today because he usually comes or he usually skips class but you would know by now you gave him a text and he said he was really sick you obviously felt bad so you had to leave school early.

You went to the store and bought everything to make him feel better and some of his favorite snacks and drinks you also brought Gingerale because it makes people feel better. You also went to his favorite fast food place and got food for him.

You made it to his house and rang the door bell no one answered you tried to text him but you couldn’t because your hands were full you knocked this time and someone answered it was his mom you looked and said “oh hey… I got a lot of stuff as you see for Ethan.. I know he’s sick so.” His mom smiled “wow thank you! Your such a sweetheart y/n!” You smiled and she let you in and you went upstairs to find Ethan in his room .

You went to his room and opened the door, he got up from laying down “oh hey babe! Isn’t school still on?” You placed the stuff on the floor exhausted “h-hey but I left it early so I can get all these things for you! There your favorite things and stuff that can help you feel better.” He looked down and surprised “wow thank you! But why?” You sat next to him and then said “well I didn’t wanna be in school anymore.. and because I love you. You’ve been a amazing boyfriend to me, and I feel like I haven’t been that great so I thought to get you this stuff.”

He looked at you and smiled “well again thank you.. and I love you too and trust me you never been a bad girlfriend..” he kissed you and you obviously kissed him back then pulled away “okay I don’t wanna get sick now. Okay I’m gonna get a cup from downstairs I got Gingerale it helps you feel better!” You got up and went to go downstairs, Ethan watched you leave and smiled knowing he chose the right girl..

ahhh I hope you guys liked it. ( I cant write I’m so bad ) anyway thank u for all the likes I been getting I appreciate it very much :)) thank you for reading luv you!!

[prismuffin]

Masterlist:

Masterlist 2

Marvel:

Miles Morales x male!Reader: “You knew it was going to snow, right?” Miles Morales x gn!Reader: Protection / Confession Miles Morales x gn!ninja!Reader: "You're a nin-what?" Miles Morales x male!genius!Reader: Observant Miles Morales x fem!spider-woman!Reader: Coincidence Miles Morales x mute!male!Reader: Grateful

Peter B. Parker x male!detective!Reader: Distraction

Peter Parker (any Spider-Man) x male!spider-mutant!Reader: Love and Affection

mcu!Peter Parker x black!male!witch!Reader: Best One Yet

tasm!Peter Parker x touchy!gn!Reader: Physical tasm!Peter Parker x kryptonian!male!Reader: Jealousy, Jealousy

Scott Lang x male!Reader: "Out of Milk"

Steve Rogers x male!Reader: "Mine."

Steven Grant x trans!male!reader: Long Day Steven grant x asexual(spectrum)!gn!Reader: Normal

Yelena Belova x gn! Reader: “Dont fuck it up.” Yelena Belova x ftm!Reader: "You’re looking quite masculine tonight"

Stranger Things:

Nothing yet!

The Umbrella Academy:

Luther Hargreeves x male!himbo!Reader: Jacked Dumbasses [Headcanons]

Criminal Minds:

Nothing yet!

Hitman Trilogy:

yandere!Agent 47 x gn!Reader: Patience // Garden yandere!father!Agent 47 x gn!reader: Escapade

Lucas Grey x gn!Reader: "You..."

Mission: Impossible:

dad!Ethan Hunt x son!Reader: “Talk to Me.” Ethan Hunt x agent!male!Reader: Can't Lose You Ethan Hunt x male!Reader: Someone He Could Trust

FarCry 5:

Jacob Seed x gn!Reader: “Chapstick”

Valorant:

Nothing yet!

Detroit Become Human:

Connor (Rk800) x male!engineer!Reader: Overheated

Elijah Kamski Fluff/SFW Alphabet (gn!Reader)

Markus (dbh) x fem!human!Reader: A Helping Hand

Simon (dbh) x human!loving!gn!Reader: You are my sunshine Simon (dbh) x human!gn!Reader: Turning Blue

Our Life Beginnings & Always:

Nothing yet!

Error 143:

Nothing yet!

Sally Face:

Sal Fisher x male!reader who’s into witchcraft; Little Dark Age Sal Fisher x gn!reader; I'm Here

WatchDogs Trilogy:

Josh Sauchak Headcanons !! (gn!Reader)

Sitara Dhawan x mute!younger!sibling!reader: Simple Mistake

COD: Modern Warfare2:

Alejandro Vargas & Rodolfo Parra x trans!male!Reader: Deserving (smut included)

John Price x top!male!Reader: "PRICE?!" John Price x Simon 'Ghost' Riley (req drabble): Sleep

John "Soap" MacTavish x Sly!Flirty!Gn!Reader (headcanons)

Poly!GhostSoap x airhead!male!reader: Idiot Boyfriend

Poly!Alerudy treating male!reader like Morticia Addams

The MW2 boys reaction to you calling them pretty boy (gn!Reader)

The MW2 boys reacting to male!Reader dying on the field (alejandro, rodolfo, soap)

The Imperfects:

Nothing yet!

Encanto:

Nothing yet!

Girl From Nowhere:

Nothing yet!

Metal Lords:

Hunter Sylvester with a Stoner s/o (Headcanons)

Dc Universe:

Barry Allen with a male!forensic psychologist!Reader

Dick Grayson x jealous!male!reader

Hal Jordan (Green Lantern) x quiet!male!Reader: Discretion

John Constantine x black!male!Reader: Cuddle-Bug

Tim Drake (Robin) x affectionate!male!Reader: Loverboy Tim Drake x gn!crow-like!reader; Catch me if you can

Kid Flash x male!Reader: Joy Ride Kid Flash x male!Reader: Denial Kid flash and flash (seperate) with a rich!male!Reader (Kid Flash) Wally West x gn!alien!Reader: Scent

Superman x male!detective!reader: Intrigued

Young Justice Squad x fem!aroace!reader (soulmate AU); Cursed

Masterlist 2

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