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Good Reasoning

“Позвони в звонок, Постучи в эту дверь”

Warnings: Smut, sadistic!Wednesday, torture, bondage, anal, punishment, Enid walking in

POV: Second person

Request: myself

‼️NSFW below the cut‼️

Wednesday slid her cold fingers down your neck, feeling your soft skin. They reached to your nipples, and she lightly teased one. She gently took your ponytail holder off, letting your hair fall. Of course, she didn’t want something happening to her dearest. Unless she was the one to do it. She snapped, pointing to the floor.

“I assume you know what I’d expect of you. Sit.”

You obeyed, sitting on your knees. Wednesday strolled over to her desk, in order to grab a few… tools. You looked at her, and saw her picking up some gloves, ropes, a gag, a blindfold, and lube. Of course, you shivered at the sight of all of these things. Wednesday came back over, and set everything on the bed. You looked at her with a slightly concerned expression. She looked at you, and smiled. She pulled out one rope, and stared you in the eyes.

“Hands behind your back.”

You listened, and put them behind your back. She chuckled, which is a rare occasion, and tied the rope around your wrists. With your hands now bound, you could barely move. Obviously not your arms, but you couldn’t really stand easily either. Wednesday sat on her bed and raised her skirt a bit, and pulled you onto her lap.

“Please yourself, first. I’d like to know how far your ability goes.”

She pointed to her thigh, and opened your legs a bit. She grabbed the blindfold and placed it over your eyes, tying it shortly after. She also grabbed the gag to slide into your mouth. You already knew what to do. You were already vulnerable, as she had taken off your panties and lifted your skirt up, and your sweater was too large; making it drape off of your body. Without any sight or ability to speak, you started to try to get yourself off. Starting off, you were heavily breathing and panting.

“Good,” she pushed her leg up, drawing a shocked whine from you. “I must tell you, you aren’t allowed to release until I say you can, understand?”

You nodded and continued to grind on Wednesday’s thigh, more pathetic moans being muffled by the gag. You ground down harder, your head falling onto Wednesday’s shoulder. She stroked your hair, the locks feeling soft on her fingers. She eventually got tired of hearing you panting, and pushed her leg up even harder than the last time. You made a loud noise. She sighed, and slid you onto the bed. She positioned your body to be head down, ass up, and tied your calves and thighs together.

Wednesday put on some medical gloves, and squirted some lube onto the fingers. She poked at your ass for a bit, before slipping in quickly with her middle and ring fingers. She didn’t care if it hurt; it was what you deserved for cuddling Enid when she wasn’t there. You didn’t think about it at the time; as she was warm and way better with contact. You only chose Enid, as to not make the raven girl uncomfortable. Seems either way, there’s no way to please her. She pulled her fingers out for a bit, before roughly shoving them back in, therefore getting a whimper in return.

She pulled the gag out for an answer, “Harlots don’t deserve time to get accustomed to this kind of occasion, do they?”

You coughed, drool rolling out from the sides of your mouth. “N-no, ma’am. They don’t.”

She chucked sadistically, and allowed her hand to fly across your thigh. You cried out, shaking like a feather in a storm. Wednesday pulled her fingers out, and pulled the glove off.

“Bad girls don’t deserve the pleasure that comes with normal sex. This is why I am not allowing you to orgasm or have a few of your senses.”

You subtly rolled your hips, trying to get some touch, any touch. Of course, you felt colder now.

That cold became ice in your veins when you heart the sickening sound of her typewriter. You whined a bit, a tear sliding down your face - before getting absorbed by the blindfold. Wednesday was engaging in her writing hour. Of all times; she chose it to be done right now.

Eventually - about fifteen minutes later, you suppose - the sound of a door opening was heard. You felt your heart beat out of your chest as you heard Enid’s voice.

“Wednesday, what the hell is this?”

The clicks of the typewriter got quieter, as if her voice muted them. “A punishment.”

Enid shut the door, and came over to you. She raised the blindfold up, and covered your body up. “I’m not sure if I’m supposed to untie you yet, sorry.”

Wednesday scoffed. “Of course not,” she murmured as if she was talking to an idiot, “she wasn’t being good.”

Enid sighed, and looked you in the eyes. “Good luck surviving. I’m… going to hang out with Ajax.”

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Dumb Ghost(part one)

“You can’t wake up, this is not a dream. You’re part of a machine, you are not a human being.”

Warnings: Smut, murder, ghost face!reader, female!reader, kniveplay, honestly just the reader being an asshole, then being fucked by Tara. Not proofread. also some of this is very unsanitary, as the reader is covered in three other peoples blood

POV: Second person

Request: my own brain

Pairing: Tara Carpenter x Female Reader

Genre: Smut

‼️NSFW BELOW THE CUT‼️

You tapped away on your throw away phone, somehow not being affected by the gloves you were wearing. You stared into your girlfriends window, contemplating jumping in to say hi. Maybe a couple cuts, but mainly a friendly hello. You sighed, and dialed her number.

Rnng… rnng… rnng… click.

You sighed, continuing to call until the phone was picked up. Of course, the voice changer was enabled.

“Hey honey, what’s up?”

Tara tapped on the table, while hearing an unfamiliar voice. “…Hi?”

You laughed, feeling fuzzy on the inside. “Sooo… Do you like scary movies?”

You heard an annoyed sigh, and she responded. “(Y/N), you’re not funny.”

“Who is (Y/N)?”

At this point, you were just fucking with her. When she hung up, you sighed.

“Awww, lame…”

You tap on the window, watching her walk over. She looked out, seeing nothing but darkness. Of course, she couldn’t see you. Tara squinted, and turned away. She continued cleaning the kitchen, and you smiled.

At this point, you had enough. You tampered with her security system, and walked straight in. You waved, and she stared at you. She grabbed a knife out of the butcher block. You shook your head, and pulled your knife up. Tara, not knowing what was happening, screamed and ran to the living room. You chased after her, and threw the knife. It slid across her arm, and she yelled.

“Agh- what the hell? Why are you in my house?!”

You laughed, and ripped your mask off. Tara stared at you, seeing her girlfriends face covered in different shades of blood, obviously the depth of the wounds on your victims varying.

“Just wanted to say hi. Hello, hi. How might you be, little one?”

You walked up and lifted her chin up with your thumb and index finger, smiling and kissing her softly. She pushed you away. She smelled a metallic scent, and started to stare at you in fear and surprise.

“(Y/N), please tell me you didn’t…”

You sighed, and sat down. You did. You killed people. You looked at her, and then looked away in shame. When she glared at you, you dropped the knife.

“Tara, I’m… I’m sorry.”

She picked up the knife, and crawled over you. She kicked the pillows and blankets off of the couch, and put the knife to your neck.

“What have you done? Who did you hurt? Did you… kill someone?”

You looked at her, trembling. You nodded. “You did not…”

You nodded once again. Your black costume draped off of your body. She pushed the knife down harder, and stared you in the eyes.

“Do you know how much this’ll hurt people?”

You nodded. “Yeah, but you’re not exactly innocent either… I mean, you can be an ass at times…”

She sighs, and takes it off. Her hands were now stained with other people’s blood, yet she was still enjoying seeing you vulnerable.

“You’re a killer. That warrants at least something, right?”

You shook against her, and pushed her gently.

“Tara, get off.”

She shook her head, and pinned your hands down. She glared at you, and tied them together with some cloth she has laying around.

“Stay here. I’m gonna call the cops if you pull anything weird.”

She shook her head, and walked to the bathroom. You looked around, and got comfy.

“Left, right, left, right, on the bed, off the bed…”

She came out, and walked up to you. She dragged you off the couch, and pulled you to her room.

“I swear, I’m gonna fuckin’…”

She didn’t finish, and continued to pull you. Once she got you in her room, she pulled you on the bed. Tara pulled down your black jeans, as well as your panties. She moved the hilt of your knife along your inner thigh, the blood of your victims dripping down your leg. She laughed, seeing you look down in panic.

“Tara, please don’t get the blood too close to my… y’know…”

She chuckled again, and moved the handle do your cunt. She slid it up and down slowly, continuing to laugh at your freaked out expression.

“What, scared? You killed them, why are you freaking out?”

She gently slid the tip into your core, watching you whine. She pulled it out, and tossed it to the side. The next thing to enter you was her now bloody fingers. The blood being those three victims and her own. The part about her blood being inside of you made your skin crawl. Of course, she started sliding them in and out as you whined into her shoulder. Every few seconds, she sped up until there were sickening squelches echoing in the room.

“Tara..? Slow down…”

She kissed your cheek, and moved down to suck on your neck. She only sped up from that point. You whined her name quietly, grinding yourself into her hand.

“Shh, shh… It’s alright. Just endure it for a bit longer, alright?”

You nodded. Tara moved her left hand up to pinch one of your nipples, giggling at how your mouth hung open and your eyes shut.

“Mmh… Ta-Tara..~”

She smiled into your skin, only for you to feel the shape of her lips. The feeling of her touch sent you over the edge, making you tremble and leak all over her fingers. She kissed you once more, before pulling away and going to get a towel.

“Don’t get it anywhere, or I may just leave you here all night.”

Well uh, I’m never experimenting again

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Dumb Ghost(part two)

“Now I’m falling asleep, and she’s calling a cab”

Warnings: Fluffy angst, implied attachment issues and separation anxiety, light grinding(but in the not sexy way). This is somewhat about aftercare, so there may be some mentions of sexuality. Obviously blood and mentions of murder

POV: Second Person

Request: @transparent-stranger-bouquet

Pairing: Tara Carpenter x Female Reader

Genre: Fluff

‼️SCREAM 5 SPOILERS BELOW THE CUT‼️

You rub your wrists to relieve some of the tension, while Tara wiped the blood and your own juices off of you with a warm, damp towel. You squeezed your legs together when she was finished, as you felt completely exposed now. She pat you on the face with the towel, the piece of cloth pulling the blood off of you. When she was finished, Tara tossed the towel to the floor and threw a sweater and some shorts at you.

“Here. Put these on. I trashed your old clothes and I’m gonna trash that towel. We can’t have anyone knowing you’re a killer, can we?” You shook your head. “No. That would be very unwanted knowledge.”

You slid the shorts up your legs, the sweater already on. “After all, I can’t let anyone know that I’m not my persona.”

As soon as you sat up, Tara dove onto her bed, landing on you. You tumbled over once more, holding Tara in your arms. She kissed you on the neck softly.

“Baby, you’re a horrible person.” She planted another soft kiss on your cheek this time.

You stretched, and stood up. “I’m gonna grab something to drink, then I’ve gotta get going.”

Tara grabbed onto your - well, her - sweater, and pulled on it. “Don’t leave me.”

You sighed, and pulled away. “How about I get a drink and stay for a bit?”

She nodded eagerly, and watched as you left the room, her body going cold.

You yawned, your lower body still being weak. You opened Tara’s fridge and grabbed a bottle of water. Despite the fact that you knew Tara was yearning for your touch, you just wanted to go home. She seemed pissed at you. Maybe murder wasn’t for you, but either way, you couldn’t stop now that you’ve started. You scratch your neck and take a sip, then walk back to Tara’s room.

For a moment you saw a glint of sadness in her eye. But as quick as you saw it; it was gone, replaced with her angry expression. You go over and sit beside her, and she pulls you into a hug and continues to make a tight embrace on you. She moves her hips against you, and kisses your collar bone. You sigh at the feeling of warmth, melting into her touch. You set your water on her nightstand, and roll both of you over. You stare down at her, and she grabs onto you.

“Tara, I need to go home. Let go.”

She shakes her head, holding tighter. You try to shake her off, but she holds even tighter.

“Please don’t go. You told me there’s two other killers. They are on your side. I’m scared of what’ll happen if you leave.”

You look down at her, feeling pity. “I hate that I have to go, Tara, but if I’m not home soon, my parents will call the cops.”

She nodded, and let you go. You grabbed your knife, shoving it in the pocket of her shorts, and slipped your shoes on. You ran down the stairs, and were close to the door before you heard one desperate word.

“Wait!”

You turned, seeing Tara chasing you down, before she jumped into your arms. You swear you saw tears, but she hid her face in your chest before you could actually tell if she was crying or not.

“I know I was mad, (Y/N). But I don’t want to be alone. Please, don’t leave me, I love you…”

You felt a piercing sting through your heart, but knew you had to go. “Tara. I love you too, but for the love of God, please let me go home.”

She whined into you, holding you tighter. You sighed, and pulled her back to her bedroom.

“You are the bane of my existence, my love.”

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Last moments

“With the lights out, it's less dangerous.”

Warnings: Angst, murder, brief mentions of suicide, spoilers, don’t know if this counts but considering her past, Phoebe Atwell, female reader. This is short.

POV: Third Person

Request: my brain

Pairing: Phoebe Atwell x Female Reader

Genre: Fluffy Angst

‼️SPOILERS FOR THE BABYSITTER: KILLER QUEEN BELOW THE CUT‼️

(Y/N) squeezed Melanie’s arm. She stared into her beautiful brown eyes, smiling in a terrified manner. Obviously, she couldn’t be rude to the one who was armed, right?

“Mel, I promise, I’m not going to tell anyone about what you’ve done if you just take my blood and forget it. I’ll be… a blood deposit. You can have as much as you want. I’ll… I’ll remain pure! I won’t do anything, I won’t even tell Cole that the wine was spiked..! I swear!”

Melanie stared (Y/N) in the eyes, continuing to slowly slide the knife in and out of her stomach.

“What was that? You won’t tell Cole what we did? What else won’t you tell him? That you made out with his girlfriend? Pretty girl, be honest. You wanted to join us.”

(Y/N) shook her head, before Melanie pulled out and delivered one last blow. Honestly, (Y/N) couldn’t help but wonder why she even continued to be in that same city after she saw what happened at Cole’s house. She saw everything. But that was besides the point. Melanie pulled the knife out one last time, and shoved (Y/N) over the edge of the cliff, making her fall into the secretive area of sacrifice. (Y/N) coughed and wiped her lip, feeling the smear of blood drying. It wasn’t long before Phoebe ran up to grab onto her, holding (Y/N)’s hand and resting her head on her lap.

“(Y/N)? It’s alright, I… I called the cops, they should be here any minute now..! It’s alright!”

(Y/N) hissed in pain, holding her spare hand over her wound. Her fingers were covered in blood, and a tear slipped out of her eye.

“Ph- Phoebe..? I… When I came here, I knew I should’ve jumped in the lake instead of staying with Cole…”

Phoebe shook her head, and held onto (Y/N) tighter. “No, no… I promise, that wouldn’t have helped. Here,” she took her jacket off, and tied it tightly around (Y/N)’s waist. “this should help…”

Phoebe gently lowered (Y/N) onto the ground, while she got in position. She sat criss cross, and pulled (Y/N) onto her lap. She gave her a gentle kiss on the lips, and entangled her fingers in (Y/N)’s hair. (Y/N) set her head on Phoebe’s shoulder, quietly crying into her.

“I’m not ready to die. I don’t want it to happen just yet, I still have so much left for me… A family, a job, home, college… You, Phoebe. I don’t want to die because of you. I want to be here for… you…”

(Y/N)’s breaths slowed down, as the blue and red lights flickered around them, as well as the brain piercing sirens. She pulled herself up slightly, staring Phoebe in the eyes. Her ragged breaths broke Phoebe’s heart.

“Phoebe, I’m sleepy…”

“It’s okay… I give you permission to rest.”

“I love you, Phoebs.”

“I love you too, (Y/N). Now, get some sleep…”

With those last, reassuring words, (Y/N) set her head on Phoebe’s shoulder, and closed her eyes.

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Disbelief

Warnings: Angst, slight mentions of sex, suicide, ghostface!reader, gn!reader, "i'm not like the other ghosts", really short, spoilers, Sidney x Reader

POV: Third Person

Request: None

"I can't believe I slept with you!" Sidney shouted at the last ghoul in her home. What kind of person kills people? And what sick bastard would kill the ones they work with? Sidney's question echoed in (Y/N)'s mind. They knew what she meant. That night she asked (Y/N) to do it with her was the most romantic thing both of them have ever experienced. The soft cuddles afterward were Sid's favorite part. The being in the black costume was dripping the blood of their friends. They dropped the knife, their hands smeared with blood.

"Sid, they were going to kill you... I don't want you to get hu-" Sidney cut (Y/N) off, shoving them to the ground.

"Don't fucking 'Sid' me! You're as crazy as they are!" Sidney screamed at the top of her lungs, continuing to kick the last ghost in the ribs. They coughed and scooted away, putting their hands in front of their face.

"Sidney, I love you..! I stayed to protect you, I knew they were after you... I only joined them to protect you!" They wiped a small smear of blood from their lip. Their next move was to pull Stu's gun out of his hand. (Y/N) started to cry, staring up at the girl they loved dearly. "But obviously you don't get that," (Y/N) continued, pushing the gun up to their temple. "I killed to protect you."

Sidney walked closer, staring at (Y/N) in shock. "Wait, don't..." She gently pulled their hand to her chest, trying to make them feel her heartbeat. "See? I'm scared of losing you... Please, don't do it..."

(Y/N) pulled back the gun to their head, and gently pushed Sidney back. "I love you."

BANG!

With a single shot, they were gone. Sidney shouted out, and ran to the body of her bloody lover. "(Y/N), this isn't funny... Wake up, (Y/N), wake up!" The sirens of the cop cars rung in Sidney's ears, everything going in slow-motion. She pulled the body of (Y/N) into her arms, and dragged them outside.

"Somebody, help! Please, help!" Sidney shouted out in pure agony, the thought of the once bright smile of (Y/N). "Please," tears streamed down her face, "someone help..."

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Wait why are you an Aira defender? Did he do something bad other than be somewhat rude at times?

no he didnt do anything im an aira defender because i would commit murder for him. hes like a little brother to me