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slxsherr · 1 year
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Feeling Like I Never Should
read part II here
pairing: kirby reed x fem!reader x charlie walker
summary: kirby is your best friend, which is why she knows you and charlie will never get together without a little outside help.
wc: 3077
warnings: fem!reader, inexperienced!reader, inexperienced!charlie, dom!kirby(?), cursing/swearing, descriptions of alcohol & alcohol consumption, oral sex (f! receiving), fingering, unprotected sex (p in v), squirting, creampie, virginity loss
a/n: this is kinda very kirby centered but for good reason
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Kirby is your best friend, and as your best friend she knows exactly when you need a push. Especially when it comes to Charlie. She loved to make the two of you squirm, to tease, to torment, until you were both a mess. 
You like Charlie, maybe more than a friend should, but his obvious feelings for Kirby have stopped you from ever pursuing him as anything more than a friend. But Kirby knows something you don’t, that no matter how much she heckles or taunts Charlie, no one makes him squirm like you do. 
His logic isn’t half bad, feign interest in her so that you don’t suspect his feelings for you, but one thing the dweeb never considered is that you might reciprocate his feelings. It’d be cute how oblivious the two of you are if it wasn’t so pathetic. Both of you pining over the other, too afraid to make a move. 
“What are you doing tonight?” Kirby asks you, shutting your locker abruptly and startling you.
“Please stop doing that,” you groan, ever the unexpecting victim of Kirby’s jumpscares. 
“You know I can’t,” Kirby says, disregarding your request. “So, any special Friday night plans?” 
“I’m alone again this weekend, so probably just takeout and—” you begin to say, but Kirby interrupts you. 
“And a rager?” She suggests jokingly. 
“No,” you shoot down her idea quickly, even if she wasn’t being serious. “Charlie wants to come over to plan Stab-A-Thon and my sister left behind some werewolf trilogy so we’re probably gonna watch that,” you answer, bracing yourself for Kirby’s response. 
“Sounds like a hot date,” she says sarcastically, reveling in your involuntary embarrassed reactions.
“Shut up. Why are you asking?” You say, changing the subject. 
“Because Jill, Olivia, and I are going to a party and I thought I’d extend an invitation, but you have plans. So, invitation withdrawn,” she answers, a teasing lilt in her voice. 
“You’re just gonna end up watching guys fawn over Olivia and Jill spend the entire time on the couch with Trevor,” you tell her, knowing that inevitably she will show up at your house sometime after two in the morning, drunk off her ass and complaining about how lame the party was. 
“At least there’ll be some free booze. See you later!” Kirby says before walking away. 
It doesn’t take long for you and Charlie to plan Stab-A-Thon for the third year in a row, sharing Chinese takeout while going over location, equipment, and all the other small details of the club’s most notorious event. Pretty soon you’re both sprawled over your couch, dissecting the first movie that your sister described as a feminist cult classic, your legs resting comfortably over Charlie’s lap. 
“Honey! I’m home!” Kirby yells, interrupting the second movie, letting herself in with a copy of your house key that you gave her freshman year. “And I’m really drunk!”
“Is that Kirby?” Charlie asks when you pause the movie, confused. 
“Yeah, I guess she decided to bail on the party early,” you say, getting up to bring her to the den. 
“Ugh, you were right,” Kirby says when you meet her at your front door, struggling to take off her shoes. “Olivia left with some guy and Jill barely let go of Trevor’s arm. But I got this!” She says, kicking off her shoes and holding up a bottle of tequila. 
“I don’t think you need anymore of that, come on, I’ll get you some water,” you say, leading her to the living room. 
“Charlie! How’s the werewolf trilogy?” You hear Kirby ask while you go to the kitchen to get her water. 
“Basically a high-budget snuff film,” you catch the end of Charlie’s thoughts on the movie when you come back with a water bottle for Kirby. 
“Ooh, will it be brought up at the next club meeting?” Kirby asks, pulling your back to her chest when you join them on the couch, resting her chin over your shoulder. 
“Maybe,” Charlie says, taking a swig of the tequila Kirby must have given him while you were in the kitchen. 
“Drink some water, you need to sober up,” you tell Kirby, twisting in her hold to raise the now open water bottle to her lips. 
“And you need to loosen up,” Kirby says, drinking the water reluctantly. 
“Only if you drink some water,” you say, handing her the plastic bottle. 
“That’s my girl!” She cheers, drinking more water while you turn back around to face Charlie. 
Your fingers brush against Charlie’s when you take the tequila from him, lifting the heavy bottle to drink the unpleasant clear liquid. It burns as it goes down your throat, settling hot in your stomach, the heat seeping throughout your body. Your face scrunches at the bitter taste, and you already know Kirby’s gonna have something to say about that. 
“Aw, do you need a chaser?” She teases, wrapping her arms around your waist, empty water bottle dropped to the floor. 
“Something tells me you didn’t bring any,” you rasp, relinquishing the bottle back to Charlie. 
“It’s not so bad,” Charlie says after taking another drink.
“I’ve had better,” you say, nursing the bottle, keeping it away from Kirby as she playfully bites your shoulder. 
Without mixers, it’s not long before half the bottle is gone and you and Charlie are about equal to Kirby’s somewhat less intoxicated state. The movie is long forgotten, frozen at the end of the first act. The three of you are squished at one end of the couch, you’re slumped against Kirby, legs thrown over Charlie’s lap, listening to Kirby’s drunken rundown of the party she left and how she stole the bottle.
“Hold on, I gotta pee,” she says, pushing you off of her to run to the bathroom. 
“Sorry,” you say, hearing Charlie groan when you’re shoved onto his lap. 
“No, you’re fine,” he says, hoping you don’t realize the hard situation he’s in. 
“I don’t think we’re gonna finish the trilogy tonight,” you giggle, laying back where Kirby was seated. 
“Definitely not,” he says, hands nervously resting over your thighs.
“I’m back!” Kirby announces her return, and you sit up to let her return to her spot.
“That was fast,” you say, shifting halfway on Charlie’s lap, too distracted by Kirby to notice him throwing his head back, his hands just barely gripping your skin.
“God, you’re such a tease,” she says, pulling you off of his lap and towards her once she’s sat. 
“What do you mean?” You ask, relaxing into her hold.
“Look what you’re doing to him,” she says, redirecting your focus to Charlie. “He’s pitching a tent just from you crawling over him like a little minx.”
“That’s not—” he tries to deny it, face flushing from being called out, but Kirby cuts him off. 
“Are you gonna help him out with his problem or not?” She asks you, both you and Charlie shocked by her words. 
“D-Do you want me to help you?” You ask him, head fuzzy from the night’s turn of events.
“Yes,” Charlie answers, and as soon as the word leaves his lips Kirby is pushing you onto his lap. 
Your thighs straddle his hips, your hands finding purchase on his shoulders from being moved so abruptly. Looking between them, you’re unsure of what to do, but as your best friend, Kirby already knows of your lack of experience. She moves closer to the two of you, cupping your cheek and turning your head to face her. Leaning in, she presses her lips to yours, kissing you wantonly. You return the kiss, albeit a bit sloppily, lips parting when her tongue swipes at your bottom lip, licking into your mouth. She pulls away soon after, not wanting you to forget about Charlie.
“Kiss him like that,” she instructs you, turning your head back to face him. 
You lean in, goosebumps rising across your skin as a shiver tingles down your spine from his intent gaze, pupils dilated from lust and alcohol. Pressing your lips to his, you copy Kirby’s movements the best you can, kissing him sensuously. He kisses you back hungrily, as if he wished to devour you. When your tongue swipes at his bottom lip, he parts his lips just as you did for Kirby, and follows your lead as your tongue meets his. The makeout is messy, both of you new to the act, and Kirby takes the opportunity to move Charlie’s hands to your hips from where they rested on your thighs. 
“Move her however you like,” she whispers in his ear, giving him the go-ahead to grind you on his crotch. 
Charlie’s hands move your hips slowly, his own hips bucking up to meet yours as you whine into his mouth. He’s not quiet either, low moans escaping him at the lewd acts unfolding. Your nails scratch at the fabric of his flannel, supporting yourself with his shoulders as heat pools in your core. Despite the layers between the two of you, the friction is just enough for a wet patch to appear in your panties.
“Alright, calm down, greedy boy,” Kirby says, pulling you away from the kiss by your shoulders. “Wouldn’t want you finishing before the main event,” she teases, having heard the desperation in his voice as the two of you began to get lost in pleasure. 
“Be nice,” you tell her, the words slipping out without thought. 
“You want me to be nice?” She asks, her mouth stretching into a devious smile. “Come here,” she says, scooting to the edge of the couch, back to the armrest, where she sat when she first arrived. 
You make your way towards her, letting her flip you around to face Charlie when you get close, your back to her chest like before. Her fingers play with the hem of your top, soft lips brushing against your skin as she leans forward, whispering in your ear to lift your arms. You do as she says, arms rising above your head, and she pulls up your top, exposing you to Charlie. He’s watching attentively, you can feel his stare hardening when your bra comes into view, fabric lifting over your head and being thrown to the side. 
“Come closer, Charlie,” Kirby says, and he doesn’t need to be told twice, moving closer to the two of you, slotting himself between your legs. “Isn’t she pretty?” Kirby asks, fondling you over your bra, and your breath hitches from her actions. 
“Yes, she’s very pretty,” he says, voice low and airy. 
“Do you wanna play with her tits?” Kirby asks, pulling the cups of your bra down to expose your breasts. “Go ahead,” she says, when Charlie only responds with a nod.
His hands are surprisingly cold, a shock to your overheated skin. Kirby undoes your bra, sliding the straps down your shoulders and stripping you of the last garment on your upper body before placing her hands on top of Charlie’s. She guides his hands to be less gentle, and you watch through hooded lids as he lowers his head to your chest. 
His tongue flicks over your pert nipples, testing for your reaction, continuing when he hears your soft whines. Kirby pulls his hair back, giving you a better view as he mouths at your tits, licking and sucking your hardened buds, skin shining from his spit. She pulls him away from you harshly by his hair, holding him in place.
“If you wanna get your dick wet, you need to prep her,” Kirby says, letting go of him. “Take these off for her,” she instructs, snapping the waistband of your shorts and panties against you. 
You lift your hips so that he can pull your bottoms off, and he accidentally pulls you closer to him, your head sliding down to rest against Kirby’s stomach. She doesn’t say anything, watching him push your legs up to slide the last of your clothes off. You’ve got your thighs pressed together tightly, feeling vulnerable being the only one naked, but Kirby doesn’t allow that for long. She forces your legs apart, giving Charlie a clear view of your wet cunt. 
“This,” she says, one hand trailing down to spread your folds with two fingers. “Is her clit, play with it right and you both get a prize,” she continues, rubbing tight circles on the bud, making you mewl as your hips buck for more. “Be patient,” Kirby warns you, pulling her fingers away to hold your hips down, ignoring the whimper you let out from the loss of friction. 
Charlie’s fingers replace Kirby’s, messy circles leaving you breathless as you moan quietly. Eyes screwed shut in pleasure, you don’t see him moving down until his mouth meets your core. He licks a broad stripe from your hole to your clit, sucking the bud experimentally between his lips. You’re left keening from his actions, Kirby’s hands keeping your thighs from shutting around his head and hips rolling for more.
“Good boy,” Kirby coos from behind you, watching Charlie eat your pussy like a man starved. What he lacks in experience, he makes up for in enthusiasm. “Now stretch her hole with your fingers,” Kirby instructs, ignoring your hands gripping the wrist of her hand holding your hips down.
Charlie slides a finger in tentatively, stroking your walls gently. You’re a whiny mess, begging for more, sweet voice echoing through the room. He slips another finger in, your tight walls sucking him in greedily. His thick fingers prod deep inside you, massaging a spot that has your stomach twisting in pleasure.
“Charlie,” you moan his name, breathing heavy as he fucks you open with his fingers, face flushing in embarrassment when you hear your pussy squelching lewdly. 
“Is he making you feel good?” Kirby asks, and you nod quickly, thighs trembling as she holds your legs open. “Is he doing a good job?” She asks, enjoying the way you struggle to muster even a non-verbal response as you do your best to nod. “No, use your words, hon. Tell him how good he’s making you feel, how good of a job he’s doing,” she says, watching your glossy eyes meet Charlie’s. 
“Feels so good, Charlie,” you say between ragged breaths, mewling when he thrusts his fingers harder. “You’re doing such a good job!” You cry, ears ringing and gripping Kirby’s arm tighter as you begin to teeter over the edge. 
“Stop,” Kirby says, and you whine at the empty feeling when Charlie pulls his fingers out, your orgasm ruined. “Shh, don’t worry, love. You’ll get to come,” she reassures you, massaging your thighs. “Take your clothes off, Charlie,” she instructs him, and he wastes no time stripping. 
“I don’t have a condom,” he says, down to his boxers, slowly moving back to where he was between your legs.
“You don’t need one, you’re both virgins and she’s on the pill,” Kirby says, pushing him to sit back to cushion, moving you onto his lap. 
Your thighs shake when you straddle him this time, nothing separating the two of you now. His dick is pretty, pale with a pink, almost red, tip, shiny from leaking pre. He’s got a protruding vein on the underside, you lick your lips wishing you could trace it instead, a trimmed dark patch of curls trailing up. 
“Spit,” Kirby says, interrupting your thoughts, holding your hand up to your mouth. “Good girl,” she praises you when you let your saliva dribble into the palm of your hand. “You’re lucky,” Kirby says to you, wrapping your hand around Charlie’s dick. “To have such a pretty cock as your first,” she finishes, pumping your fist leisurely around him. 
The sight of Charlie is sinful, almost pornographic moans slipping past kiss-swollen lips. His hair is a little messy from Kirby’s rough handling, blue eyes glistening as he watches Kirby move your hand around him, hips desperately meeting yours for more. But Kirby reminds him who’s in charge, hand holding him in place just as she did you before stopping your movements altogether. 
“Now sit,” Kirby says, pulling your hips up and lining him up with your entrance.
Charlie’s hands hold onto your hips as you sink further down, thick head stretching your hole as you lower. It’s not as painful as so many of your friends had said when they told you about their first time, moreso uncomfortable as his shaft stretches you wider than his fingers prepared you for. Your mouth is open in a silent cry, gravity forcing you further down and it feels like you’re being split apart.
“Are you okay?” Charlie asks when you’re fully seated, hands kneading your hips comfortingly.
“Yeah,” you answer, getting used to the full feeling, gaze shifting to Kirby’s, a question in your eyes.
“Ride him,” Kirby says, hands on top of Charlie’s, guiding you up and down his cock. 
Your hands find themselves on his shoulders, stabilizing yourself as you’re bounced on his lap. You moan wantonly as the two of you move together, pleasure zinging through your bodies each time your hips slam down. Kirby removes her hands from Charlie’s, one instead softly tracing across your lower back as you lose yourself, trembling as he thrusts up to meet your movements. 
A string of expletives leave his mouth, a whispered groan as he no doubt nears his release. It’s cute, Kirby thinks, how desperate the two of you are to finish. You hide your face in the space where his neck meets his shoulder, hands tugging at his hair as your hips struggle to keep up with his punishing pace, moaning incoherently into his skin. 
But Kirby can’t have that, so she sneaks a hand between your bodies, rubbing frantic circles on your clit. Your whole body tenses up, taut like a string, biting into Charlie’s shoulder to muffle your wail as your release sprays against his stomach and thighs. He fucks you through it, despite your walls tightening to push him out, hips jerking as he pulls you down one last time, coming inside you.
Kirby is your best friend, but even in her drunken state she can recognize that maybe that’s not a good enough excuse for what she did tonight. Driving you into Charlie’s arms just because she doesn’t have the balls to admit she’s in love with you is somehow worse than Charlie’s misdirection strategy. But that’s a problem for hungover Kirby, she thinks.
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helpwhatsthis · 9 months
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okay so ppl are making the spiderman ethan edits but why is no one pointing out that scream has the whole fucking spiderverse??
pt. 1 of this post bc I have more!
bc ethan is peter parker
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and chad is miles
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anika is cindy
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mindy is jess
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kirby is felicia
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I'm gonna make a part two for the pics but someone else pls tell me you see it too??
me when I write a fic abt ethan and chad with a spider-gwen reader??
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f4riedimples · 4 months
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hi there:)
a lil request for ur naughty or nice 25 day thing
maybe sam and r go ice skating together?
pairings: Sam Carpenter x f!reader
warnings: none, you got fluff!(you were super nice!)
day of naughty or nice: 1
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Sam knew that ice skating wouldn’t be too bad. Obviously she was a little nervous because it was her first time and she was sure she was gonna be clumsy but she also just wanted to make you happy.
“cmon baby!” You said as you lightly guided Sam with you. “Okay…” it was honestly pretty cute how nervous she was.
“go slower!” She requested feeling like she was gonna fall. She was taking looks at her skates. She didn’t wanna fall and feel like she embarrassed herself. After going a bit slower that’s when you tried to calm her down.
“don’t worry. I’ve only done this a few times myself.” You admit. It was honestly a bit more comforting for Sam. Not that you could fall of course but because you could help her.
after a few minutes she started to slow get the hang of it. Obviously not perfect bit it was still so sweet.
and she seemed to be enjoying herself.
usually some would think Sam would hate skating probably because of the cold environment or because of actually doing it.
but she loves it.
“come on princesa!” Sam nearly squeals. It’s pretty rare to see her this loose and happy.
so of course you take advantage of it make the most of the time. At some points Sam has to be the one that guides you.
during breaks you give each other small kisses.
you both never want this day to end.
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f1nalgirlz · 7 months
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sleepovers are fun! | Charlie Walker ♡
In which Charlie and y/n have a special moment at Kirby’s “kick off for October sleepover”
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≪warnings≫ sexual content, nsfw, feminine pronouns, alcohol
≪ contents≫ Charlie Walker x you, Charlie Walker x Reader, exhibitionism kind of??, creampie, oral sex (fem receiving), p in v, kinda dom charlie?
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The sun was setting as Y/N walked to Kirby’s house, it being the first day of October the air was cool. As she tracked along, she examined all the trees that were shifting in color smiling to herself. Y/N absolutely loved this time of year, and she was excited to be going to a sleepover that celebrates it. It was Kirby’s annual kickoff October sleepover that she’d came to every year since 8th grade. It was a tradition they were happy to continue every year being best friends, of course more people joined over the years. Y/N broke from her thoughts as her shoes hit Kirby’s stairs, instantly running up them and knocking on her door. After a few moments the door swung open and there stood her very best friend, Kirby, who pulled Y/N into a tight hug, dragging her inside. She looked around and smiled. “no one else get here yet?” she asks, looking inquisitively at Kirby. “Nope. Not yet! You’re first as always, Y/N.” she grinned at her and began leading her to the kitchen. “Shall we have a few drinks on this fine night?” She asks, leaning on her counter. Y/N nodded. “Yes, please.” She said happily as Kirby started making the drinks. Soon, familiar faces started pouring in. Jill and her douche boyfriend Trevor, Olivia, Robbie, and last to arrive was Charlie. Charlie was probably Y/N’s closest friend besides Kirby. What she didn’t know however, was how big of a raging crush Charlie had been harboring for her for years. He hid it decently well, not daring to speak it out loud to anyone, but he jumped at any opportunity to be alone with y/n or even just near her.
The night had gone well so far, everyone was having fun and gotten a few drinks in them. It was at this point in the night someone, maybe Olivia, had expressed they should play truth or dare, which everyone happily agreed to in their slightly inebriated shape. A few turns went by, daring a few people to take shots or silly secrets being confessed. When it was Charlie’s turn, Kirby asked him the question that lit everyone’s nerves up. “Truth or dare, Charlie?” It seemed like he was thinking before answering, “Dare.” As he answered Kirby face changed a little, a mischievous smile working its way onto her lips. See, Kirby had kind of sussed out Charlie’s crush on her best friend. Of course he’d never said it out loud to her, but she could just tell when things shifted. When slowly Charlie’s crush on her had fizzled out, yet he still lingered closely around her and her best friend. She’d never told Y/N about it of course, she believed herself to be a better person than someone who’d rat out someone’s crush. “Charlie, I dare you to kiss Y/N. Not a peck either really plant one on her!” She said, laughing happily.
“Kirby!” Y/N gasped, shooting her a look. It’s not that she’d had anything against Charlie, far from it, but she was a little nervous something as silly as a truth or dare kiss would jam a wedge in their friendship. “You guys have to, it was a dare.” Olivia chimed in, gaining nods in agreement from Jill and Trevor. Charlie, who was sitting beside you just shrugged, trying to act cool on the outside even though his insides were burning up. He was genuinely having an internal freak out. Getting to finally kiss you had NOT been in his plans. “Let’s just go for it,” Y/N mumbled, leaning in towards Charlie. He slightly panicked but shoved their lips together, the kiss lasted for a few moments before they both pulled away. The group around them laughing, cheering, and clapping at the two. As much as y/n really wanted to deny it, she felt something…it felt different. It felt good and she liked it, maybe it was because she was slightly tipsy but for the rest of the game she found herself craving more, glancing over at Charlie. Nobody really noticed.
It had gotten much later, everyone had found their way to a place to sleep. Robbie had taken his sleeping bag into an office room, closing the door behind him. Kirby went to her bed, inviting Y/N and Jill to go with her as they slept every year but only Jill accepted. Olivia followed the two up the stairs, sleeping bag in hand. Trevor had found his way to a spare bedroom quickly, as if he didn’t want anyone to steal it.
Y/N simply needed to clear her head alone, worried about what those feelings from earlier meant. She’d walked into an empty room, changing into some shorts and taking her bra off, just wanting to be comfortable. As she laid on the couch, her thoughts were cut short as Charlie walked back in from the bathroom where he’d been. Hair still damp from the shower he’d been taking. He was grabbing his sleeping bag off the floor and walking right towards Y/N. She sat up. “Is it cool if I sleep in here? I don’t want to bother you.” He said. She nodded, her heart speeding up. Why? Why now? “Uh yeah sure.” She said,looking at him as he began to lay out his sleeping bag on the ground next to the couch. They’d slept like this before at different sleepovers throughout the years, so why now did it make her heart beat out of her chest? As Charlie sat down onto his sleeping bag, sorting himself out for the night, y/n got up rather abruptly. She walked into the kitchen, grabbing a glass and pouring herself at least 3 shots, gulping them all down at once. Charlie noticed, but chose to not chase after her, simply watching from the living room floor. Y/N made her way back and sat down on the couch, looking down to Charlie on the floor. She couldn’t stop thinking about him, his lips, the way his lips felt on her own… she felt like she was going crazy. “Are you okay?” He asked her, but he didn’t receive an answer he got met with lips against his own. Her hands grabbed onto his cheeks as she made her way onto the floor with him. While he was internally freaking out, he was incredibly excited, grabbing onto her waist and pulling her into him. They continued like that for a while until Charlie rolled her over onto her back, hovering over her as they stared at each other. “I want you.” She whispered, staring at him, it’s like all the internal tension has solved itself and she knew exactly what she wanted. He gave her a nod and dipped back down for a kiss, trailing those kisses down her neck, his wet hair making her shiver as it touched her arm. He slowly pulled up her tank top, attacking her, now bare, chest and stomach with slow kisses. Both of their cheeks were burning red at this point. As he made his way down to her waist band, he looked up at her to see her nodding, almost pleading. His fingers latched on to her shorts and tugged them down, panties coming with them. He stared at her heat for a moment, cheeks burning but it didn’t take long for him to enthusiastically bury his face between her thighs. He’d never done anything like this before, but he had watched hours of porn and tutorials, hoping and praying that one day this moment would come. He began licking her folds, making his way to find her clit. When she gasped a little louder than previously, he assumed he’d found it, beginning to lick at the bundle of nerves. Y/N’s body reacted so well to him, she felt like her whole body was on fire. As Charlie licked more aggressively, beginning to suck on the bud every now and again, she could feel slick dripping from her hole. She was doing her best to stay quiet but let out a low moan when Charlie sank a single finger into her, continuing with his mouth at the same time. The one was followed by another and soon Y/N was gently shaking all over. He pulled his fingers out, moving his head down to her hole to get one last lick, filling his mouth with her wetness. She whined when he stopped and looked at him. “Why’d you stop?” She huffed out, but he just smiled softly. “Do you want to go further?” He whispered, she caught on and nodded. He pulled down his plaid green pajama pants and underwear. His cock bounced out clearly already hard, just from eating her out. He grabbed his dick with one hand lining it up with her hole and pushing just the tip inside her. She moaned, feeling like her insides were just throbbing for him. He continued to push his cock into the warm embrace of her wetness, grabbing under her knees and pushing them back, exposing more of her. He nearly drooled at the sight of his dick buried in her pussy.
Y/N felt like she could barely breathe, her cunt ached around his cock, needing movement or she felt like she would explode. As if reading her mind, Charlie slowly started thrusting into her, the wet sound her pussy made as he fucked into her, just made him hornier. The two tried to remain quiet, only letting out soft moans and grunts. Charlie had sped up, removing one hand from under her legs and moving it to almost grip onto her pussy, locating her clit with his thumb and rubbing it, this sent a shock through her body and her legs twitched. She felt so close to an orgasm she could hardly think, gripping onto Charlie’s sleeping bag with one hand and digging her nails into his shoulder with the other. She soon felt a hot liquid shooting deep into her, filling up her insides followed by the sound of Charlie moaning, body shaking. This sent her over the edge, her body shaking as she orgasmed, pussy clenching around Charlie, milking every last drop from him. When he finally pulled out, they were both panting. They kissed again, another slow kiss. Charlie pulled his pants back up, as well as Y/N’s trapping his cum that was flowing out inside her panties. She sat up and pulled her tank top down, blushing deeply. “So um..” she started but was interrupted by the sound of feet coming down the stairs.
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R: Soooo… idk if anyone will actually read this, I need to express my hyperfixation somehow. I haven’t written anything like this in years so please bare with me. If someone does read this I’d love more ideas please please please!!! 🩷
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icarus-star · 25 days
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ur so creepy ×_× | charlie w. x reader x kirby r.
×kirby and readers sleepover escalates.. and someone happened to be watching×
cw: afab!reader, use of "y/n", filming sex, squirting, implied overstimulation, stalker!charlie. not proof read.
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you sat next to kirby on her bed, her hand was tracing along your thigh as she kissed your lips. you had been friends with her for a couple of years, she was the first person to talk to you when you moved to woodsboro and you had always found her attractive, but you never expected to be here.
she slid her tongue into your mouth, causing you to let out a cross between a gasp and a moan. her hand was on your hip as she kissed you. her tongue explored your mouth thoroughly before she pulled away, a strand of saliva still connecting the two of your mouth's together as she took a moment to catch her own breath.
you moved back in, wanting to feel her lips against yours again. your mouths touched for barely a second before there was a loud ka-thunk! outside of the window. kirby stood up from her bed, looking at you then the window. "what the fuck was that?" you wondered aloud.
kirby shook her head. "i dunno," she replied, brows furrowed in confusion as she made her way to the window that the sound came from. she swung the curtain open, and almost screamed when she saw what she did. ".....what the fuck." she stared at charlie. he was standing there, one hand in his pants and the other shakily holding a camera.
charlie stared like a deer in headlights for a long moment. he had caught the two people most attractive people that he had ever met, both of you were almost naked. you were only in a tank top and panties, while kirby was in sweat pants and a sports bra. you both looked so good to him. "uh... it's um, i--i'm.. making a found footage ARG..?" he stammered, coming up with the first most plausible excuse that he could.
kirby looked just as confused as before, but now also a little bit curious, like she had an idea. "how about me and y/n help with that, hn?" she teased, grabbing the collar of charlie's shirt.
charlie gasped as he was dragged into kirby's bedroom, he stumbled a bit. nobody bothered to close the window. "y/n, can charlie join us?" she asked you with a playful smile.
you thought about it for a moment, looking at charlie. he was pretty, you had always thought so, he was cute too. a bit of a dork, but you didn't mind. you bit down on your lip as you thought about it. "yeah, he can." you grinned, allowing charlie to join you and kirby.
and that's how you ended up here, with charlie naked and laying on kirby's bed, kirby already sitting on his face, and you lowering yourself down onto charlie's cock. all of this being filmed by the same camera that charlie had with him outside of the window.
charlie's cock was pretty average in size, but it filled you up perfectly. it was harder than you thought any dick could get, and already dripping precum. he felt like he'd cum at the very moment that you start moving. "oh, you're that wet from just kissing me earlier?" kirby teased you, her hand once again on your thigh.
charlie bucked up his hips subconsciously, wanting to fuck you as hard as he could. kirby grinded her pussy down against his face. charlie moaned, lapping at her cunt. "ohho, fuck.." kirby groaned, leaning forward. she caught you in a deep kiss, biting at your lips. you whined, moving yourself up and down charlie's cock slowly.
your hands moved down to kirby's tits, which were now bare, cupping them in each of your hand's as you kissed. you rolled her nipples between your index and thumb, pulling a little moan from her. she bit at the bottom of your lip, making you open your mouth again. her tongue ran against yours, yours now dancing with hers.
charlie whimpered when he felt you moving up and down on his cock. the way he slid into your cunt was perfect, this whole situation was perfect. his tongue swirled around kirby's clit, making her moan out loudly.
charlie couldn't handle anymore. touching himself earlier, and now this? he was so close to cumming. he gripped onto kirby's thighs, burying his tongue in her clit. he moved his face in an up and down kind of movement, so needy to cum and have cum all over his face. right as your cunt squeezed around his dick was when it was over. his balls tightened, hot sticky cum flooding your insides as you rode him. it felt like he was cumming buckets, letting out muffled whines against kirby's pussy as he finished inside. but you gave him no time to cool down, as you kept riding him, even harder at that.
charlie's cock was hardened again quickly at the sounds of you and kirby making out messily again, the wet noises and moans that came from each of you drove him crazy. he couldn't help but keep bucking his hips up, pushing his cock deep into you.
kirby pulled away from your lips for only a mere moment, gathering some of your mixed spit with her finger's that she then brought to your clit, rubbing insistently to have you cum all over charlie's cock.
kirby knew what she was doing, rubbing those fast circles around your clit. it felt so fucking good. you felt long waves of pleasure going through your body, you moaned, pushing down to fit charlie's cock inside of you and keep it there. "ahhng, fuck!!" you moaned, cumming with charlie's sensitive dick nestled so deep inside of you.
kirby smiled, kissing you as soon as you came. "m'gonna cum soon too~" she hummed, her hand kneading one of your tits as she wiggled against charlie. he hadn't given up with his tongue at all, he loved the way she tasted.
and just as she said, kirby came hard. she let out a long groan, cumming all over charlie's face. she squirted, and charlie tried swallowing as much as he could. even if he could barely breath, this was the very best night of his life.
both you and kirby soon collapsed, you were pretty much in a kirby-charlie sandwich with kirby laying on your left and charlie on your right. the room was quiet for a moment, until kirby spoke up, "..charlie, you're gonna have to go.. this was meant to be a girls night." she says.
"wh--what?" he quickly replied, sitting up a bit to look at charlie.
"no you can stay, just turn the camera off." you mumbled, now sleepy from the event's that just took place.
"right, the camera."
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nicklesbam · 11 months
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Hi I don’t know if you write poly but if you do could I request some Sam x Kirby x f reader smut please!
of course! I've never heard of this poly relationship, sounds like a lot of fun though. Mind you I haven't written smut in a long while and idk if it'll be good but enjoy
Tonight was movie night and you were with your two favorite girls. Your girlfriends Sam and kirby. You met them both while you were getting food and you couldn't tear your eyes away from them, it's been amazing ever since
"Y/n honey can you scoot a little closer" kirby asked politely. Y/n hummed and moved closer by a few inches but kirby wasn't satisfied
Kirby placed her hand on your hip and pulled y/n closer. Y/n giggled and turned to one of her two amazing girlfriends. She turned to Sam and waved at her to come closer also. Sam took the hint and moved to her girlfriends
While y/n was focused on the movie, Kirby turned to Sam and raised her brows. Sam scoffed out a laugh
"What?" Y/n turned to Sam. Sam smiled at her sweet girlfriend
"Nothing sweetheart" Sam grabbed her face and turned it to the TV. Y/n thought nothing of it and continued with their movie. Sam looked to kirby who was biting her lip, she nodded at the blonde as a 'yes'
"Honey, come sit on my lap" y/n smiled at kirby and immediately sat on her lap. Kirby smiled and placed a kiss on her cheek
"Good girl" y/n turned red at the phrase
"Keep watching, this is where it gets interesting" kirby points to the TV that now has y/n's attention. Sam moved and sat right next to them, placing her hand on y/n's thigh
Kirby moved some of her hair out of the way and placed a kiss on the back of her neck. Y/n let out a tiny sigh. Sam started inching her hand up y/n's thigh until it was so close to her panty line
Y/n felt her need grow strong for the two of them. She tried refocusing on the movie but kirby started leaving little kisses everywhere on her neck. Y/n sighed and closed her eyes
"Something wrong baby?" Sam questioned with feigned innocence
"N-No, everything is fine" she smiled to her girlfriend, trying to stay calm and nor blow her cover
Y/n's need grew even more until she couldn't take it, she needed friction. Y/n started to move her hips back and forth on kirbys thigh. Kirby turned to Sam with a smirk
Kirby grabbed y/n's hips to still them
"What are you doing?" She questioned, trying to sound serious. Y/n froze, her cheeks turning red. Y/n stayed quiet and looked to Sam. Sam held y/ns cheek while y/n looked to her with pleading eyes
"Speak up honey" Sam told her, smoothing her thumb on y/n's cheek
"I- I want you" y/n looked between the two. Kirby smiled and pushed her on the end of the couch
"There was that so hard?" Kirby teased their girlfriend. Y/n blushed more at her girlfriends antics. She tried to cover her face but Sam took them away
"Don't cover that beautiful face" y/n smiled at the compliment. Sam leaned in and kissed her girlfriend while kirby started kissing up her neck to her jaw
Sam's kisses always felt so sensual, like she could kiss her forever and never come up for air. They pulled apart and y/n was in bliss already
Kirby turned her cheek towards her and their lips locked. Kirby's kisses always felt so exciting and electric, y/n couldn't get enough of it
While they were kissing Sam started to kiss her way down y/n's stomach. Sam unbuttoned y/n's shorts and tugged them down. Y/n already had her arousal showing through her panties
"Aww is this for us?" Sam asked while smirking. Y/n and kirby pulled apart and y/n nodded quickly. Sam licked a stripe up through her panties. Y/n whined wanting more. Kirby lifted the front of y/n's shirt
"No bra. You can prepared" kirby chuckled. Y/n sighed as her nipples hardened under the cool air
Kirby started sucking on it harshly. Y/n let out a soft moan. Sam tugged her panties off and started sucking on her clit. Y/n moaned and threw her head back. Sam started licking patterns on her clit
Y/n moved her hands to grab onto Sam's hair. Y/n tugged on her hair making Sam grunt
Kirby started to bite little marks onto y/n's breasts. Y/n started moaning louder. She turned to kirby
"I wanna taste you, please, I wanna taste you so bad" kirby smiled brightly
"How could i say no when you ask so nicely?" Kirby removed her shirt and started unbottoning her pants. Sam started licking y/n's hole
"Oh my God yes, please, please" y/n started begging for her not to stop. Kirby threw her pants across the room. She placed herself over y/n and moved her panties aside
As soon as kirby moved them y/n grabbed her thighs and pushed her down onto y/n's face. Y/n started licking into her like a starved person
"Oh my God, yes baby. Doing so good f'me" kirby moaned pushing her hands through her girlfriends hair
Y/n started moaning into kirby, kirby couldn't help but lean over in ecstasy. Y/n felt the familiar feeling build up inside her. She had to pull away from kirby to breathe. She grabbed Sam's hair again
"I'm about to cum. Please make me cum, feels so good" y/n's voice got higher and her breaths quicker. She squeezed her eyes shut and held onto to Sam's head for support
Y/n felt herself cum while Sam keeps going. Her legs shaking and eyes rolled back. Sam pulled away
"You look so pretty, all a mess for me" Sam spoke. Y/n's juices all over her mouth and chin. Y/n took a second to breathe again
Y/n grabbed onto kirby's thighs and pulled her back down starting again. Kirby moaned in surprise. Sam stood up, taking her clothes off quickly. Kirby turned to her and motioned her over
Sam stood in front of Kirby as the girl leaned down and kissed her. The kiss was hungry and rushed
Kirby pulled back and started to lick around Sam's nipple. Kirby moaned out when y/n had her so close to the edge
"Keeo going, like that" kirby had to hold the side of the couch for support as her breaths got shorter and her legs started shaking. Sam couldn't be more turned on from the sight of her two girlfriends cumming, their faces looked so lewd
As kirby came y/n started to lick and suck harder at her clit. Once kirby was done cumming y/n got up
"Your turn" y/n turned to Sam and grabbed her hand, leading her to lie down on the couch again. Y/n spread her legs apart and looked in awe at her body
Y/n's hand traveled up her thigh slowly. Sam squirmed in anticipation. Kirby got up and walked over to Sam, leaning over her shoulder to continue her work on Sam's breasts
Sam got distracted by kirby and that's when y/n saw the opportunity to dive in. Y/n started working furiously, Sam moaned out loud. Sam's hands traveled down to y/n's hair and started bucking her hips into the girl
"Thank you baby, so perfect for me. My perfect angel" she started mumbling out words almost incoherently. Y/n slowly moved one of her fingers in and Sam could not be any more in heaven. Y/n moved the finger at a fast pace
"Yes, yes, yes. Give it to me baby" she moaned out with her hips still bucking up. Y/n heard how her moans got louder and knew she was almost there
Y/n moved a second finger in and moved faster than before. Sam's hips wouldn't go down and her grip on y/n's hair would get tighter
She screwed her eyes shut tight as she felt that wave of ecstasy hit. Her moans came out almost pornagraphic. Y/n eased her pace down slowly to make her high last longer
Y/n didn't even notice kirby had left until she came back with a rags
"Need to clean yourselves up" she moved one of Sam's legs and cleaned her up. Sam whined from the sensitivity
Kirby went to y/n next and started cleaning her up. Y/n tried not to whine too much but her sensitivity eased up a bit
"What about you?" Y/n asked in a tired tone. Kirby smiled at her girlfriends worry
"I got myself cleaned up, thank you baby" she kisses her quickly before going to grab blankets
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fanficsformyfaves · 8 months
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Hallway Crush
Kirby Reed x Fem!Reader
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WARNING: SMUT 18+, Loss of Virginity, Oral Sex (R Receiving), Fingering (R Receiving), Strap On Sex (R Receiving), Hickeys, FLUFF, Mutual Pining
PREFACE: Reader has always had a crush on Kirby, but what she didn't know was that the feelings were mutual
A/N: I'm appalled by the lack of stories for my wife
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As if today didn't start off shitty enough with me being late, I completely forgot my laptop on the kitchen island.
"Are you fucking serious?", I whisper to myself,
Before zipping up my backpack and slightly slamming my car door closed. I start walking towards the building, when I get ambushed by Robbie and Charlie. I let out a surprised gasp and clutch at my chest.
"What's your favorite scary movie?", Charlie questions,
Pathetically attempting the Ghostface voice.
"What the fuck is wrong with you guys?", I scold,
Shoving past the two and making my to the front doors.
"You look good, (Y/N)!", I hear Charlie call out to me,
To which a return the favor with a middle finger.
"Oof, harsh", Robbie mocks,
Watching me walk away.
"Completely uninterested in your existence"
"No, man, she wants me", Charlie replied,
Unashamed of his delusion.
I finally make it inside and head straight for my locker. I take out the books I needed for my first class and shut it close.
"(Y/N)", I hear a familiar voice call out to me,
I turn and felt my heart drop to my stomach. I had a crush on Kirby Reed since I first moved here. From her blonde locks to her piercing eyes and rosy lips, it was next to impossible for me to think straight with her around.
I eventually snap out of my haze and look around to make sure she was actually speaking to me. I point to myself and she chuckles.
"Unless there's another (Y/N) I'm unaware of, then yes, I'm talking to you", she reassures,
I let out the breath I didn't realize I was holding and walk towards her.
"Hi"
"Hi", she greeted sweetly,
I smile nervously, pulling up the strap of my bag that was slipping off.
"What are you up to tonight?", she asks,
"Um, just studying. The calc quiz is coming up and I wanna make sure I ace it"
"Oh, pretty and smart. Good combo", she compliments,
Looking me up and down. I could feel my cheeks heat up at her comment.
"Thanks"
"Jill and I are having a party tonight and I was just wondering if you'd like to come"
I hesitate for a moment.
"Well-"
"But, if you're busy, I totally get it-"
"No!"
My suddeness catching her off-guard.
"I mean, I don't...have to study"
She raises her eyebrows at me.
"It's more of a refresher thing, but, I could always just skip it"
"Ooh, I like bad girls", she teases,
Was she trying to make me explode? Cause god-damn, she didn't need to try very hard.
"Sooo, I'll see you tonight? Eight thirty?"
"Yes", I replied,
Holding back a squeal that was fighting to escape me.
"Great. See you there", she bids farewell,
Walking off.
Did that actually just happen? Or did the crush I had on her for months finally start getting to me? Either way, I was definitely going to that party to find out.
~
The second school was over, I rushed home and immediately started getting ready. I showered, did my hair, make up and picked out an outfit that would definitely get her attention. I settled on a maroon bell sleeve top that perfectly showcased what it needed to, low waist jeans and converse.
Once I did a purse check, I head out and got in my car. I knew I got the right address, when I saw all the people hanging out on the front lawn. That and the loud music I could hear from the inside of my car.
Taking in one last deep breath, I parked and got out. With each step I took towards the house, my heart started beating faster and faster. The moment I opened the front door, I was instantly faced with a sea of people from school.
Being a freshman, I didn't know that many people yet, especially the seniors, who I was now surrounded by. I didn't particularly enjoy big crowds, so it came as no shock when I felt my anxiety kick it into high-gear. Maybe I should just go home-
"(Y/N)!"
Fuck, too late.
I carefully turn around and see Kirby nodding her head at me from the couch with Jill and Olivia.
"Come on", she says over the loud music,
I walk over to them and the three girls scoot over to make room for me.
"Glad you didn't skip out on me", she teased,
As I took a seat next to her.
"Of course not", I replied,
Shaking my head. She smiles and sips from her drink. All I could focus on were her lips and the way the wrapped around the cup. The same blush spreading across my face as before.
"You look really good", she says,
Dragging her eyes up and down my body, as I fought back a scream.
"You know, we've passed each other in the halls a bunch of times, but we've never actually spoken before...why?", she questioned,
It's not like I could've just admitted about being madly in love with her.
"I'm just naturally shy", I opt for the less embarrassing response,
"Well...you have no reason to be", she replied,
Raking her eyes up and down my frame once more, as I held back another scream that almost found its way out of me.
We spent the next hour just talking and stumbled upon our shared love for horror movies.
"Okay okay"
"Hm?"
"What the fuck is up that Chucky doll?", I ask,
Making Kirby almost spit her drink back out from laughing.
"Sorry!", I exclaimed,
Taking a napkin and wiping the corner of her mouth.
"It's okay, you're just really funny"
She looks back at me and it was only then did I realize just how close we had gotten. Inches barely keeping us apart.
"Boo! Get a room!", Olivia teased,
Causing us both to look over at them, whilst Jill burst out into laughter. Kirby shakes her head and turns her attention back to me.
"Ignore them"
I smile and discard of the used napkin.
"Well, I definitely need a refill, wanna come?", she questioned,
"Sure"
We navigate our way through the drunken crowd and found ourselves at the kitchen island.
"Want some?"
"Oh, I can't. I'm driving myself home"
That's when she pulls out a carton of fruit juice. I give her a confused look.
"You didn't think I'd be wasted, did you? Someone's gotta keep everyone in check. My parents would kill if me if anything happened to the house", she explained,
Pouring herself a new glass.
"Come on, indulge me", she jokingly challenged,
I grab one for myself and she did the same. I was now hyper-focused on her hands and the way they moved. It made my stomach flutter. I couldn't help, but chew nervously thinking about all the ways they could touch me, ruin me-
"(Y/N)?"
Her words ripping me out of my explicit thoughts.
"Sorry, what did you say?"
"You totally spaced just now. What were you thinking about?", she sets her cup down,
Leaning closer towards me.
"Nothing", I say,
She tilts her head, unconvinced. My heart was beating so loud, that it was all I could hear.
"Are you sure?", she pressed on,
Taking my hand in hers.
I couldn't hold it in any longer. From the way she was looking at me to her thumbs rubbing up and down the back of my hand, it all became too much too fast.
Not wanting to prolong the torture any longer, I lean in and finally press my lips against hers, just waiting to see if she would kiss me back. Any doubts that I had left disappeared the moment I felt her free hand grab my waist to pull me in closer. Our lips moving in perfect sync.
It was even better than I could've possibly imagined. It felt like everyone else around us disappeared and we were in our own little world.
Eventually, she pulls away, biting back a smile.
"Finally", she whispered,
Making me chuckle to myself.
"You have no idea how long I've been waiting for that", she admits,
Tucking a lose strand behind my ear. If she only knew. She takes a moment to scan the room, before looking back at me.
"Hopefully, I'm not being too forward, but...would you wanna go somewhere more private?"
I nod and she takes me by the hand, leading me up the stairs and towards her room.
The moment we step foot inside, she pins me to the door, using my body to shut it closed. We pick up right where we left off, only this time, our hands roam each other's bodies. I help her out of her jacket and she tugs at the bottom of my blouse, almost as if to ask for permission to take it off.
"Wait", I exhaled out of breath,
"Is everything alright?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. It's just..."
She gives me a worried expression.
"I've never...like..."
That's when it hit her.
"You're a virgin", she relaxes,
I nod shyly.
"We don't have to do anything, if you're not ready", she reassured,
"No, I am!", I say,
"I just have no idea what I'm doing", I confessed,
She cups my face.
"Do you want me to show you?"
I felt myself melting at how soft she was being with me.
"Yes...please", I pleaded,
"Okay", she smiles,
Continuing to kiss me. Her pace was now tender and slow, not that I was complaining.
I pull my shirt off over my head, leaving my top half completely exposed for her to see.
"God, you really are perfect", she praised,
As I grinned in excitement.
I unbutton my pants and drag it down my legs, along with the underwear I was wearing. I'd never felt more vulnerable than I did in that moment. My arms instinctively go to cover my body, but she stops them, before they had the chance.
"Don't do that", she says,
Gently moving my head to face her.
"You don't have to hide anything from me"
She kisses me and her hands leave my face, finding their way down the rest of my body. They settle on my bare chest, squeezing my mounds, as I quietly whine against her lips.
Kirby chuckling at how sensitive I was.
Eventually, her kisses trail down my cheeks, till they met the skin of my neck.
"So good for me", she mumbled,
Going lower and licking circles over my now hardened buds, as I sigh in satisfaction. She then made her way down my stomach, till she was on her knees, spreading my legs apart.
"Can I?", she questioned,
As her hungry eyes stared up at me in anticipation, to which I nod.
"I need to hear you say it", she whispers,
The things she did to me by simply just talking was more than enough to make me come undone right then and there.
"Yes", I answer,
Causing her to flash me another one of her signature smirks, before diving into me. Her lips wrapping around my pulsing bundle of nerves, as I gasp at the contact. She slides her fingers up and down my slit, spreading the mess she was making of me.
I could already feel my knees going weak.
"You taste so good", she praises.
Finally having had enough with the torturing, she gently slips her digits into me, pressing earnestly against where I needed her most . A surprised gasp fleeing out of me as a result.
Not wanting to risk hurting me, she started of slow and cautious. Treating me like like a fragile piece of glass that could be shattered even with the slightest touch.
"Y-You can go faster", I reassure,
Making her look up at me. Her eyes were filled with so much tenderness, that I couldn't help but fully surrender myself into her hands.
That was all she needed to hear.
She picks up the pace and began to go faster and faster, as my fingers intertwine themselves with her golden tresses. Each moan and whine only encouraging her to continue her ministrations.
It didn't take long for my knees to start buckling from how weak they were. Noticing how my legs were about to give out, Kirby pulls away, making me whine at the loss of her touch.
"Come here", she says,
Taking me to her vanity and sitting me down, before getting back to what she was doing. Eventually, my walls begin to tighten around her and she went harder and faster.
"K-Kirby"
"You're so close, baby. Do it for me", she whispers.
It was like a knot in the pit of my stomach just snapped apart, as a flood came rushing out of me and onto her welcoming tongue. I've had orgasms before, but...nothing like this. Maybe it was the fact it was someone else and not just myself or maybe she was just that good. Either way, I wasn't gonna complain.
I take a moment to catch my breath, while she swallows me down and wipes off the rest. Kirby then gets back on her feet and kisses me.
"You are the sweetest person ever...literally and metaphorically", she teases,
Making me giggle against her.
"Hey"
"Mm?"
"Feel free to say no, but...would you wanna try something else?"
"You mean like...return the favor?", I ask,
About to go down on my knees, when she stops me with chuckle.
"No, trust me...we have all the time in the world for that", she says,
"But for now, I was thinking..."
She takes my hand and led me to her closet. She slid the door to the side and dug through her clothes to find a box. Once she opened it up, a delicious chill ran up my spine from what I found, waiting inside.
"Is that-"
"Jill and Liv got it for me as a gag-gift for my birthday", she explained,
Taking the strap on out.
"But what they didn't know was that I would be putting it to good use"
I bite back a smile and look back up at her.
"Do you want this? Cause, if you aren't ready-"
"I am", I cut off,
"I trust you"
She grins and I eased any remaining doubts she might've had with a kiss.
"But...", I pull away,
"You're wearing too many clothes for my liking", I joked,
Making her laugh to herself.
I helped her out of the shirt, bra, jeans and thong she was wearing, before tossing the items of clothing into a pile in the corner.
She was breathtaking, almost...unreal. Every dip and curve on her body made my heart beat even faster than it had before.
"What?"
"Nothing, you're...beautiful, Kirby", I say nervously.
She smiles and takes my hand.
"That makes the two of us", she smiles,
Taking me to the bed and carefully laying me down.
"If at any point, you feel uncomfortable"
"I won't", I promised,
"But if you do, please let me know, okay? You're gonna feel pressure for the first few seconds"
"I know. I trust you"
"Okay", she says,
Leaning down to kiss me. As we did, she settles between my legs, before wrapping them around her waist and reaching down to grab the toy. Her free arm going under my back to scoop me up and pull me in closer.
She rubs up and down my slit and eventually pushes in slightly with her hips. The sensation making me tense up as a response.
"Don't do that", she whispers,
Soothing me with soft circles she would draw on the skin of my spine.
"It'll make it hurt", she warns,
"Deep slow breathes, baby"
I do as she says and finally relax in her grasp. She continues to push deeper into me and eventually found the sweet spot waiting for her. I let out a gasp and cling onto her for dear life.
"There she is", she praised.
She gives me a moment to adjust, burying her face in my neck and kissing the warmth of my skin, while mumbling sweet nothings into my ear.
Once I was ready for more, I let her know.
"Y-You can move", I whine.
She nods against me and slowly starts moving her hips back and forth. It was a feeling unlike any other, but it wasn't painful, like I thought it would be. It was actually quite the opposite.
Finally getting used to the feeling, I urged her to go faster by bucking my hips up.
"So needy", she teased,
Picking up the pace and thrusting into me faster and harder.
With the long-forgotten party carrying on outside, the desperate moans and sounds that escaped me were all disguised by the chaos from beyond the door, as the smell of sex filled the room.
As it was only my first time, it came as no surprise to me when my orgasm began to build up quicker than I wanted, which Kirby obviously noticed by how much harder she had to ram into me with how tight my walls were wrapping around the strap.
She hurriedly reaches down and rubs fast circles on my clit, only making me cry out even louder.
"So fucking cute like this. Let me have it, baby. Cum"
Those words were the last thing I heard, before I was thrusted over the edge and consumed by the warm embrace of my climax. I let go, screaming her name over and over like it was the only thing I knew how to.
She gently pulls out, as the new-found emptiness left me wincing.
"Shhh", she comforted,
Laying back down and pulling me onto her bare chest. We laid there for a moment, catching our breaths and using the sound of each other's heart beats to ground ourselves.
It wasn't an uncomfortable silence that took over.
It was the kind where there was so much more being said without words, than if there were. From how her fingers lightly traced my spine to the kisses she would press against my cheeks and the way she held me like I'd slip right out of her hands said more than any superficial post-sex conversation ever could.
"Think you could spend the night?"
"My parents are out of town, so I don't see why not. Why?", I asked,
"Well, it's pretty late and um...I wouldn't want my girlfriend to be home alone", she replied,
Causing my eyes to widen, as I sit up to look at her.
"What did you say?"
"I don't want you to be home alone?", she tried to play off,
"No no no no no, you called me something"
"Oh...you mean my girlfriend?", she admits,
"Well, don't you wanna be?"
"Yes!", I squeal,
Diving down and crashing my lips onto hers, as she laughs at my excitement.
"About time, don't you think? I mean, I've spent years obsessing over you", she smiles,
Tucking my hair behind my ear.
Unbeknownst to Kirby, the feeling was always mutual.
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angellettes · 10 months
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Can you do young Kirby with reader? Can be smut or fluff!
𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐍 ➔ KIRBY REED
— synopsis. Kirby comes over for a movie date
— notes. this is the first thing I've written in a while. anyway this is coming out in the beginning of pride month so it kinda fits!♡ genre/warnings.. +18 nsfw content (minors dni)..f!reader(like all my works), not proofread(no work of mine is), mention of alcohol, cunnilingus, fingering, established relationship, fluffy aftercare♡
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ready for a night of slashers, alcohol,food, and cuddling?" Kirby turns to you as she sets up popcorn, candy, soda, and a bottle of some random alcohol from her parents' liquor cabinet. Tonight you and your girlfriend had decided on having a movie date. As Kirby threw herself on the couch and snuggled in the blanket next you you, putting her arm around your waist as she starts the movie. She turned to you and gave you a deep, desperate kiss, and gave you you favorite plushie and your snacks which you both had bought before getting to her house. 2 hours had passed before you knew it and as the faint sounds of screams from the stab movie in the background the sound of heavy breathing, moans, and you lips clashing together in desperation was all to be heard. Kirby's hands ran up your thighs and slid themselves underneath your shirt. She unclasped your bra in a quick, rushed manner. Once you bra was off she glided her tongue along your breasts with utter gentleness. As she took the nipple in her mouth, her fingers traveled down to the your pussy and gently rubbed your clit. You let out light gasps at the feeling. She finally slips her fingers inside and your breath gets stuck in your throat followed by a strained moan of pleasure. You began to frantically try to remove kirby's clothes but struggled until she finally removed them for you. Your lips clashed together as you slipped two fingers in her. Your fingers are pushing in and out of her wet heat as her wetness drips down your knuckles. She let's out a moan again your lips and pulls away. She looks you in the eyes as you make her orgasm on your fingers. As she comes down from her high she starts to lean down your body and comes face to face with you pussy. She looks up at you and smiles and you let out a whine to egg her on to press her tongue on your clit already. "please Kirbs, I'm begging" you breathe out as you clasp your fingers in hers. She finally presses a wet kiss on your clit and groaned. The vibrations sending an automatic arch in your back as your eyes roll back. She laps her tongue going from your hole and going back over you clit again as she slurps the juices that begin to drip down. You let out gasps and moans of utter pleasure as you begin to tug softly as the root of her soft, blonde hair. Kirby reaches up to flick your nipples with her fingers for a little bit as she continues slurping the juices that drip constantly, and occasionally leaving harsh sucks on your clit. She brings her fingers back down to your pussy and place two fingers in. Her pace so fast that the only sounds in the room heard were the wet "schlick" as her fingers drag in and out. You start to feel a hot pressure building up in your abdomen as your eyes start to tear up and roll back. Moans progressively getting louder as your high builds up. Once you reach you peak she straddles you and leaves and passionate kiss on your lips followed by a laugh and smile as you caress eachother's cheeks. "soo, how was movie night?" Kirby coos out with a laugh. "I enjoyed it very very much kirbs. thank you so much" You say with a laugh and place a peck on her lips. You both continued to snuggle into eachother on the couch, bundled under the soft fluffy blanket, and stayed up late watching the rest of the movies until you fell asleep in eachother's arms.
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please do not plagiarize, translate,or repost my work.
finished- June 1, 2023 3:16 PM
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screamdream3828 · 11 months
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Hey I’m wanting to write some Scream fics so send your requests this way!
I lean towards fem reader and f x f ships but I’m open to any others too
I’m Currently writing for any Scream 5 + 6 characters and also those included in the tags
Can be romantic, smut, angst, hurt/comfort - pretty much anything - no hard limits. If I’m uncomfortable with it, I’ll let you know
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n-slayaaaaa · 9 months
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𝐒𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐌𝐲 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞 | E. Landry
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Part One \ Part Two
Summary: In your third act, your true intentions and heartaches are revealed--but not without consequence and not without a glimmer of guilt.
Pairings: Ethan Landry x reader, Chad Meeks-Martin x ex!reader, Ethan Landry x brat!reader, Ghostface!reader
Warnings: manipulation, cheating, mentions of blood and gore, language, smut
Taglist: @lolgdy @ilovechickenwings @kenziekay @ietss @sanasour @ashlenxx @mystargirl-interlude @leftdreamprunewobbler @gazwrld @omgbreeworld @amorisxx @emmalandry @rainy-darling @shintax-error @raekensluver @bofalikestallmen
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"Shhh!"
Your hand quickly covered Ethan's mouth as a whimper threatened to escape his lips while he thrust into you. Grabbing his jaw tightly, your eyes rolled in the back of your head. Your legs are wrapped around his waist, rough hands cupping your ass as he hoisted you up and pinned against the cold concrete wall.
"You know they're clearing this place, Baby." You whispered in his ear, manicured nails tangling in his mess of curls.
Having sex in a closet is one of the least romantic places but it was something about not being able to touch Ethan the last three days that made you feral. When the first attack happened the night of the Halloween party, you knew you'd be suspected due to your late entrance into the friend group. You expected it and used it to your advantage.
When Mindy sat you all down and ran through everyone's motives or likelihood of living, it was grim for you. You were put on the spot last, your motive being the most concrete due to Chad's cheating past. Mindy was a smart girl, someone you used to be very close with and even with the tension you admired her wits. She was completely right in her assumptions ... too bad she wouldn't be alive to see it play out.
They expected you to defend your innocence, to beg and plead that you weren't the killer haunting them for the second year in a row. You told them that you were aware the optics against you were terrible. You assured them that their feelings were valid, that they were real, and you understood why they would fear you. But, what sealed the deal was staring Mindy down and telling her to believe what she wanted to believe, it would never hurt your feelings that she wanted to protect herself and her family.
You let Quinn handle that kill, a part of you not feeling strong enough to drive a knife into her stomach. Your issues weren't with her, no matter how badly she shattered your feelings years ago.
Everyone was under the impression that you and Ethan were still on the Subway with Mindy, so the last thing you needed was for someone to hear his moans. His last thrust made your breath hitch, his lips sucking on your neck as he released.
"I don't give a fuck who hears me. I had to watch you and Chad be fuck buddies this entire time, it's my turn." Ethan growled. "They're almost dead anyway."
You caught your breath, cleaning yourself up and fluffing your hair. The piercing scream of Kirby Reed reverberating from down the hallway. "Let's have some fun." You smiled, wrapping your robe over yourself.
Detective Bailey gave you Roman Bridger's robe, saying that your story sounded like one big movie and that being linked to him would be fitting.
Snatching your knife from where you lodged it into the wooden table, you tossed it in your hand. A low chuckle came from you as you bit your lip in excitement. You grabbed Ethan's hand, masks on as the two of you ran down the hallways. Sam was in the shrine, leaving Chad and Tara by themselves in the abandoned concession stand.
You and Ethan hid behind the concrete wall, knives ready to go at any given moment.
"I wanted to talk to you about her." You heard Chad say, stunning you in your tracks briefly as you listened. "Having her back in our lives has been amazing and I missed her so much, I did, I just didn't think reconnecting would feel like this."
Tara took a step closer to him. "I get it. Things were weird with Wes and I for a while and now he's gone. You have a second chance now."
"But I .. I don't think I'd want to take it." He admitted quietly, staring at his friend as he took a deep breath. "Not only the fact that we're walking targets and she's in danger being so close to us ... it just doesn't feel the same."
Your gaze fell, dropping to the floor as your wave of embarrassment hit you. You didn't want to look at Ethan, you couldn't, because then he would know the truth.
That he was a placeholder.
Ethan Landry used to be your dream, until you found Chad again and being around him gave you a piece of your old life back.
"Nothing is ever going to feel the same. We're not kids anymore." Tara added, stepping closer to him. "You're scared and I get it. I'm scared too.
"It's guilt eating me alive." He says lowly, his eyes flickering from her eyes to her lips. "I don't think I...."
You watched as he leaned into her body. The thought that maybe he was seeking comfort in her because of the stress of the situation never crossed your mind. You and Chad weren't together, but, seeing him grab her waist brought you back to high school. Seeing texts between Chad and Liv, photos of them together while he was supposed to be yours.
Without warning you emerge from the shadows. Completely abandoning logic or any plan that you and Ethan developed to attack, emotions taking over your spirit. Your knife raised over your head as you stalked the short girl. Digging your knife into her shoulder with a grin on your lips, trying to stifle a giggle that would give you away.
It wasn't jealousy, it was principle.
Tara stabbed you in the back years ago and here you are returning the favor.
You watched as she crumbled to the floor helplessly, eyes lighting up as hers squeezed in pain. With your focus now set on Chad, you swiped for his head to which he ducked. Grabbing your hands, he swung your body and slammed you into a glass theater showing display. Your adrenaline had you on a dangerous high. The impact was nothing to you as you aimed for him again, him dodging the knife and instead landing a punch.
Blood filled your mouth, making you grin under your mask. The fight, the passion, it was all going to be worth it in the end to see his face that you were the killer all along. You laid on the ground after receiving a kick to the boobs, that one doubling you over. Ethan heard your laughter after their footsteps fled the concessions area.
He held a hand out, giving you an assist as he pulled you to your feet. The curly haired boy grabbed your arm, dragging you back to the dark shadows of the hallway. He snatched his mask off, brows furrowed in confusion.
"What the hell was that?!" He whispered.
You huffed. "An opportunity and I took it."
"You're acting on emotion, Y/N." Ethan warned, watching as you paced the small space of the hallway.
You stopped in your tracks, craning your head to look at him. "Isn't this entire plan based on emotion?" You asked, snatching off your mask and gripping it tightly. "Your father was heartbroken because his son got fucked up by the daughter of a serial killer and instead of letting it go, he sought revenge and brought his kids into it. Your reason for bringing me into this is because my emotions you speak of are unstable."
"You..." He cocked his head to the side, face hardening. With a lunge he grabbed your throat, pinning you against the cold wall as his body was against yours. "You still love him."
"Fuck off." You said quickly, rolling your eyes and looking away from him.
Ethan shook his head. "Tell me I'm wrong." He tightened his grip around your neck. "Look me in my eyes and tell me I'm lying."
Your gaze was focused on him. As much as you wanted to part your lips to lie, you couldn't. He was right, part of your heart still beat for Chad no matter what he had done to you. That's why you snapped. That's why you stabbed Tara mere minutes ago.
The curly haired boy let you go, pushing his body off of yours as he began stalking down the hallway without you. You grabbed his wrist and forced him to turn around. "What are you doing?" You asked.
"Getting him out of my way." He snatched his arm from your grip, sliding his mask back on and heading for the shrine.
You had never seen Ethan's demeanor change so quick. The hatred he had for Chad had multiplied upon seeing he was still the object of your affection. You were stunned, listening to him terrorize them in the shrine. Why couldn't you get it together? Why couldn't you keep focused on the plan?
Footsteps approached the concession area once more. Chad, Tara, and Sam flying down a hallway with Ethan quickly on their trail. You watched as they fought, Ethan taking a beating from the trio while the Carpenter sisters held him down. Chad punched him, sending his body crumbling to the floor while Tara followed with a swift kick to his chin.
The Meeks-Martin boy lifted a glass candy dish above his head, ready to throw it on Ethan. Your heart pulled for him, the complexities of your feelings reaching the forefront of your mind. You couldn't let Ethan get hurt anymore. You threw yourself out of hiding and plunged your knife into Chad's side. His screams mixing with Tara's sounding like music to your ears.
Ethan got up from the floor, stealing a glance at you and smiling underneath his mask. You both brought Chad to his knees, taking turns at stabbing him in his stomach and chest. With the little energy he had, he told Tara to run, earning another stab from you to his gut.
You threw his mangled body to the floor. Turning with Ethan as you both swiped your knives clean. With your free hand you grabbed your mask, pulling it off of your face as Ethan slid back into the shadows. He wanted to give you your moment.
"W-What?" Tara stuttered, her heart dropping in her chest as she stopped crying. Lips trembling from the state of shock.
You ignored her, turning to face Chad as he was beginning to slip out of consciousness. You wanted him to see you. Looking down at him you grinned. "I told you I'd be there to see karma bite you in the ass."
"Y/N...." Sam said softly.
You cut your eyes to the Carpenter sisters, smirk dropping from your face and being replaced with disgust. "You had to have seen this coming." You pointed your knife at them, taking small steps closer. "You fucked me over and thought I wouldn't do anything?! You thought I was sweet and docile when the entire time I've been carefully planning your death."
"We trusted you." Tara says, anger threatening to burst through her voice.
"And I trusted you, you stupid little bitch!" You laughed. "It fucking hurts doesn't it when you think someone is on your team?" You questioned, watching her squirm as she took nervous steps backwards. "I took matters into my own hands, you took Chad’s side years ago and now you'll join him in the morgue. You're mine, Tara."
Sam stepped in front of her sister. "You won't fucking touch her." She huffs, chest rising and falling with scared breaths.
"I already did. How's your back, T?" You asked with faux concern. "I'm not too worried about you, Sam. The visions of your dead Dad don't really give you the strength you think it does. Richie was an idiot, that's why he was an easy kill. You wanna kill me? You better work your ass off to get me out of here."
The oldest Carpenter stood with her mouth agape, stunned at your viciousness. "You--"
"Look, I'm tired of talking." You expressed. "I'll give you a ten second head start to get the fuck out of here." You motioned towards the door.
The girls scrambled, running out of the room as Tara began to hyperventilate. She thought you were her friend, that the past was in the past. She felt like an idiot. Completely oblivious to the fact that your feelings were still stuck in high school.
You refused to run, the chase was over.
Your power and dominance was asserted. Their fear was a smell you wished you could bathe in and wear as a perfume. You stalked towards the shrine, hearing Tara scream as the remaining Ghostface killers and Detective Bailey surrounded her and her sister. You stood at the height of the stairs, watching them crumble under the suspense and pressure.
Ethan and Quinn were unmasked and as much as Quinn's betrayal stung, they were still reeling over your reveal. Tara wished she could have taken your pain away. That she would have stood up for you back then and maybe you would have been able to heal and move on.
You were bored of the talking and monologues, zoning out as everyone shared why they wanted anyone who had involvement with the Woodsboro murders dead.
Where you came alive is when you noticed Tara making a run for the upstairs exit, hot on her sisters heels. Bailey and Quinn took the stairwell while you and Ethan stayed on the main floor.
You grabbed Kirby’s gun from the floor and held it in your free hand, shooting at her and scaring her. She jumped in fear, slipping from the ledge as tried to tiptoe over broken theater chairs.
“Tara, Tara, Tara.” You taunted her, gaze peeking through your thick lashes as you watched her squirm. “If you thought Amber did a number on you last year, just wait till I’m through with you.”
Sam held onto her sister nervously. Tara screaming and flailing her legs while Ethan swiped his knife at her feet. The gun was empty so you threw it off to the side, rolling your eyes at the inconvenience.
Before you could make a move, Tara’s body was falling towards you. You dodged her impact, sliding out of the way as you heard the gushing of blood fill your ears. You weren’t hurt, you hadn’t been stabbed.
Your eyes flicked over to Ethan, heart shattering as the knife was twisted in his mouth.
“NO!” You hollered, smacking the ground in anger.
Before she could rip the knife out, you tackled the smaller girl. Throwing her onto the ground as you straddled her body. “You can’t keep taking things from me.” You whispered, pressing your body against hers so she heard you loud and clear. You smacked her cheek, sending her head flying the opposite direction. “I’m perfectly okay with having your blood on my hands.” Raising your knife to plunge it into her chest.
Her shaky hands blocked you. Struggling to put up a fight she held you off for as long as Sam needed to get downstairs. Blocked but your sadness and anger you didn’t hear the older Carpenter emerge. You just recall being thrown off of Tara’s body and an excruciating pain in your head.
When you came to, it was early morning outside. Your body was laid out on a stretcher and all you smelled was blood. Somehow, someway, they were dumb enough to not seal the deal in your death. You saw Mindy join the Core Four, everyone alive and almost happy. It made you sick.
“We’ve got another one!” The EMT shouted, rolling you towards a nearby ambulance.
Their heads snapped in your direction. Looks of horror on everyone’s faces, even Chad’s, as you locked eyes with them. You were the only Ghostface to ever survive and that alone made you feel special.
“Oh my god!” You gasped, looking at the EMT. Tears began pooling down your eyes as you wailed. “I’m so sorry. I hurt them. I-I didn’t mean to.” You stuttered, making your eyes as big and innocent as possible.
The man furrowed his brows in worry. “Miss? Miss, we’re going to get you some help.”
“I didn’t want to be part of this!” You shouted, making sure your former friends could hear you. “He-He made me! He told me that he’d hurt me and I … I believed him. I’m so sorry.”
“He who?” The man asked.
You sniffled. “Ethan Landry, he was a maniac. He threatened me to be part of this. To hurt my friends. He and his family said they would kill me.”
“Okay. Okay, Miss.” The man said, eyes softening at your act. “Let’s focus on getting you some medical attention first.”
You nodded, watching him walk away as he opened the ambulance doors. They were all staring at you, stunned by your outburst but they saw right through you. You sent them a smirk. It was all you needed to do to get your message across:
No matter what they had done, you still won the long game.
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slxsherr · 10 months
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Bizarre Love Triangle
part II of Feeling Like I Never Should
pairing: kirby reed x fem!reader x charlie walker
summary: kirby is so much more than just your best friend.
wc: 1661
warnings: fem!reader, cursing/swearing, mentions of underage drinking, mentions of alcohol, degradation, praise, ffm threesome (?), oral (m! receiving), thigh riding, throuple
a/n: sorry this took so long please enjoy!!!
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Kirby is your best friend, but recently she’s realized she likes you more than a friend should. She’s been avoiding you and Charlie, too afraid to make things weird between the three of you, unknowingly making things weirder. 
“Honey! I’m home!” Kirby calls as she enters your house, drunk off her ass after another lame party. 
But you’re not anywhere to be found. Your house is usually empty, your parents aren’t home much, but usually you’re on the couch watching something. Since she’s met you, your house has been her home away from home.
Tired and drunk, she makes her way to your room. You’re not there either, and she quickly scrolls through her contacts to find your number. She puts you on speaker, clumsily taking off her clothes to crawl into your bed. 
“Hello?” Your tired voice crackles over the line. 
“Where are you?” Kirby asks, her voice whinier than intended. 
“I’m at Charlie’s. Why?” Your voice a whisper now. 
“Because you’re not home and I just left a party,” she answers, patting the empty space beside her where your body usually is. 
“Are you at my house?”
“Yes, I miss you.” 
“I miss you too, I’ll be home tomorrow, okay?”
“Okay.”
“Goodnight.”
“Goodnight, I love you,” she says, turning over to face away from the empty space in your bed. 
“I love you too,” you say, hanging up. 
You don’t get home as early as you thought you would. Charlie kept you longer than you anticipated, and by the time you get home, Kirby is already gone. She doesn’t answer your texts until after you get out of the shower, letting you know you can come over.
Just like Kirby feels comfortable waltzing into your house unannounced, you walk into hers using a spare key she gave you. Her parents are at home about as much as yours are, which isn’t much. Probably why the two of you gravitate towards each other so much.
“Kirby?” You call, making your way towards her room. 
“Yeah?” She answers from her bed. 
“How are you feeling?” You ask, joining her on the bed. 
“Mm, not great,” she says, which you expected since she forgets to drink water and take aspirin after drinking. 
“That’s what you get, party animal,” you tease, wrapping your arms around her when she moves to embrace you. 
“If Charlie didn’t steal you away from me I wouldn’t be hurting so much,” she says, her serious tone revealing the underlying meaning. 
“Don’t blame him,” you say, and she can hear the frown in your voice. 
“Has he even taken you out on a date?” She asks, holding you tighter to her. 
“Yes, he took me to see Paranormal Activity 3,” you answer matter-of-factly. 
“How romantic,” she remarks sarcastically. 
“If you’re just gonna insult my boyfriend–” you begin to say. 
“Your boyfriend?” Kirby interrupts you, surprised by the label. 
“I’m leaving,” you say, moving out of her hold and off the bed. 
“No, don’t leave,” she says, moving after you. 
“No, Kirby. You don’t get to ignore me and Charlie after a night like that, then call me drunk because you showed up to my house and for once I wasn’t there,” you say, leaving her room before she can respond. 
Charlie’s hair is soft, a surprise since you know for a fact the only products he uses are drugstore shampoo and conditioner. His head rests on your stomach, allowing you to play with his hair as the two of you watch some classics. The way he talks about the effects, the slasher backstories, and the behind the scenes stories reminds you of your movie nights with Kirby.
“Babe?” Charlie asks in a soft voice. 
“Hm?” You respond with a hum. 
“Are you tired? Wanna go to bed?” He asks, checking on you. 
“No, just spaced out a bit I guess,” you say, hands still messing with his hair.
“Have you talked to Kirby?” He asks, turning over so that he can face you. “I’ll take that as a yes,” he laughs when you answer with a sour expression on your face. 
“I don’t get how she can be so dense,” you say with a sigh. 
“Love makes you stupid I guess,” he jokes. 
“Does that make me stupid?” You laugh. 
“Extremely,” he says, moving up to kiss you.
Charlie knows there’s something between you and Kirby, even before the intimate night the three of you shared. It confused him, because you treated him just as you treated Kirby, and Kirby treated him just like she treated you. It hurt both of you when she began to distance herself, and the two of you only had each other to turn to. 
Kirby hates that she can’t bring herself to make things right between you. She throws herself into Jill and Olivia’s bullshit, hoping their mundane, heteronormative boy troubles will distract her from you and Charlie. But she still can’t bring herself to skip Stab-A-Thon. Olivia, and Jill and Trevor are going anyway, it’d be weird if she didn’t go too. 
It’s a big turnout, the most popular Cinema Club event of the year, crowds of intoxicated teens waiting for the movies to start. She watches you and Charlie throughout the night, following the two of you up to the hayloft towards the end of the first movie. After some liquid courage, she feels brave enough to confront the two of you. 
She’s not sure why she expected something different, following you both to the somewhat secluded space. But she didn’t expect to see you on your knees with Charlie’s cock down your throat. Her body moves before she realizes, mouth speaking words she hadn’t even thought. 
“You are such a slut,” she says, her hand landing on Charlie’s shoulder as she stops beside the two of you, startling you both. “Oh, don’t stop on my account,” she says when your head stops bobbing. “Keep going, good girl,” she praises, her hand moving to the back of your head to set a rhythm for you. 
“You know, you’re really lucky Charlie,” Kirby says, her grip tightening on his shoulder. “Most guys’ don’t have such easy cocksluts for a girlfriend, barely ever get blowjobs,” she says over his whimpers, moving your head faster.
“She’s not a slut,” he says, voice breathy as Kirby continues to move your mouth on him like a toy. 
“Aw, that’s sweet,” she coos, meeting your teary eyes. “But just look at her,” she says, turning his head down to watch the drool spill out the sides of your mouth and onto your exposed cleavage, his eyes trailing lower to see the hand not holding his thigh under your skirt, touching yourself over your panties. 
“Fuck,” Charlie whines, throwing his head back in pleasure. 
“You gonna cum?” Kirby asks, taunting him. 
“Uh-huh,” he moans, hands grabbing your head as Kirby continues controlling your movements.
“Go ahead, cum down her throat. Make her swallow it all,” she says, holding your head still as his hips move on their own, chasing his release. 
Tears stream down your face as you gag around his cock, the tip bruising the back of your throat, nails scratching his thighs from the force. You do your best to swallow it all, but some spills out the sides of your mouth, following the trail of drool down to your tits. Finally, they let you go, watching your pretty face relax from the facefuck you just received. 
“Pretty girl, come here,” Kirby instructs, patting her thigh as she sits on a bale of hay.
You crawl over to her on your hands and knees, too weak to stand. Charlie sits on the floor next to her, his head laying against the outside of her thigh, watching you straddle her thigh. She tucks the hem of your skirt into the waistband, exposing your damp panties. 
“Poor thing,” she says with faux sympathy, rocking your hips back and forth. “Bet you wish he was fucking your cunt instead.”
“Please!” You cry, holding onto her forearms when she bounces you on her thigh, your clit rubbing against the fabric of your panties and the denim of her jeans euphorically.
“Shh, don’t wanna get caught, do you?” She says, hands gripping your hips tighter to keep you moving at a steady rhythm. “Charlie, play with her tits,” she says, watching you bite your knuckles in an attempt to keep quiet.
“So beautiful,” he praises, pulling your top and bra down to expose your chest. “Fucking perfect,” he says, cupping your breasts, tweaking your nipples, and kneading the flesh. 
Your belly flares with heat, grinding your slick cunt against Kirby’s thigh in desperation. She’s moving your hips forcefully, holding you tighter as you attempt to move on your own as you approach your orgasm. Your hands cup her jawline gently, connecting your lips in a messy kiss as you reach your high, your moans muffled by her mouth. 
“Feel better?” She asks, watching your thighs twitch as you ride out your orgasm. 
“No,” you whine, dropping your head to avoid her gaze. 
“No?” She echoes your answer, surprised. 
“How can she feel better when you’re just gonna ignore us tomorrow?” Charlie asks, massaging your shaking legs. 
“I won’t–” Kirby begins to say. 
“If you just want to fool around, that’s fine,” you interrupt her. “But this will be the last time, because I love you and I can’t keep doing this if you expect there to be no strings attached.” 
“You love me? But you and Charlie–” she tries to say. 
“Think three’s a party,” Charlie interrupts her this time. 
“So, do you wanna be our girlfriend?” You ask, holding Charlie’s hand for reassurance. 
“Gladly,” she answers, wrapping her arms around you when you lunge forward to hug her. 
“Can I?” You ask, tracing the button of her jeans when you separate. 
“Sure,” she says, watching you strip her bottom half and settle between her thighs, Charlie slowly moving behind you.
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hamzilla · 1 year
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pajama party, s.p
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pairings: sidney prescott x fem!reader, jill roberts x platonic!reader, kirby reed x platonic!reader, olivia morris x platonic!reader
!warnings!: smut, age gap(sidney is 32, reader is 18), we’re also pretending that ghost face isn’t happening, mommy kink, cursing, kinda shitty writing, not spell checked, let me know if i missed anything
plot: you recognized the voice as jill, the girl who’s cousin was fingering you while she was on the other side of the door
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when your phone buzzes all of the girls look away from the tv and to you as you pick it up. “it’s from my mom. how’s it going sweetie?.” the four of you then chuckle before you reply. after a few minutes you the four of you decided to change into your pajamas. first jill, then kirby, and olivia. finally you slung your backpack over your shoulder before making your way to the bathroom.
sliding your pajama shorts up your legs you don’t even notice when the door opens until you stand back up. you gasp covering your chest as you stare at the older woman with wide eyes. “sorry, sweetie, didn’t realize you were in here.” sidney says going to shut the door. “it’s alright.” you say in a slight whisper before the door shuts. quickly slipping on your tank top, you grab your bag and leave the bathroom.
you almost scream when you open the door and sidney is standing right outside it. there is no chance to catch your breath as your pushed into the bathroom. “sidney?” you question the older woman? she just shakes her head and presses you against the counter. “you’re so pretty.” her hand comes up to cup your cheek. “t-thank you.” it comes out in a whisper, your not even sure if she heard but, even if she did it didn’t matter. not when she presses her soft lips against yours, or when the hand that wasn’t cupping your face slipped down beneath the hem of your sleep shorts and panties.
“did you get my text earlier?” she questions pulling away from you. “yeah, I did.” you blush at the mention of photo she sent while you were watching a movie. “yeah, what’d you tell the girls?” her hand moves to rub circles on your clit. “that is was fr-from my mom.” you say trying not to let out moan. “good girl.” her lips are suddenly back on yours moving in pace that’s hard to keep up with.
you’ve had a crush on sidney since as long as you could remember, the memories go back to when she babysat the four of you. you were six and jill was five, and she came home from college, she brought a gift back for her little cousin, and one for you too. but this whole thing started a couple months ago at jill’s seventeenth birthday party, you had turned eighteen about a month before then and one thing led to another and you and sidney had slept together.
“fuck.” you breath out as she slips one of her fingers into your dripping hole. “sidney, please.” you moan out, before slapping your hand over your mouth. “what baby? why don’t you tell mommy what you want.” “want you, want you to fuck me, please.” you whisper through your hand. “please what, honey?” “please, mommy.” you whimper and she slips another finger into you. the older woman presses her lips against your, you melt into the kiss whimpering and letting out quiet moans against her lips. “that’s it baby, you’re being so good for mommy.” she whispers against your lips. “mommy, fuck, mommy.” she groans lowly when you clench around her fingers, “what baby? you gonna cum for mommy?” “please. please let me cum, mommy.” you whimper, kissing down her neck.
just when your about to let go a knock on the door interrupts the two of you. “y/n! what’s taking you so long. we went down and got snacks, hurry up.” you recognized the voice as jill, the girl who’s cousin was fingering you while she was on the other side of the door. “sorry, i-i’m coming.” you stutter while sidney continues to fuck you with her fingers. “yeah you are.” sidney whispers in your ear. “hurry up.” jill yells through the door before you hear the tell tale sound of her walking away and to her room. “cum, baby. let it all go for me.” sidney presses her lips back onto yours and you finally release yourself. “good girl.” she says pulling away, and removing her finger from your drenched cunt. “you did so good.” “thank you, mommy.”
the two of you fix yourselves in the mirror before she kisses you for final time before she gives your bag and the two of you walk out the bathroom. “why don’t you come to my room, after the girls fall asleep.” you nod, before going to jill’s room. she smiles as she slips into her room and you go into jill’s.
the second your in the room and the door shuts all the girl’s eyes are on you. “did you take a shit in my bathroom?”
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f4riedimples · 8 months
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Masterlist
all x fem!reader so sorry
naughty or nice Christmas short fics
Sidney Prescott:
and I’m baggin his partner, I’m petty
headcanons
Sidney’s strap
Kirby reed:
Jealousy headcanons
Sam carpenter:
y/n’s trick
my, oh my
the ari chronicles(series)(coming soon)
save your tears
Raindrops
Only1
[ possible second part series]
Side to side
bad idea
met *her* last night
(smut)
Sam’s strap length
Sam being lovely dovey after making R crying during it
Sam making R gag on her strap
slave-4-you
one of the girls
one against all
Katniss Everdeen:
teachers pet
if you want any other characters pls request! I’m open to writing for all(female)characters!
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f1nalgirlz · 7 months
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Poker Face 🂱 | Kirby Reed |Charlie Walker
In which Y/N has been with her boyfriend Charlie for a few months, but can’t shake her feelings for her best friend, Kirby Reed. She constantly fantasizes about her when she’s with Charlie.
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-ˏˋ WARNINGSˊˎ- light swearing, emotional cheating, feminine pronouns, female anatomy, angst
-ˏˋ Contents ˊˎ- Kirby Reed x reader, Charlie Walker x reader, fantasizing during sex, eating out/oral sex (fem receiving)
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Dating Charlie was easy, you rarely argued. He was sweet, considerate, and so happy to have his first serious girlfriend that he did whatever he could to please you. So why was it that you couldn’t seem to get your best friend out of your mind? During dates or nights in with Charlie you’d find your thoughts wandering to Kirby, asking yourself what she might be doing at this very moment. That, you could handle, you figured that much was normal. Not being able to stop your brain from imagining Kirby hovering over you, instead of your own boyfriend is where the problem really began. You knew it was getting to be an internal battle the first night you weren’t able to reach an orgasm until you imagined that it was Kirby’s mouth against your heat.
It was late, around 10:50 and you were laid in Charlie’s bed, legs spread apart, allowing him to skillfully work his mouth on your heat. He’d been at it for maybe 10 minutes, usually you’d have already come undone at 8, but it just wasn’t working tonight. It wasn’t that Charlie was any worse than he usually was, he was actually really good, maybe even better than usual, he’d learned what you liked early on. The reason lied in the guilt that had been slowly eating you alive for weeks. Every time you and Charlie had sex, your thoughts would always circle back to Kirby, imagining her in his place. Of course, you knew it was wrong, but you’d assumed it was just something that would pass, a fleeting moment of curiosity! You were desperately searching for any reason to explain these happenings to yourself, but it didn’t stop, it just progressed further, pushing you to the point you couldn’t even finish without thinking of her. So there you laid, in your boyfriend’s bed, him between your legs truly giving it his all to make you finish. As you sank further down in the bed, you allowed your eyes to drift closed, letting your thoughts shift to your best friend.
She’d walk in, kissing you and laying you down on the bed, helping you strip as she did so. Standing back to admire your frame, she’d strip herself too, it was so sensual when she did it. You’d blush as she got on top of you, trailing kisses all the way down to your throbbing pussy, taking little to no time beginning to lick it. You’d grasp her hair as she licked and sucked in all the right places, peering down at her as she did so. Moaning loudly as you felt a familiar knot tightening in your stomach, when it snapped and your orgasm washed over you, your eyes shot back open.
Holding tightly onto Charlie’s hair you moan, back arching off the bed as he continued to eat you out, assuring you were able to ride out your orgasm. As you slowly released his hair, he finally pulled away from your cunt, looking up at you from between your legs, spit and cum dripping down his chin. When meeting his gaze you felt a familiar pit forming in your stomach and chest, guilt. It only worsened when he wiped his face with the collar of his shirt and leaned up to kiss you, giving you a smile after. “Do you need anything?” He asked you gently, only being met with the shaking of your head. All you could do was pull him into a hug, the both of you laying in bed together, your head on his chest. You did love him and that made this situation all the more troubling for you, eyes almost welling up with tears as your thoughts ran a mile a minute. Charlie said nothing, contently holding onto you, a small smile plastered to his lips oblivious to your near breakdown in his arms. Ignorance is bliss, right?
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Part 2
R: Sooooo… I decided to write something short and a little angsty. I had pretty terrible writers block yesterday for some reason so, this is what I’m ending up with. I hope y’all don’t hate it, I’ll be back to my regularly scheduled porn with a lil plot soon! Also might delete this idk yet😭
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okok but hear me OUT ok gf! reader who’s obviously stalking charlie and is obsessed w him to the point where they *take care* of anyone who gets close to him ykyk
also!!! the charlie x kirby x reader threesome but it’s bc charlie is stalking reader and sees them together and they end up catching him and humiliate him but it’s very sexy yk
charlie x ghostface stalker reader has to b one of my favorite things rn, i cannot lie.
imagine like, seein him gettin teased by kirby. like yeah he enjoys it, but u should b the only one to b like that with him!! as much as i lov kirby umm! killin her so that charlies all urs. charlie would b so sad about it. he really did care about kirby, who would do such a thing? n then omg ur comfortin him, agreeing with everything he says as if u weren't the one to kill her. hrmrnrn i lov this conceppptt.
the threesome part.. hhmtmtm that just might end up bein what i write for the fic (that i SWEAR i'll post i've been unmotivated but i promise it'll b out)
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warning : tiny comfort, darker themes , little yandere behaviour , obsession , obsessed love , mutual love , little swearing , tiny mention of blood , nervousness , angst , love , kissing , touching eachother , nothing graphical in smut and blood , little drinking , blackmailing basically , open ending , make out, minors don't interact
Charlie Walker/Ghostface x fem reader
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The evening was dark and relatively cool when the small pling from her mobile phone made the eighteen-year-old look up. Glancing up from her homework and books, she picked up her phone and typed on the small screen.
It was a message from one of her friends. Party at the barn.Stabathon-free alcohol come over she read the message and sighed slightly. Not that she wouldn't want to come. But the exam period was coming up and a party compared to the anger of her parents would be something she wanted to avoid.
On the other hand, a little fun and a little alcohol would be a deliberate distraction. And the old, big barn was not too far away. A short drive. A little fun never hurt she thought and decided to finish the sentence before changing.
The thought did cross her mind because of the murders that had been committed in the last few days. Actually, her parents had hung up an exit spear after eight o'clock in the evening. But she thought this was a bit exaggerated.
Uncertainty lay in her gaze as she looked at herself in the mirror. There are still other people here, said this little voice calling for a party. Suddenly the doubts were gone and the fun was there. She looked at herself again in the mirror a loose outfit not uncomfortable but not a looker either.
Simple and appropriate for a horror party. With another pling on her mobile phone she picked it up. Charlie is here too ;) she read the little extra message and a smile flitted across her lips. Charlie Walker, the acknowledged nerd of the group, film club leader and her crush.
Ever since she had seen him at Woodsboroo high school she couldn't get away from him. His friendly, cheerful manner when he talked about movies. How much he knew about movies, his whole being attracted her. Only the glow in his blue eyes when Kirby even spoke to him was something she noticed.
Kirby Reed she knew, no everyone knew that Charlie had a thing for the blonde. He seemed to be attached to her like a dog. She's just using him she thought after hearing this herself as the girls walked by. She knew the girls only briefly, most of all she had to do with Jill.
They had been assigned to several school projects together and even then they got along quite well. But now that she was already going to a party where Charlie was and not Kirby, she could take advantage of the situation. Maybe he'll notice me she hoped and opened her wardrobe again.
She had tried on everything from her normal everyday clothes to her pyjamas and communion dress. All except two things. ,,This is a bit extreme," she muttered and took the short leather skirt and the loose blood-red blouse out of the wardrobe. Holding the two items up, she pondered for a moment. ,,So what?" she decided and put on the clothes she had once bought for Halloween as a joke.
At that time she wanted to go as a hooker with all her friends just for fun. Teenage fantasy she thought and smiled as she turned in front of the mirror. The clothes just looked a lot better than they did a few years ago. It accentuated her curves, her legs were visible all the way up her thighs.
The red blouse made her décolletage clear. He's going to notice me she thought resolutely and grabbed her leather jacket before grabbing her mobile phone and car keys. Walking out of her room, she listened in on the house. She heard the sound of the television downstairs in the living room. A good sign.
Creeping slowly down the stairs, she peeked around the corner into the living room. Both asleep she thought happily as she heard her father snoring lightly and her mother snuggled up to him. Creeping along, she took the black high heels before taking her car key from the small key bowl and opening the door.
Pulling it quietly behind her, she hurried to her car and got in. ,,Done" she muttered in relief and started the engine before driving off towards Stabathon. The drive didn't take long - she was on the road for about ten minutes before she heard the relatively loud noises.
Parking the car, stuffing the key in her jacket pocket to her handy she headed for the barn. This looks good she thought and grinned when she saw all the decorations and slightly dressed up people. Even though her outfit definitely stood out from the others.
She didn't have a knife stuck in her chest, or a ghostface mask, or even the jacket of her football team. She was dressed relatively inconspicuously for the party. She tried to find her boyfriend but gave up after a few minutes.
Too many people with too many of the same costumes and too much alcohol. Looking around she finally found the bar with the drinks.
Heading for it, she found the alcohol in a large glass bowl before grabbing one of the red plastic cups. ,,Y/n the best animatress of our film club in her gorgeous outfit" she suddenly heard a voice next to her and jerked around. ,,You scared me Robbie," she said, shaking her head slightly.
Robbie was the second boss of the film club and Charlie's best friend. She knew he was recording her and it was being streamed live. ,,Don't do that," she said, taking the first sip of alcohol as he looked her up and down with his camera for the third time.
Defensively, he raised his hands and chuckled. ,,What? It's not often you come out like that, a real beauty," he said, but quickly fell silent as he heard the warning look from his classmate. ,,Thanks Robbie, you really are a gentleman" she said rolling her eyes and swearing inwardly. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to come here after all.
She took another sip of the drink and was about to leave when Robbie walked around her and cut her off. ,,Sorry, I didn't mean that, come on, let me get you a VIP seat," he said with a smile and pointed to the stage. Nodding, she followed him and quickly arrived at a ladder leading to the upper area. ,,Are you serious straw?" she asked and took one of the stalks between her hands.
Before she threw it at him, which Robbie returned with a roll of his eyes. ,,No, go up and sit or stand on the railing so you can see everything," he said, seeming slightly excited as he looked at his watch. ,,Thanks" she murmured as he left to start the welcoming speech before she made her way upstairs. He's right, she thought, leaning against the wooden railing where she could see everything. A small smile flitted across her lips as she listened to their speech, paying more attention to Charlie than anything else.
Regardless, she took another sip of the alcohol and looked at the first staff for a while. Before she suddenly heard a creaking behind her. The creaking of wood, someone coming towards her. She put the cup down on the railing and spun around. She was already prepared for a prank in the worst case scenario.
To her surprise Charlie showed up. ,,Hi Charlie," she said, slightly surprised, and smiled at him. He was leaning against one of the stacked bales of straw. The white button-up shirt clung loosely to his torso. The grey shirt underneath which was slightly visible through the slightly open collar.
The long brown hair that always looked so soft to her. Almost fluffy. The small smile on his lips and the piercing look of his blue eyes. He was perfect. ,,Hey, I didn't think you were coming," he said, walking up to her before standing next to her.
She felt how nervous she was, how fast her heart suddenly beat, her fingers tangled in her skirt and she stared at him. ,,Yeah, me neither...well a friend texted me to come" she admitted and quickly looked away as he looked from the film to her.
In the corner of her eye, she saw his eyes pass over her form. He's looking at me, she thought excitedly and grinned slightly. ,,You think this stabbing is so funny?" he asked with an amused tone in his voice when he saw her smile. Protectively she put her hands up slightly, ,,No...I um just had to think of a joke" she said hastily and would have preferred to sink into the ground. He nodded slightly in disbelief and turned back to the film.
She continued to watch him and felt almost stupid after five minutes of endless waiting. Do something she urged herself, because one thing she couldn't do was flirt. Or even make a real move. She had once asked him if she should stay for the break to help with the club, or have a coffee. She had even asked him for homework, but at the last moment she withdrew her book with the note for a meeting.
The idea came from Jill and not even from her. ,,Hey, I've got to get back to Robbie's for the next film, see you later," he said suddenly, pushing himself slightly off the railing. ,,Um, yeah, have fun," she mumbled and would have liked to push herself down.
He had just disappeared behind the bales of straw and she was already thinking about finishing the alcohol before she plunged down when he suddenly reappeared. ,,Hey, if you're up for a little party at Kirby's house, why don't you come?" he said hurriedly and she called after him with a ,,I will, thank you!". It's at Kirby's...but he invited me she thought happily and decided to go in search of her friends again. Not knowing that the evening would be all the more exciting.
Not only had Gale turned up, but the real Ghostface and the sheriff were all here. But when the first shot was fired by Dewie, she had run outside with the crowd for fear of being arrested.
As well as becoming another victim of Ghostface. ,,What a night," she muttered as she started the engine and drove down the road to Kirby. Parking the car and getting out, she saw the lights on in the house.They must have left earlier she thought, her high heels clicking lightly on the street before she went inside.
The door was open. But after only a few steps inside she heard voices and a slight relief spread. ,,You knew the door was open, didn't you?" she asked as she walked in and looked into the faces of Robbie, Kirby, Jill and Charlie. Only the latter gave her a small smile. Almost as if he was relieved that she was here.
But she could have imagined that. ,,Y/n, what are you doing here?" Jill asked in surprise and stood up before pulling the other into a light hug. ,,Charlie invited me," she answered briefly and Robbie handed her a bottle of high-proof alcohol. ,,Drink to the survival of my masterpiece," the camera man ordered and she took a light sip. ,,Whatever I invited you...we're watching Stab Seven now," Charlie announced and took care of the film.
Jill sat back on the couch next to Kirby who hadn't said a word to the new girl. Robbie moved a few feet away to the kitchen and continued to complain, mumbling. And Y/n sat down on the left, on the other side of Charlie.
Not that she didn't want to be with him, but Kirby seemed to be looking at her with a look she knew too well. Get out of here, the blonde seemed to say. As best she could, she tried to ignore the look and took a few more sips of the alcohol.
A few minutes had passed and Stab was in full swing when she slowly felt the warmth in her body. She was not drunk if at all slightly tipsy but the warmth told her she had had enough for now.
Putting the bottle on the table, she took off her leather jacket and her red blouse stood out as an eye-catcher. ,,Someone has made herself pretty," she suddenly heard Kirby say. The blonde looked at her carefully and smiled charmingly. But there was annoyance in her eyes. ,,So what?" she asked back and raised an eyebrow before standing up.
Grabbing the bottle, she took another step towards Kirby. ,,Nothing...nothing the question is for whom?" she probed further and Y/n became more uncomfortable by the second. She didn't like the way the evening was going. ,,For no one but me," she countered and walked past the blonde to hand Robbie the bottle and grab a glass of water.
Walking back she just saw a shadow coming from the right before she bumped into someone coming in with firm steps. ,,Ouch...Trevor?" she said as she stumbled back slightly from the force of the older and taller man. Surprise showed on everyone's faces as the one they didn't think was coming appeared. ,,Great" she muttered and looked at the stain of water on her blouse.
Right in the area of her bust and the black lace of her bra pressed against it. ,,The bathroom is upstairs," Robbie said, averting his gaze from her and his camera. ,,Peeping Tom" Y/n muttered, slightly annoyed, and went up the stairs. A few moments later she heard Jill leaving with Trevor, looking for her mobile phone, and Robbie going out onto the terrace. Only Kirby and Charlie stayed behind.
Finding herself in a house and hallway with endless doors, she was baffled. ,,Just great" she mumbled before sighing and opening one door after the other which seemed to take forever. How rich is she? she asked herself when she found the third guest room and the second walk-in wardrobe. Before she finally found the bathroom with another door. Turning on the light she grabbed one of the towels and tried to dry it somehow.
She wanted to avoid walking around in a visible bra all evening. Taking the towel off her clothes, the stain had only receded slightly. Sighing, she looked at herself in the mirror. Her bra was still slightly visible on closer inspection, but otherwise it was fine.
Leaning on the sink, she ran her hand through her hair. Did he even look at me? she asked herself and decided to go back downstairs. The evening was not over yet, even though she could hardly hear any sounds coming from downstairs. Walking down the corridor she suddenly heard a creaking sound like a door.
Looking around, she saw that a door to the guest room was slightly open. Did Jill go in there? she asked herself and decided to check. She hoped it was Jill or just a pet and not a stupid prank by Kirby.
That was the last thing she wanted. She opened the door a little wider and slipped inside before taking a few steps inside and standing in the middle of the room. ,,Hello?" she asked into the darkness but got no answer.
Suddenly the light from the bedside lamp came on and gave the room a slight orange tint. Not bright enough to dazzle but not too dark to see anything. Only the shadows of the furniture and things seemed more threatening.
She had flinched and scurried around as the door closed and suddenly Charlie was leaning against the door, causing it to close. ,,Charlie...you scared me," she said, grabbing her upper body before a small unsmiling smile came to her lips. ,,Is everything all right? It's pretty quiet down there?" she asked and took a step towards him. For the first time, however, it seemed that something had changed in him. His gaze remained on her, not avoiding her, and there was no Kirby in his blue eyes.
He seemed to be looking only at her. An engaging feeling, she found. ,,Everything is fine, Jill is outside with Trevor. Robbie is on the terrace recording and Kirby...she's asleep on the couch" he said after a short silence and walked away from the door with a click. Did he lock it? the question entered her head, but she could have imagined the click. ,,That's good...and you?" she asked and continued to look at him. Her heart seemed to have never beaten so fast as she realised how close they were.
Alone together in a room. No party, no friends, no Kirby, just her and Charlie. ,,Oh, I just wanted to check on you, I was worried, you know? You can't be too careful about the killer, can you?" he asked and slowly approached her. The question took her slightly by surprise.
Ghostface. She had been aware of him. But she as a victim. Why? Because she drew for the film club, read books and had a crush? No, she wouldn't be a victim. ,,That's true, but if he's really copying the original murders, then well, I'm not a suitable victim, I don't have a role in all this," she said, gesturing around her as if the others were here.
An amused chuckle crossed his lips as his blue eyes continued to look at her. ,,Are you sure? I mean the killer could also think of something new...something unexpected" he said and took another step towards her.
He was standing in front of her now, looking at her and not seeming to want to let her go. Her heart seemed to jump out of her chest as she looked into his eyes. ,,And what?" she dared to ask as she felt him twirl a strand of her hair between his fingers. Her heart beat even faster.
His look was amused, almost pleased with himself. As if he had accomplished something. Something important. ,,A move," she heard him say before he came closer and closer before kissing her. She felt his other hand on her hip, pulling her slightly closer. She sighed and her hands went to his torso.
He was gentle and careful she was uncertain and reluctant. It was apparently the first kiss for both of them. But it was incredible. Her heart was full of love. She had closed her eyes but noticed the small smile on his lips when he broke away. Through the light he seemed to tower over her even more.
As if his shadow enveloped and covered her. Enchanting her and keeping her close. It was a pleasant feeling, there was only the two of them. She saw the small blush on his cheeks as he carefully let a hand wander over her breast. ,,Oh man," he murmured as he squeezed gently and she couldn't help but smile.
He was completely fascinated by the new feeling and she felt herself falling for him more and more. Dare said her inner voice and she reached for his other hand and brought it to her lips before giving it a soft kiss and placing it on her other breast. ,,That's wow - I mean, am-am I hurting you?" he asked suddenly, almost startled as he seemed to sense her brief shudder.
It was true that she was as good as inexperienced in the area of intimacy. At least as far as contact with twits was concerned, but now there was no better chance. She leaned forward and gave him another gentle kiss.
Before she told him, ,,No...please go on, it feels good," even though she also felt the warmth on her cheeks. They both seemed to have to overcome their insecurity little by little. With caution and uncertainty. She felt him deepen the kiss and his hands continued to run over her body. Exploring every inch and yet with a caution. With a caution almost out of fear of hurting her or out of rejection.
She noticed how he detached himself from her and his gaze went to the guest bed. Suddenly she realised what he meant but the uncertainty she had felt was almost gone. Instead, she felt comfortable, comfortable with the thought of what it could lead to.
Nodding slightly, she took his hand and he led her to the bed. Standing in front of it, he engaged her in another kiss just as he was about to say something. ,,I-" she started before suddenly a clang and a scream could be heard from below. ,,What was that?" she immediately asked in alarm and looked at Charlie who was looking at the door.
Walking past Charlie, she wanted to look outside. ,,If it's Jill, then-" she couldn't get any further when a hand suddenly came down on hers and he gently but firmly pulled her back. ,,It's only Kirby, she must have dropped a bottle," she heard him say, but his voice seemed to have almost changed.
The tone of lightness was gone. It seemed almost commanding, controlling. He's going to keep me here, she thought, feeling her heart beat fast.
But whether out of love or slight fear, she couldn't tell. ,,Are you sure? I mean, there's a murderer on the loose here," she admitted to her concerns and she flinched in surprise when she felt his lips on her neck. He laughed lightly. ,,It's a good thing we're together," he whispered and he seemed different.
As if his nice, friendly, almost sometimes retiring manner was to some extent an act. She felt him continue to spread kisses greedily and needily on her neck. His hands ran lightly over her breasts and he traced the lace of her bra. Goosebumps spread over her body.
A pleasant feeling. As if he was hiding behind something, knowing that he knew something. That he knew something she didn't. ,,Yeah...but here," she stated a little uncertainly and gently pushed him away from her. She knew that maybe it was a one-time moment and yet something inside her told her that something was wrong.
But what? She looked at him again. His eyes seemed darker, still blue, but the good seemed to be gone. His gaze held hers as if he was proud. But proud of what? ,,Are you sure everything is alright with Kirby?" she asked, trying to read his reaction. To her surprise, he almost sighed in annoyance. As if the talking was annoying him and he wasn't nervous at all.
As if he saw it as annoying. ,,The bitch is fine!," he said suddenly, upset but full of resentment. What happened? she asked herself again as she realised that something was definitely wrong. But he immediately realised his mistake as the girl took a step back. Away from him, back away from him. Out of fear. ,,Charlie...what have you done?" she dared to ask and her hands clawed at her skirt in fear of the truth.
Defensively he raised his hands and came towards her trying to explain himself but stopped when she pointed at his shirt. ,,Is-Is...that blood?" she asked, slightly afraid when she finally noticed the small dark spot on his white shirt. Astonishment was in his eyes as he wiped his fingers over the stain.
She saw him lick the substance from his fingers and an uncomfortable shiver came over her. ,,You-you are", ,,Ghostface" he finished her sentence before a knife bored into the wall next to her head, blocking her way. A short cry escaped her lips. Fear had a grip on her, devastating fear. Fear of dying, fear of being hurt. Fear of him in a mix of attraction.
It was scary. ,,Please Charlie," she tried, but whimpered as she felt his fingers brushing against the strands of her hair again. ,,Do you know how long I have waited for this moment?" he asked and seemed to be waiting for her answer.
But he didn't get it and only an anxious shake of the head. ,,No? Well, let's say long enough to know that you're just like me," he said with a happiness that couldn't have been more inappropriate. Not when the cold steel of the knife next to her head could still mean her death. ,,I didn't kill anyone," she dared to say, wincing as he laughed and his eyes darted briefly to the knife.
As if he were weighing when he would kill her. ,,Oh no, I don't mean that... no, I mean our kind, our feelings, you know? I mean we were both just too shy to talk to each other all the time" he explained what he meant and slowly she understood. Slowly she understood him.
Slowly she realised that her crush was a crazy serial killer who had wanted her as an honourary victim all along. She had been the victim for months. ,,And now you're going to kill me?" she asked, looking back from the knife into his eyes. Again he smirked and seemed to enjoy it.
Enjoying having the confidence, enjoying having something and not just being a plaything. He let go of her hairline and his hand moved carefully, almost shyly, over the warm skin of her neck.
Before he lingered there and slowly and gently put his hand around her neck. ,,No, no I would never kill you. Not like Kirby, that fucking bitch...I just didn't want to believe it until now. And now we finally have each other" he began to whisper softly, audible only to them both.
But clearly understandable. Has he had this side all this time? she asked herself, seeming to see this side of pent-up anger, hatred, disappointment and all the emotions only rarely if ever for the first time. And it fascinated her to a small extent inside.
Fascinated and frightened her. ,,I-I...was always afraid that you would never look at me," she suddenly admitted. For fear that they would be her last words. For fear of never having confessed to him. ,,I have always seen you, my precious girl" he murmured and gave her a soft chaste kiss on her lips.
As if he was going back to his old self for a moment. ,,What did you want to say to me earlier?" the question seemed to come back to his mind. But there was a certain impulse in his eyes. As if he was afraid of getting the wrong answer. As if he was afraid that she had even played with him. Suddenly the grip around her neck became slightly stronger.
Not strong enough to cut off her air but enough to give her a warning before he picked up the knife again. ,,I-I wanted to say that I...love you," she admitted. They just looked at each other for a moment. For a moment in which he seemed to be weighing whether he could trust her.
A moment in which she decided whether she could trust him. A moment was enough before he pulled the knife out of the wall and kissed her. The metal clanked to the floor, but it was nothing. It didn't matter that he was Ghostface, it didn't matter that she was actually afraid.
It was the realisation that they loved each other that penetrated them both and made them forget their situation for a moment. ,,I love you too" she heard him say and it was the first time in the night that she felt hope next to fear. Hope that when all this was over she had a chance at love with Charlie. A chance that everything would turn out well.
Because she knew if she didn't make it out of here he would keep her for himself. Because underneath his friendly, cute, nerdy exterior, he was a hurt, scared, insecure serial killer who found redemption in her. And they both seemed to know that she could give him love.
The love to forgive him for what he had done. She was his and whether she wanted to or not he would not let her go. His sweet, dear, beautiful light of hope. No she would never leave him. He would make sure of that.
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