𝙱𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚢 !

𝗗𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗱𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗿 | 𝗗𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗗𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗜 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗶𝗰𝗸𝘆 𝗳𝗮𝗻𝗳𝗶𝗰𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝘆 𝗳𝗮𝘃𝗲𝘀 <𝟯

[llantodearcangel]

⋆˚🔪ྀིྀི🩸⋆༺ he is a sucker with a gun, gun, gun, gun !!!!

pairing: richard haywood x fem!reader

WARNINGS ⊹ ࣪ ˖୨ৎ‧₊˚ ⋅ dead dove: do not eat. violence. stalking. dark fic. blood. mention of murder. ghostface richard and justin. richard is 19!! toxic af.

a/n: my writing's shit but at least it's not ai💓

˚₊‧⁺⋆ ♱ the news about ghostface had spread all around the usa like a forest fire. no matter where you looked or who you talked to, all they could talk about was the tragedy that took place in woodsboro, california. every news outlet covered the story day and night, updating with the smallest details about the case and everyone involved.

˚₊‧⁺⋆ ♱ richard and justin were some of those guys who were absolutely obsessed by the case. any time you happened to walk by the two of them in the halls, they were always whispering about whatever had been revealed now.

˚₊‧⁺⋆ ♱ richard was used to getting your attention just as easily as he did with everyone else. come on, he was richard haywood. lf he asked for your homework, you were supposed to offer to let him copy it the rest of the semester. and at first, you were the same. it's not like you were head over heels for him like everyone else, but you also didn't want to be annoyed by his pretty face and arrogant attitude daily, so whenever he asked for your homework you just handed it to him. less of a problem for you.

˚₊‧⁺⋆ ♱ until it developed into... something. the thing between you and richard couldn't be called a relationship. you hooked up with him twice, both times in parties, before he started hanging out with justin and stopped seeking you out, and you, being as petty as you were, responded by completely ignoring him in the halls and in the class you shared. you weren't about to beg for his attention.

˚₊‧⁺⋆ ♱ it bothered him. not because he missed you, but because it left him feeling bitter. he was used to girls fawning over him when he disappeared. for godsake, there was a european girl still calling him after his one month trip to italy. how could you just start ignoring him after he gifted you two nights together? it got on his nerves. you got on his nerves.

"hey." richard's voice came before you could even turn to look at him, the jack-ass smile practically obvious in that simple sentence.

you reluctantly closed your locker door and turned to look at your right, where richard was already less than a feet away from you. "what?" you asked, your hand resting on your backpack strap.

"what's the hurry?" he asked once he was right in front of you, the charm in his voice practically dripping. "can't we talk for five minutes? you couldn’t get enough of me two months ago." he added, his hand already coming to the back of your neck. he saw you roll your eyes, and his smile turned sharper and more cocky. "yeah. you made that exact same face."

"fuck off, richard." you said immediately, your face turning into an annoyed frown. "i stopped being interested two months ago."

oh. those words hit him square in a part of his stomach where his arrogance lived, especially with the way that you moved his hand away from his neck like he was an annoying bug.

"no one's uninterested-" he started saying, but you didn't linger enough to hear what he had to say. you just turned around and started walking away. from him.

˚₊‧⁺⋆ ♱ the idea had hit him after listening to you talking with your friend in the middle of your english class. you were complaining in whispers about how the news kept talking about the "ghostface shit" and how "no one wanted to hear about two insane fucks who did it."

˚₊‧⁺⋆ ♱ he had practically ran to justin at the ring for lunch, pushing whoever got in his way to the side without lingering to hear their complaints.

"you and me. ghostface." he said as soon as he was standing in front of justin, not even caring that the other man was deeply focused in his book.

justin lifted his gaze, frowning as he processed his words. "what are you talking about?" he asked.

"she hates it. we use it to scare her a little, then I come and save her and win her back." richard said as if it was obvious, shrugging one shoulder.

˚₊‧⁺⋆ ♱ the first call had come at 2.02 a.m. on a friday night while you were in the middle of a malcom in the middle marathon. you picked up the phone after the first ring and placed it against your ear, only to hear a breathy: "do you like scary movies?" you didn't even entertain whoever was on the other side of that phone call because five seconds later, you hung up the phone and disconnected it. not tonight.

˚₊‧⁺⋆ ♱ the calls kept coming and coming. you never indulged, no matter how creepy they became.

˚₊‧⁺⋆ ♱ richard was properly pissed off at that. he was doing all of this for you and you wouldn't listen to him? or at least, that was until you sat on your couch after school, tv turned on in some news channel only to listen to the reporter start talking about how the ghostface fever had arrived to your san benito. the victim was a girl from your english class, the same girl you had been talking to that day.

˚₊‧⁺⋆ ♱ richard looked the same as he stepped into the classroom the next day, shooting you one of his annoying looks as he slid onto his usual seat. "where's your friend?" he said, nodding towards the empty chair next to you. you had to turn your head to the other side to hide your tears.

˚₊‧⁺⋆ ♱ it hadn't stopped with her. the police and the news kept reporting two more victims, each of them related to you somehow. the guy who had tutored you, even the girl who you always walked through the doors with.

˚₊‧⁺⋆ ♱ richard had started finding his opportunities to get closer to you. during school assemblies, he'd sit on your side, his hand finding a way to rest on your shoulder or even take your hand in his. you couldn’t even fight him anymore, you just let him worm his way back in your life. he'd comfort you while you cried during memorials, fight with teachers to let you turn in homework after the deadline, do everything at his power to keep you calm.

˚₊‧⁺⋆ ♱ you had started depending on him, as much as you hated it. when you saw the teachers place a small altar for everyone the school had lost, you'd immediately start looking for him to crumble in his arms.

˚₊‧⁺⋆ ♱ richard loved it. that's why he and justin had gotten more cocky. they had three victims so far, but richard wanted to make sure that he had you wrapped around your finger completely.

˚₊‧⁺⋆ ♱ the next one was your best friend. you and her had been friends since diapers. she was the only other person who had been close to you during this time, comforting you just as much as richard had.

˚₊‧⁺⋆ ♱ it was almost 8 pm. when the call had first come. richard was on the other side of the phone, keeping her distracted while justin sneaked into the house. the girl was easy to play with, giggling stupidly at the breathy voice who asked what movies she liked.

justin was in through the backdoor as she stood by the phone near the stairs, her back turned to all of the kitchen of her house. justin moved slowly, making sure that no sound came from his steps as he approached her.

the knife that slit her throat wasn't gentle. it made a sharp line, causing her hands to drop her phone to hurriedly bring them to her neck as if that would stop the river of blood escaping from her flesh to drop on the floor.

she dropped to her knees, coughing sharply and pitifully as richard made his way inside of the house. he never liked the killing part, but he knew that with a few words and what not he could convince justing to do it himself.

"well. she went down without a fight," richard said once he was standing next to justin, watching the way that the blood started painting her fingers and pooling around her body, painting her soft blue sweater to a dark color instead.

˚₊‧⁺⋆ ♱ it was in the middle of moving her body that the front door started opening, your cheerful, clueless voice filling the space. "I know you said that I have to stop coming inside your place like this, but i-"

your words died down when you stepped into the house, only to find the scene of justin and richard in black robes, masks thrown to the floor as they stood next to a pool of dark blood, your friends legs being held by richard's arms like she was just a doll.

you mouth opened as your legs started to move back, but your yell was muffled and your run was stopped by a hand pressed against your mouth that pushed you against the wall, your eyes forced to meet the sight of richard's face.

"no, no. shhh, no yelling." he said in a voice that felt like a forced combination of comforting and harsh, his fingers digging harder into your cheeks to keep your jaw still. "I did this for you." richard whispered next, his face moving closer to yours.

"you don't need anyone else." he continued, his voice turning sickeningly gentle now as his free, blood-stained hand came to brush through your hair. "just me. but you, you were too stubborn to see it. I tried to get close to you, but you kept thinking that you didn't need me. that you were uninterested. you wouldn't listen to what I had to say." he kept talking, feeling your tears drop onto the hand that was pressing against your face.

"no, don't cry. there's no reason to cry. I won't do anything to you now that you're interested again. I have you, right?" his blue eyes scanned your face, his fingers tightening when he didn't get no response. "I said, I have you, right?" he repeated, his voice sharper now.

you nodded furiously under his hand and he smiled, the hand on your hair turning gentle. "good. good, now you'll know what to focus on."

[buddie-romance]

thank you ao3 for being an archive and not an algorithm. thank you for letting me like things without consequences, thank you for being free with no ads, thank you for having lawyers to defend our freedom of speech. thank you tag wranglers. thank you to all authors and thank you ao3

[enfermizada]

Skipping the storyline and going straight into the fucking part..

[angelicdolliecest]

Ryland Grace x Reader x Colt Seavers Ryland Grace was beyond exhausted. The fluorescent lights of their shared apartment hummed with a clinical, maddening persistence that mirrored the throbbing ache behind his temples. His desk was a wasteland of half empty coffee mugs, and a stack of graded papers that seemed to be endless. He hadn't looked up from his work in hours maybe days, it felt like and your constant, nagging presence in his peripheral vision had begun to feel like a physical weight. You had been loud lately. Not literally, but your presence was demanding: a series of deliberate interruptions, pouting lips, and petty complaints designed to drag his attention away from the precious physics that actually mattered to him.

"Ryland? Are you even listening?" Your voice pierced through his concentration. You stood in the doorway of your shared room, arms crossed over your short frame, your lower lip pouting in that infuriating way that made his jaw clench. You wanted some attention, reassurance, a touch but all he felt was a deep, simmering irritation. He didn't even bother to look up from his laptop, his fingers continuing their rapid fire clicking.

"Not now. I'm busy, and frankly, your inability to respect boundaries is becoming pathetic." His tone was cold, and utterly condescending, making you even more upset at him.

You huffed, stepping into the living room with an exaggerated stomp, your chest rising and falling with agitated breaths.

"You're always busy.. It's like I don't even exist in this house anymore!" You slammed a hand down on the coffee table, sending a stack of papers fluttering to the floor. It was a calculated move, a desperate bid to force him to acknowledge you, even if it was through anger. But Ryland simply sighed, a sound of pure exasperation.

He finally lifted his gaze, his eyes tired and his glasses barely clinging properly to his face. "If you can't behave like an adult, maybe I should call someone who knows how to handle a brat like you."

A flicker of genuine fear crossed your features at the threat, but your pride wouldn't let you back down. You had been pushing him for weeks, testing the limits of his patience, convinced that he was too tired to actually follow through. "Oh please," you huffed, though your voice cracked slightly. "Who would you even call? You think anyone actually wants to deal with my 'tantrums'?" You thought you had won, that you had called his bluff because you had never seen Ryland truly angry. You had only ever seen him annoyed.

You were wrong.

Ryland didn't hesitate. He picked up his phone and called his brother, Colt, laying out exactly how you had been behaving. He asked Colt to come over and put you in your place on his behalf so he could finish his deadline in blessed silence. Colt obliged immediately; anything to help his little brother out.

Hours had passed. Ryland was finally able to work in peace, though the silence of his work was frequently broken by the wet, rhythmic sounds of skin slapping against skin echoing from the bedroom . Your high pitched, desperate moans and Colt's guttural groans filled the apartment as he roughly overstimulated the attitude right out of your body.

You were sobbing against the soft blanket of you and Ryland's shared bed, face down and ass high in the air, while Colt roughly pounded you from behind. His massive frame trapped you beneath him, making escape impossible as he delivered brutal, unrelenting thrusts that shook your entire body. Tears blurred your vision as you struggled to catch your breath between the waves of overstimulating pleasure; Colt was ripping orgasm after orgasm straight out of your body, leaving you sobbing and shaking as your hips bucked helplessly against his rough thrusts.

You never wanted to get on Ryland's nerves again.

[angelicdolliecest]

Professor Ryland Grace x Student Reader (Dead Dove: Do Not Eat)

TW: Heavy CNC themes, Age Gap, Student Teacher Relationship, Forced Creampie, Size Difference ♡ Professor Ryland Grace was a man defined by control. In his late thirties, he carried himself with a calculated authority that commanded respect in every lecture hall. He had always lived by a strict moral code, especially regarding the boundaries between educator and student. He never intended to cross them certainly not with someone as young and innocent as you. But you were his dearest student, and lately, you had become his most dangerous obsession.

♡ No one knew about the perverse thoughts he kept locked behind a steel door in his mind. And no one knew that those thoughts were almost entirely consumed by one person: you.

♡ You were his top student a sweet, angelic presence who sat in the front row, listening to his lectures with attentive, doe eyed innocence. You were the perfect student, always obedient, always eager to please. But to Grace, your obedience was a provocation. The way you looked in those cute, innocent dresses made it impossible for him to maintain his professional facade. His mind would spiral into filthy fantasies: imagining how impossibly smooth your skin would feel beneath his calloused hands, and how small and precious you would feel beneath him as he pounded your pussy into complete, helpless overstimulation.

♡ The trap was set on an ordinary afternoon. "Could you stay behind, sweetheart?" he asked, his voice carrying that familiar, gentle authority. "I need help grading these extra papers."

♡ As his star student, you couldn't possibly refuse. But the moment the door clicked shut, the academic pretense died.

♡ The transition from grading papers to being roughly shoved onto his desk was violent and instantaneous. The quiet sanctity of the lecture hall was obliterated by the wet, rhythmic slap of skin against skin and your own high pitched, desperate moans. Grace buried his face against the crook of your neck, breathing you in like a starving man, while he thrust into you with punishing, relentless force. Your mind turned to absolute mush; you couldn't focus on anything except the overwhelming pleasure flooding your system.

♡ He felt impossibly deep inside you, stretching you to your absolute limit. The tip of his cock nudged against your cervix with every thrust, sending jolts of electricity through your nerves that made your legs quiver helplessly against his waist. You had never taken anything this deep before, and the sensation left your entire body trembling.

♡ In your haze of ecstasy, you momentarily forgot the danger the fact that he wasn't wearing a condom.

♡ "Your pussy feels so fucking good, sweetheart…" he groaned against your skin, his words thick with arousal. His pace accelerated, driving you harder against the desk. Your cheeks were flushed and your eyes were swimming with tears as you looked up at him pathetically, your cute breasts bouncing wildly beneath him.

♡ All of Grace's carefully constructed morals had burned away. Seeing you like this teary eyed, flushed, and utterly undone made him lose all sense of restraint. He didn't want to teach you anymore; he wanted to claim you.

♡ You could feel his cock twitching inside you, the unmistakable sign that he was close to the edge. Panic flared through the pleasure. "P-Please Grace, please cum outside!" you sobbed, wriggling your hips in a futile attempt to escape his bruising grip. "You're not wearing a c-condom, please don't cum inside me!"

♡ But your pleas fell on deaf ears. Grace was beyond listening; he was consumed by a primal, possessive need to breed you. Ignoring your desperate cries, he grabbed your legs and hooked them over his shoulders, angling himself to fuck you even deeper. The position silenced your protests as he drove himself home with devastating force.

♡ The sound of your cries was the final trigger. With a guttural growl, Grace came inside you. You whimpered and sobbed as you felt his hot, milky seed flooding your insides, the reality sinking in that he had completely ignored your pleas. He had claimed you exactly how he wanted.

♡ As he continued to pulse inside you, you weakly pushed at his chest, sobbing realizing he had painted your insides white with his seed. "G-Grace…" you whimpered in overstimulation. Your pussy clenched tightly against his cock, milking him completely.

♡ "It's alright, sweetheart," he cooed, his voice dripping with a sickly, possessive sweetness as he continued to fill your pussy with his cum. The mask of the gentle professor had slipped entirely, revealing the predator beneath. "This won't be the last time that I'll fill your cute pussy with my cum."

♡ You could only lay there helplessly beneath him, panting and sobbing in overstimulation as he continued to claim you, breeding you over and over again.

♡ He wasn't your favorite professor for nothing <3