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TJ MIKELOGAN's HALLOWEEN HORROR 2025 EVENT Day 4 ❥ POC in horror
Oluwunmi Mosaku as Annie in SINNERS (2024)
Amber Midthunder as Naru in PREY (2022)
Rachel True as Rochelle Zimmerman in THE CRAFT (1996)
Tony Todd as Candyman in CANDYMAN (1992)
Melissa Barrera as Joey in ABIGAIL (2024)
Jasmin Savoy Browning as Mindy Meeks-Martin in SCREAM V (2022)
Natalie Jackson Mendoza as Juno in THE DESCENT (2005)
SCREAM (2022) dir. Tyler Gillett, Matt Bettinelli-Olpin
I'm introducing a new rule. Never fuck with the daughter of a serial killer.
MELISSA BARRERA as SAM CARPENTER SCREAM (2022)
TJ MIKELOGAN'S HALLOWEEN HORROR 2025 EVENT day 10: final girl — SAM CARPENTER
Scream New Gen NSFW HEADCANON ABC
A = Aftercare (What is they like after sex)
Wes: He's the king of aftercare. He’ll pull you into his chest, kiss every spot he marked, run his fingers through your hair, and whisper how perfect you are while he cleans you up with a warm cloth. Expect cuddles, water, and him feeding you snacks while you’re still naked and shaky.
Amber: She is surprisingly soft after sex. She’ll pull you against her chest, kiss your forehead, and run her fingers through your hair while whispering “You did so good for me, baby.” She loves cuddling naked and tracing marks she left on your skin.
Ethan: Is the king of aftercare. He gets all blushy and shy right after you both finish, but immediately pulls you into his chest, kissing your forehead, your cheeks, your lips softly Total golden retriever boyfriend energy even when he was just railing you.
Tara: Is the clingiest, softest baby after sex. She’ll bury her face in your neck, wrap her legs around you like a koala and whisper “don’t pull out yet… just stay inside me a little longer.” Loves when you stroke her hair, kiss her forehead and tell her how perfect she was. Needs lots of cuddles, water, and praise or she gets all shy and teary in the best way.
Mindy: is surprisingly soft after sex. She’ll pull you against her chest, kiss your forehead, and run her fingers through your hair while whispering how good you were for her. Expect lazy cuddles, her stealing your hoodie, and her making you both snacks at 3 AM.
Chad: Big strong arms wrapped around you, pulling you against his chest while he kisses your forehead, your cheeks, your lips. He’ll get you water, clean you up gently with a warm cloth, and whisper how perfect you were. Loves cuddling naked, skin to skin, while his hands lazily stroke your back and thighs.
B = Body Part (their favorite body part of theirs and yours)
Wes: Ass guy 100%. He’s obsessed with your ass. Grabbing it, slapping it, watching it bounce when he fucks you from behind, burying his face between your cheeks when he eats you out from the back. He’ll randomly squeeze it in public just because he can’t help himself. Of himself his hands. He loves how big they look on your body, how easily he can pin your wrists, choke you lightly, or finger you until you’re shaking. He knows exactly what they can do and he’s cocky about it.
Amber: Her favorite part of you is your neck and inner thighs. She’s obsessed with leaving hickeys and bite marks there. Your favorite part of her? Those sharp eyes staring up at you while she’s between your legs.
Ethan: His favorite body part on you? Your tits. Obsessed. He’ll bury his face between them, motorboat you when he’s feeling playful, suck on your nipples for ages, and grope them while he fucks you. He loves watching them bounce when you ride him. Second favorite is your ass, but tits win by a mile
Tara: Her favorite body part of yours is your hands. She’s obsessed with how they look gripping her hips, sliding between her thighs, or pinning her wrists above her head. On herself, she loves when you worship her neck and inner thighs — they’re super sensitive and she gets soaked just from you kissing and biting there.
Mindy: Mindy is obsessed with your lips and your nipples. She could spend hours kissing, sucking, and biting your lips until they’re swollen and shiny. She loves watching your nipples get hard under her tongue, pinching and sucking them until you’re squirming and begging. “Fuck, your tits are so pretty… look how they react to me.”
Chad: His favorite body part on you is your ass and thighs. He’s obsessed with grabbing handfuls, squeezing, slapping (just hard enough to make you yelp and giggle). Loves when you wear his jerseys or tight shorts because he can see the way your ass moves. On himself? His arms and abs — he knows you go crazy when he flexes or when you ride him and have something to hold onto.
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum)
Wes: Wes loves to cum inside you (breeding kink activated). He’ll push it back in with his fingers after and groan at the sight. If he pulls out, he wants to paint your stomach, tits, or face and then watch you lick it off your lips.
Amber: Amber is messy as fuck. She loves making you squirt on her fingers or tongue and then kissing you so you can taste yourself. She’ll smirk and say “That’s my good girl” while licking her lips.
Ethan: He cums a lot and gets embarrassed about it. Loves cumming on your tits the most — painting them, then leaning down to lick it off while looking up at you with those big puppy eyes. Also really into creampies when you let him, but he always asks shyly first.
Tara: Cums hard and loud when she finally lets go. She gets embarrassed about how wet she gets, but secretly loves when you tease her about “making such a mess for me.” She loves tasting herself on your fingers or lips after you’ve made her finish. Multiple orgasms turn her into a trembling, whimpering little thing.
Mindy: She loves making you cum multiple times. Mindy gets this cocky little smirk when she feels you clench around her fingers or tongue. She’ll lick you clean afterward, humming like she just tasted the best thing ever, and then kiss you so you can taste yourself on her tongue.
Chad: Chad cums a lot and he loves seeing it on you. He’ll pull out just to paint your ass or your lower back after backshots, groaning “Fuck, look at that…” before rubbing it in with his palm like he’s marking you. Inside is also fine, but he loves the visual on your skin.
D = Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs)
Wes: He secretly gets insanely turned on when you wear his hockey jersey with nothing underneath. He’s jerked off to the thought of fucking you in it more times than he’ll ever admit.
Amber: She has a secret folder of videos of you moaning her name that she recorded without you fully knowing (you found out and now you let her). She watches them when she’s horny and alone.
Ethan: Ethan has a secret folder on his phone full of candid photos and short videos of you He jerks off to them when you’re not around, biting his lip and whispering your name like a prayer while feeling guilty as hell afterwards.
Tara: She has a secret fantasy of you fucking her in her childhood bedroom while Sam is home. The risk of getting caught makes her ridiculously wet, even though she’d die of embarrassment if it actually happened.
Mindy: Mindy has a secret fantasy about fucking you in the same room as the group while everyone’s asleep or distracted (especially during one of those horror movie marathons at Tara’s house). The risk of getting caught turns her on like crazy — the idea of covering your mouth while she fingers you under the blanket gets her soaked.
Chad: His dirty secret? He’s jerked off thinking about you in his football jersey way too many times. Like, full-on stolen your panties, wrapped them around his cock while wearing his jersey and imagined you riding him after a game while you’re still wearing it. He’ll never admit it unless you catch him.
E = Experience (How experienced is they?)
Wes: Not super experienced before you, but he’s a fast learner and very eager. Once you two start fucking, he becomes addicted and wants to try everything with you.He watched a lot of porn “for research” and now he’s addicted to making you squirt.
Amber: She’s had a few girls before you, but you’re her favorite. She learned exactly how to play with your body like it’s her personal instrument.
Ethan: Not super experienced before you, but he’s a fast learner and a huge porn addict (he definitely watched way too much before dating you). He’s eager to try everything you want and gets excited like a kid in a candy store.
Tara: Not super experienced, but she’s eager and learns fast. She loves when you take full control and teach her new things. Gets shy admitting what she wants but once you coax it out of her she becomes your perfect obedient girl.
Mindy: Mindy is pretty experienced for her age. She’s had a few girlfriends before you and knows exactly how to read a woman’s body. She’s confident, a little cocky, and loves teaching you new things or pushing your limits just enough to make you whimper her name.
Chad: Very experienced. Chad has had plenty of partners before you and knows exactly what he’s doing. He’s confident, patient when he needs to be, and can go for multiple rounds without losing rhythm. He learned how to read a woman’s body like a pro.
F = Favorite Position
Wes: Doggy style. Hands gripping your hips, pulling you back onto his cock, watching your ass ripple with every thrust. He also loves prone bone so he can lay on top of you, bite your shoulder, and go deep.
Amber: Face-sitting. She loves gripping your hips and pulling you down on her tongue until you’re grinding on her face and moaning her name. Bonus points if she can slap your ass while you ride her.
Ethan: Missionary with your legs over his shoulders so he can watch your tits bounce and lean down to suck on them. Also loves you riding him (cowgirl/reverse) because he can grope and play with your chest the whole time.
Tara: Missionary with her legs over your shoulders so she can look into your eyes while you fuck her. Also loves being on her stomach with you pressed against her back, your hand between her legs — feels safe and completely owned.
Mindy: Scissoring / Tribbing is her absolute favorite. She loves being on top, controlling the rhythm, grinding her soaked pussy against yours while holding your leg up. She also enjoys 69 so she can eat you out while you do the same, but nothing beats the raw, messy intimacy of scissoring.
Chad: Doggy style and Cowgirl. He loves watching your ass bounce while he fucks you from behind, gripping your hips hard. When you ride him, he sits up so he can kiss you, suck on your tits, and slap your ass while you grind on him.
G = Goofy (Is they more serious or humorous?)
Wes: He can be a little dorky mid-sex — cracking a joke right before he ruins you, then laughing when you moan louder because his voice gets husky when he laughs.
Amber: She can be playful and teasing, laughing when you get shy, but once she has you under her the goofy side disappears and the mean-dom side comes out.
Ethan: Very goofy during sex. He’ll accidentally bump heads, make a weird noise and then laugh, or say something dorky like “Holy shit, your boobs are so soft” mid-thrust and then get embarrassed. The laughter usually turns into more kissing.
Tara: She can be giggly during foreplay, especially if you tickle her or tease her too much. But once things get intense the giggles turn into desperate little moans and whimpers.
Mindy: She can be playful even during sex. She’ll laugh breathlessly when you both make a ridiculous wet sound, then immediately go back to moaning your name. Sex with Mindy is hot but never too serious—she wants you giggling and gasping at the same time.
Chad: He’s surprisingly playful even during sex. He’ll crack jokes mid-thrust, tickle your sides to make you laugh and clench around him, or randomly bite your shoulder just to hear you squeal. Sex with Chad is fun as hell.
H = Hair (How well-groomed is they? Does the carpet match the drapes?)
Wes: He keeps himself fully shaved. He doesn’t mind if you’re shaved or natural — he’s burying his face either way.
Amber: She keeps herself trimmed but not bald. Loves when you’re smooth or have a little landing strip so she can tease you about it.
Ethan: He keeps himself trimmed but not fully shaved. Gets a little shy if you stare too long, but loves when you play with his happy trail.
Tara: Keeps herself neatly trimmed or completely bare because she loves how sensitive she feels when your tongue is on her. Blushes like crazy when you compliment how pretty her pussy looks.
Mindy: Keeps hers natural — a nice dark bush that’s not fully trimmed, just shaped a little. She loves when you bury your face in it, inhaling her scent while eating her out. She finds it hot when you get messy with her hair down there and doesn’t mind if you tug on it gently.
Chad: He keeps himself trimmed but not fully shaved. Happy trail? Yes. He loves when you tug on it or run your fingers through it while you’re going down on him.
I = Intimacy (How is they during the moment?)
Wes: Super intimate. Eye contact the whole time, foreheads pressed together, lots of “I love you”s and “You’re so fucking perfect” while he’s inside you. Even when it’s rough, it’s laced with love.
Amber: can go from rough and mean to slow and intimate in seconds. She loves eye contact while she fingers you slow and deep, whispering “You’re mine” over and over.
Ethan: Extremely intimate. Even when he’s being rough or nasty, he’s still looking at you like you hung the stars. Lots of eye contact, forehead kisses, and “I love you”s moaned against your skin.
Tara: Craves deep intimacy. Eye contact, hand-holding, “I love you” whispered right as she’s about to cum. The more romantic and possessive you are, the harder she falls apart.
Mindy: Even when it’s nasty, Mindy makes it intimate. Eye contact is huge for her. She’ll stare into your eyes while fingering you deep, or hold your hand while she’s between your legs. She loves slow, deep makeouts during sex.
Chad: Even when he’s fucking you rough, Chad is incredibly intimate. He maintains eye contact, kisses you deeply, laces your fingers together, and tells you how much he loves you right before you both cum.
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)
Wes: He jerks off a lot. Even when you’re together, he’ll send you videos of him stroking himself while moaning your name, especially when you’re not around. He’s shameless about it.
Amber: She masturbates a lot. Loves sending you voice notes of her moaning your name while she fingers herself, or videos of her riding her own toy telling you it’s not as good as your pussy.
Ethan: He jerks off thinking about you constantly. Favorite fantasy? You letting him fuck your tits. He has a whole folder of sneaky photos of your cleavage for “emergencies.”
Tara: She masturbates thinking about you almost every night. Uses her fingers and pretends it’s you, biting her pillow to stay quiet. Sometimes she sends you shy little texts like “I miss your mouth…” when she’s touching herself.
Mindy: Mindy masturbates thinking about you a lot. She’ll text you teasing photos or voice notes of her moaning your name while she fingers herself, then send “Wish this was your tongue instead.”
Chad: Chad jerks off a lot when he’s away from you — thinking about you in his hoodie, your moans, the way your pussy feels. He’ll send you voice notes of him moaning your name while he strokes himself.
K = Kink (One or more of his kinks)
Wes: Breeding, light choking, praise + degradation mix (“Such a good little slut for me”), marking, and slight possessiveness (“Tell me who this pussy belongs to”). Also really into mirror sex so you both can watch.
Amber: Knife play (the dull side of the blade tracing your thighs while she smirks), light choking, She’s also into marking you up with hickeys and bites in places only she gets to see.
Ethan: Praise kink both ways. He melts when you tell him he’s a good boy or that he’s making you feel so good. He also has a breeding kink he’s scared to admit — loves talking about filling you up, even if you’re on birth control. Light choking (giving and receiving) turns him on more than he expected.
Tara: Praise kink through the roof. Also light choking (your hand gently on her throat), being pinned down, and a tiny bit of degradation mixed with praise (“such a needy little slut for me, aren’t you?”). Loves when you edge her until she’s crying and begging.
Mindy: Big into light choking (giving and receiving), hair pulling, thigh riding, and praise/degradation mix (“My pretty little slut” / “Such a good girl for me”). She also loves when you wear her hoodies or jerseys while she fucks you.
Chad: Big on light choking, spanking, hair pulling, and praise/degradation mix. He also loves breeding kink talk (“Gonna fill you up so good, baby”), being called “daddy” occasionally, and making you beg. He’s into mirror sex so you can both watch.
L = Location (Favorite places to do it)
Wes: Anywhere. Car, his room, your room, bathroom at a party, cinema back row, behind the school bleachers. Risky places turn him on the most.
Amber: The back of her car after a party, the bathroom at a house party with the door barely locked, her bedroom with the horror movie still playing loud enough to cover your moans, and especially abandoned houses
Ethan: Prefers the bedroom where he feels safe to be loud and dorky, but he’s down for risky stuff: car sex, library bathroom, your parents’ house when they’re asleep… the danger makes him extra horny.
Tara: Her favorite is her bedroom (safe and cozy), but she also gets turned on by risky places your car, the bathroom at a party, or at her house with Sam downstairs.
Mindy: She’s not super risky about getting caught, but she loves experimenting with different places at home — kitchen counter, shower, against the living room window at night, on top of the washing machine, etc. Anywhere she can have you loud and desperate is fair game.
Chad: Anywhere. Car, locker room after practice, your kitchen counter, shower, movie theater back row, his truck bed under the stars. He’s down for risky public stuff as long as he can cover your mouth when you get loud.
M = Motivation (What turns they on?)
Wes: What turns Wes on the most is you being needy for him. When you bite your lip, when you crawl into his lap and whisper that you missed him, when you wear his hoodie with nothing underneath.
Amber: gets insanely turned on when you’re being bratty or shy. That little attitude you give her when she teases you in public? Instant wet
Ethan: Seeing you in low-cut tops or tight shirts that show cleavage instantly turns him on. Also when you call him “good boy” or “my smart boy” — instant boner.
Tara: Seeing you in control turns her on instantly. When you grab her by the waist, push her against the wall, or look at her like you want to devour her — she’s instantly wet. Compliments about how pretty she sounds when she moans also destroy her.
Mindy: Her motivation is very nerdy. She gets insanely turned on by learning what makes you tick — figuring out the perfect rhythm, pressure, and dirty talk like she’s solving a puzzle or directing the best sex scene ever. The more you react, the more she wants to “perfect” it.
Chad: Seeing you in his clothes (especially his jersey), you being bratty and teasing him, when you workout with him, or when you bite your lip looking at him. Also when you call him “big guy” or “captain” in that sweet voice.
N = No (Something he wouldn’t do)
Wes: Bondage / tying you up. Hard no. He wants your hands free so you can touch him, grab the sheets, push back against him. He hates anything that takes away your ability to move or touch.
Amber: She won’t do anything with other people watching (she’s possessive as fuck and doesn’t share), no heavy pain, no actual blood play beyond tiny superficial cuts if you’re both super into it, and nothing that makes you genuinely scared of her.
Ethan: He won’t do anything that could seriously hurt you. No heavy degradation, no CNC without lots of discussion, and nothing that makes you genuinely uncomfortable.
Tara: She’s not into anything too painful or hardcore. No heavy degradation, no blood, no age play. She needs to feel safe and loved even when you’re being nasty.
Mindy: She’s not into heavy pain, degradation, or anything that could actually hurt your feelings. Also not into public/risky sex where you might genuinely get caught.
Chad: He won’t do anything that actually hurts you badly, heavy degradation that makes you cry (unless you explicitly ask), or sharing you. He’s possessive as fuck — you’re his and only his.
O = Oral (Preference giving or receiving)
Wes: Giving: 10/10. He eats pussy like a starving man — sloppy, enthusiastic, fingers + tongue + sucking your clit until your legs shake. Receiving: loses his mind when you suck him off. Loves when you look up at him with teary eyes and his cock in your mouth.
Amber: Is a giver and a greedy receiver. She loves burying her face between your thighs, holding your hips down while she eats you like she’s starving, tongue piercing flicking your clit until your legs shake. But she also adores sitting on your face, grinding against your tongue while she pulls your hair and calls you her good little slut.
Ethan: Ethan is obsessed with eating you out. He’ll spend ages between your legs, learning exactly how you like his tongue and fingers, moaning against you like he’s the one getting pleasured. He gets painfully hard just from making you cum on his face. Giving blowjobs makes him shy at first, but once you praise him he gets eager and sloppy in the best way.
Tara: Loves receiving more than giving (classic bottom), but she gets so proud when she makes you cum with her mouth. She’s a messy eater — tongue everywhere, moaning against you, hips grinding into the bed while she goes down on you.
Mindy: Mindy is obsessed with giving. She’ll spend ages between your legs, sucking your clit, fucking you with her tongue, and humming movie soundtracks against your pussy just to make you laugh and moan at the same time. She loves when you pull her hair and ride her face.
Chad: Absolute god at eating pussy. He will stay between your legs for hours, sucking your clit, tongue-fucking you, using his fingers at the same time until you’re shaking and crying from overstimulation. Loves when you sit on his face. Giving blowjobs? He loves guiding your head gently but firmly, praising you the whole time.
P = Pace (Is he fast and rough or slow and sensual?)
Wes: Can do both. Loves slow, deep, teasing strokes while whispering filthy things in your ear. But when he’s desperate he fucks you fast and rough, bed slamming against the wall.
Amber: When she’s in a mood she’ll fuck you slow and deep, teasing you for hours, edging you until you’re crying and begging. Other times she’s fast, rough, and relentless — fingers or strap pounding into you while she growls dirty praise in your ear.
Ethan: He can go from slow and deep, savoring every second, to fast and desperate when he’s close. He loves when you tell him exactly how you want it — he’ll switch instantly.
Tara: She loves when you start slow and teasing, building her up until she’s shaking and begging for more. Then she wants it a little faster and deeper, especially when she’s close. Loves being overstimulated until she can’t form words.
Mindy: She can go from slow and teasing (edging you for ages while whispering filthy movie references) to fast and intense when she wants to make you fall apart. She loves building you up and then wrecking you.
Chad: He can go from slow and teasing (edging you for what feels like forever) to rough and fast. Usually starts playful and ends pounding you into the mattress while growling in your ear.
Q = Quickie (His opinions on quickies)
Wes: Master of quickies. Will pull you into the bathroom at a party, bend you over the sink, and fuck you hard and fast while covering your mouth.
Amber: She lives for dragging you into a bathroom, hiking your skirt up, and fingering you hard and fast while covering your mouth so no one hears you moan her name. She’ll make you cum in under five minutes then act like nothing happened while you’re still trembling
Ethan: He’s not the biggest fan of quickies because he likes taking his time with you, but if you’re both super horny and have limited time he’ll do it — usually against the wall or on the desk, breathing hard and trying not to be too loud.
Tara: She’s addicted to quickies. A fast fuck in the morning before you both leave, or you bending her over the kitchen counter when you only have ten minutes. She cums so fast when she’s desperate.
Mindy: She’s not the biggest fan of super rushed quickies, but if you’re both horny after a movie she’ll happily drop to her knees or pull you onto her lap for a fast, desperate session.
Chad: Master of quickies. Five minutes in the locker room before practice? Done. Ten minutes in the car before a party? He’ll have you seeing stars. He knows exactly how to make you cum fast and hard.
R = Risk (Is he game to experiment? Does he take risks?)
Wes: Pretty high. Will finger you under the table at dinner with his family. Will fuck you in the bathroom while his friends are in the living room playing video games.
Amber: She loves experimenting with new toys or positions and pushing your limits just enough to keep it exciting.
Ethan: Low risk king. He prefers privacy. The riskiest he’ll get is fingering you under a blanket while watching a movie with friends (only if you beg and promise to be quiet).
Tara: Low-key exhibitionist. Loves the thrill of almost getting caught — you fingering her in the movie theater, or making her stay quiet while your hand is in her panties during a sleepover.
Mindy: She doesn’t like the danger of getting caught, but she loves experimenting in the safety of your room — new toys, roleplay (final girl x killer), different straps, temperature play with ice, etc.
Chad: Pretty high. Loves the thrill of almost getting caught — fingering you under the table at dinner with friends, fucking you quietly in the bathroom at a party, or in the back of the theater.
S = Stamina (How many rounds can he go?)
Wes: Young, horny, and obsessed with you = can go multiple rounds (3-5 depends the day). Give him 10 minutes and he’s ready again, especially if you’re still dripping his cum.
Amber: Can go for multiple rounds. She’ll make you cum three or four times before she even thinks about letting you rest, then strap you again while you’re still sensitive and overstimulated. She’s insatiable when she has you all to herself.
Ethan: Pretty good stamina once he gets confident (2-3). Can go for a couple rounds with short breaks where he just kisses and touches you everywhere.
Tara: She can go for a few rounds but gets super sensitive and shaky after the first orgasm. Loves when you keep going anyway, coaxing softer, slower orgasms out of her until she’s a whimpering, cuddly mess.
Mindy: Pretty high. She can go multiple rounds and loves making you cum several times before she lets you touch her. When you finally go down on her she gets loud and whiny.
Chad: Insane stamina. This man can go for multiple rounds, recover fast, and still have energy to fuck you senseless. Expect 2-4 rounds in one night easily.
T = Toys (Does he own/use toys?)
Wes: He bought a vibrator just for you. Loves using it on your clit while he fucks you, watching you fall apart.
Amber: She owns a collection: a thick strap she loves using on you, vibrating bullets she’ll make you wear in public, handcuffs, a collar with her name on it (hidden when you go out), and a couple of dildos she uses to fuck you while she watches. She’s always buying new ones to try on you.
Ethan: Curious but shy. He’d be down to try a vibrator on you if you suggest it, watching with wide eyes and flushed cheeks. Might let you use a cock ring on him if you tease him enough.
Tara: Loves using toys with you. Her favorite is when you use a strap on her while she holds onto you. Also enjoys a small vibrator on her clit while you finger her. Gets shy asking for them but her eyes light up when you pull them out.
Mindy: Big fan. She has a small but quality collection: vibrators, a couple of straps (different sizes and colors), suction toys for your clit, and even a remote-controlled one she loves using while you’re both watching movies.
Chad: He’s open to them. Loves using a vibrator on your clit while he fucks you, or watching you use one on yourself for him. Might buy you a plug just so he can play with it while he’s inside you.
U = Unfair (How much he likes to tease)
Wes: Teases you so much. Edging is his favorite. He’ll bring you right to the edge then slow down just to hear you beg “Wes, please…”
Amber: Massive tease. She’ll edge you for ages, stop right when you’re about to cum, laugh at your frustrated moans, then finally let you explode while she praises you.
Ethan: He’s not very unfair — he hates teasing you too much because he feels bad. But when you tease him? He turns into a whiny, begging mess: “Please… baby, I need you… don’t tease me like that…”
Tara: You love teasing her. Edging is your favorite game — bringing her right to the edge and stopping until she’s crying your name. She pretends to hate it but secretly loves how desperate it makes her.
Mindy: She’s a massive tease. She’ll edge you, stop right before you cum, smirk and say “Not yet, baby. The best scenes always have perfect timing.”
Chad: Big tease. He’ll edge you until you’re begging and crying, then finally let you cum so hard you see stars. Loves making you wait and squirm.
V = Volume (How loud is they?)
Wes: Not super loud but he moans and grunts right in your ear. Whispers the filthiest shit: “That’s it, baby… take every inch. Fuck, you’re creaming all over me.”
Amber: Amber is vocal as hell — dirty talk nonstop (“Look at you taking my cock like a desperate slut”), loud moans, and she loves when you’re loud too. She encourages you to scream her name.
Ethan: He tries to be quiet but fails miserably. Lots of breathy moans, whimpers, and soft “fuck… oh my god” when he’s inside you. Gets louder when he cums.
Tara: Tara is loud when she feels safe. Lots of high-pitched moans, whimpers, and breathy “fuck—baby—yes” when she cums. She tries to muffle herself by biting your shoulder or burying her face in the pillow.
Mindy: Mindy is vocal — she moans, laughs, dirty talks, and praises you constantly. When you eat her out she gets breathy and curses a lot, especially when she’s close.
Chad: Loud. He moans, groans, talks dirty non-stop. When he cums he lets out these deep, guttural sounds that make you clench around him instantly. He also loves when you’re loud — the louder you are, the harder he fucks you.
W = Wild card (Random headcanon)
Wes: One time you two were fucking in the back of his mom’s patrol car and he accidentally hit the siren button mid-thrust You both panicked, came at the same time from the adrenaline, then had to sneak out laughing like idiots
Amber: She once fucked you while wearing the Ghostface mask and voice changer, whispering horror movie lines in your ear the whole time. You came harder than ever.
Ethan: Sometimes he gets so overwhelmed by how much he loves you that he starts crying during sex — happy tears, soft little sobs while he kisses you and tells you you’re everything to him.
Tara: She has a secret fantasy of you making her cum in front of a mirror so she can watch herself fall apart on your fingers.
Mindy: She once made you cum while explaining the rules of a horror movie trope in detail, using the rhythm of her fingers to emphasize her points. Nerdiest and hottest thing ever.
Chad: He has a thing for fucking you in his letterman team jacket. Nothing else. Just you wearing only his jacket while he rails you.
X = X-ray (What’s going on under the clothes?)
Wes: 7.5 inches, thick enough that you feel the stretch every single time. Slight upward curve that hits your g-spot perfectly. Veiny, pretty pink head, and gets even thicker at the base.
Amber: Under those clothes Amber is toned as hell — perky tits with sensitive pierced nipples she loves when you suck on, a tight waist, and a perfect ass she grinds against you when she’s wearing the strap. Her pussy is always shaved smooth and gets ridiculously wet when she’s dominating you.
Ethan: Above average length (7inch), pretty thick with a slight upward curve that hits all the right spots. Gets incredibly hard and leaks a lot when he’s really turned on. The head is super sensitive.
Tara: Tara is tiny and tight. She gets so wet it’s almost embarrassing. Her nipples are super sensitive — just sucking and biting them lightly can make her thighs shake. Her clit swells nicely when she’s really turned on.
Mindy: Mindy has a lean, athletic body from running around in horror situations. Small but perky tits with gorgeous brown nips, strong thighs, and very skilled fingers. She gets soaked easily and tastes slightly sweet.
Chad: Chad is thick and long (BBC in flesh). Nice girth that stretches you perfectly, with a slight upward curve that hits your g-spot every single time. Veiny and always rock hard when he’s around you.
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
Wes: Constantly yearning. Will text you “I miss being inside you” at random hours. Gets needy and touchy the second you’re alone.
Amber: Extremely high sex drive. She wants you every single day, sometimes multiple times. If she’s stressed or horny, good luck getting anything done — she’s dragging you to bed (or the nearest surface).
Ethan: High yearning. Even after sex he’s still touching you, kissing your shoulders, pulling you closer. He can go from soft to horny again pretty fast if you give him that look.
Tara: She yearns for you constantly. Even when you’re just cuddling on the couch, she’ll start grinding subtly against your thigh until you notice and take care of her.
Mindy: She yearns hard. Even when you’re just cuddling watching movies, her hand will slowly drift under your shirt. She can go from “let’s analyze this kill scene” to “I need my face between your legs right now” in seconds.
Chad: His sex drive is crazy high. He wants you multiple times a day if possible. Even after a long practice he’ll come home horny and ready to worship your body.
Z = Zzz (How fast they sleep afterwards)
Wes: Always falls asleep last. Even after crazy sex, he’ll stay awake stroking your back, kissing your shoulder, and making sure you’re safe and comfortable before he lets himself drift off. Super protective even in his sleep — arm wrapped tight around you the whole night.
Amber: After she wrecks you, Amber turns surprisingly soft. She pulls you against her chest, strokes your hair, kisses your forehead and whispers how perfect you are while you both fall asleep tangled together, her leg thrown over yours possessively.
Ethan: He falls asleep right after aftercare, curled around you like a koala, face buried in your neck, breathing soft and content. Best big spoon ever.
Tara: After sex she passes out almost immediately, curled up against you like a koala, one leg thrown over yours, face pressed to your chest. She sleeps best when she can still feel your fingers lazily tracing patterns on her skin.
Mindy: After sex she crashes hard but always pulls you close first. You usually fall asleep with her arm around your waist, her face nuzzled into your neck, and her whispering sleepy movie facts until you both knock out.
Chad: After all the rounds and aftercare, he falls asleep with you tucked against his chest, one arm possessively around your waist, face buried in your hair. Best cuddler ever.
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You stepped into the shower, feeling the hot water wash over you. Opening your mouth and letting the hot water wash away the sin. Your ass hurt to the point you thought you might need to go to the hospital. The sensation was a weird feeling, something that you definitely had never experienced before. Your body felt sticky, sweaty and gross. Used. Like a puppet of theirs.
You tried your best to just push it all to the back of your mind, like a bad dream. You didn’t want to let yourself get worked up over everything that just took place in your bedroom. You ran the loofah over your body, scrubbing at your skin with an uncomfortable pressure. You had encountered him multiple times now, and it wasn’t just him apart of it either. He said there were more. Heaps more potentially.
What if next time there’s five of them? Your body being tossed around like some fuck toy they can use and abuse. It was disgusting in an erotic way to your fucked up mindset. These guys were not only threatening to kill people you loved but they would. You were almost trapped in some kind of abusive relationship. It was clear that they knew how to get to you, so you stood in the shower and thought about what you should do.
Maybe your parents were right. Maybe it was time to move across the country and be somewhere safer. You needed to get out of dodge or someone might get hurt. Maybe when they’re tired of you, they’ll kill you. And that could be at any point when you no longer serve them.
You finished up, grabbing the towel and wrapping it around your body and drying yourself off. You made sure to check your window, locked tight and placing a bar against it to hopefully make it harder to open. At least if you heard it trying to be opened it would give you time to get out. It was a weird feeling, not feeling safe in your own home anymore. You checked your door, locking it and trying to twist the handle with great force. And for extra measure, you pressed the wooden chair in the corner of your room against the handle.
“Try and get in now fuckers.” You muttered to yourself, not hatefully, just exhausted. You knew it would be a while before they would behind harassing you again, so you started looking into flights. Messaging your cousin about coming to visit and stay for a while. She was excited to say the least, texting you all the fun things you could do together when you finally came.
You let out a sigh, closing your laptop and getting dressed into something comfortable. You were gonna try and get out of school tomorrow, too tired to even bother at this point. And besides, you were hopefully about to move anyways and finish up your senior year across the country.
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“So months ago you were begging to stay here with us, and now you want to move? I just don’t understand you Y/n. It’s almost like you’re trying to drive me crazy. You don’t talk to us, you’re failing and completely distracted. I just don’t see what sending you away is going to do?” You couldn’t believe your mother was upset at you for wanting to get away from all this.
“I just didn’t realise the amount of stress this would cause. I mean, I’m scared to even be alone in my own house for crying out loud. I don’t feel safe here anymore and I would appreciate it if you would do this for me please. I can’t sit around waiting for this killer to show up again.” You could honestly, you just didn’t want to admit it to yourself. Deny, deny, deny.
“I mean, look I’ll speak with your aunt about it but no promises. And I want to see you actually picking your grades up. No school is going to accept you with an average below 2.” Great, homework and studying. The one thing that seemed to be your kryptonite.
“Fine.” You huffed, heading back upstairs and beginning to open unanswered emails from teachers asking for your overdue work to be handed in immediately. You sighed at the screen, you weren’t sure how you were going to get yourself out of this one but you had a few tricks still up your sleeve.
You began replying back to the emails, opening the spreadsheets and giving everything you had to put into writing these assignments and getting them checked off your list. It was the first time in and long time you had actually gotten some school work properly done. It felt liberating to say the least. You felt content with the work you had done, even if it had only been a few essays. It was still a lot of work to hand in so suddenly.
Your phone buzzed on the table, screen lit up with a notification that made you shiver. You sat for a minute, trying to think about what would happen if you had received a message from him, or them. Whoever they were. You began thinking for a minute, what if you tried to figure out who these guys were? The idea had you captivated immediately and you began your search. Socials you began looking through friend lists of everyone, seeing if anything looked weird or funny. Something to stand out.
You knew a couple of guys that seemed cocky enough to pull this kind of thing but it was also a long shot. What evidence did you have? You looked through messages, back and forth to see if you could catch phrases, patterns, something. You could rule a few people out already, knowing that they didn’t fit anything you had. It definitely wasn’t any girls. You had a small list of six guys, all you needed to do now was break down their motives, and why they would be doing this.
You dived into research, articles online to see what reports were saying, what the police were saying. It had to be someone from your school, they were way too young to not be. Hours passed by quickly, you were entranced by all of it. You had begun a document on your computer, photos taken from your suspects social media accounts with dates and time stamps. Cross referencing them with messages you had received.
You begun thinking about how they would have such amount of access to your phone, your house, your cameras. You stopped. Eyes meeting the camera on your laptop. What if they were watching you right now? Watching you spiral down a rabbit hole of hunting serial killers and revealing their identities? You slammed the top down hard, breaking out of your obsession and allowing yourself to come back into reality.
Your stomach fluttered, an anxiety creeping in. One that you hadn’t experienced before. What if they knew you were trying to find them out, and they would come back to kill you finally?
Your eyes caught your window, exposed but still locked from last night. And it was going to stay that way until you could figure all this out.
You got up, opening your door to hear the chatter amongst your parents downstairs. Conflict between the two of them about you wanting to leave.
“So she wants to go, let her fucking go! Maybe she’ll actually do well under proper guidance from a mother!”
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
“You’re not here looking after her. You’re off fucking Ron or Rick or whatever the fuck his name is!”
“I told you it was only once and I was drunk!”
“And I was your husband!”
You shut your door, tears brimming in your eyes at the commotion. If there was any good time to leave this shit-house, it was definitely now. You didn’t care anymore, you didn’t care what it took. You were standing your ground and moving away, whether you got your mother to agree or went behind her back to your father.
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Well you got your way that was for sure, you held your ticket in your hand. Shaking at the anxiety of what you were about to do. Moving across the country and away from all your friends and family. It was an uncomfortable feeling really, but you needed to do it.
Surprisingly you didn’t hear from Ghostface at all, you thought that he might have come by to see you off. It was a little disheartening in the most fucked up of ways. You waited patiently in line, listening to the repeated phrase, ‘thank you, have a great flight’ over and over until you finally got to the front of the line.
“Thank you, have a great flight.” You smiled in response, taking a small breath before stepping through the doors and towards the exit towards you plane. You boarded easily, taking your seat on the end of the aisle, easy access to the toilet.
Maybe you were a bit of a nervous flyer but you were holding it together pretty well so far. You pulled your headphones out and over your head, playing your music to drown out the people conversing next to you and around you. You drowned them out, closing your eyes and letting your head fall back against the head rest until it was all over.
Your hand clutched the arm rest tight, you focused on your breathing as well to try and not let yourself panic. The flight was six hours so it was going to be a long trip ahead of you. When the plane began to take off you almost cried, it was such a weird feeling, but you fought back tears and allowed yourself to think of something, anything.
Ghostface. Your investigation into who he was, you mentally thought deeply about your suspects and what motives they all had.
Malcolm, he was a bit weird and techie but you wouldn’t think he’s the kind of person to be behind such a thing. He looked like he would break if you looked at him wrong. Whoever was doing this needed a strong stomach and twisted sense of humour. But maybe there was a dark side to him, long nights surfing the dark web and seeing things he shouldn’t be. A menacing interior different to his slightly nerdy exterior.
Lucas, classic asshole who enjoyed picking on anything that moved. Teacher, students, maintenance people for the school. Everyone was a target, and everyone was a victim. He seemed to be some kind of sociopath so it would make sense to be him. But there was something that told you he wasn’t the one doing it. But you’ve been wrong before too. It seemed the asshole of him only came out when he was around large groups of people really. Just arrogance it seemed. You only knew that because you had seen him actually helping his teachers out here and there when he thought no one was watching.
Travis, another quiet kid who seemed to only have a small handful of friends who didn’t seem very interested in him. It made you sad really, he was friendly. You’d spoken to him a few times in classes, little comments about the curriculum being made here and there. Maybe he had a sadistic side to him, an obsession for you. And a disliking towards his peers. It was a strong enough case but you needed more evidence.
Mr. Hunt, a young-ish teacher who had started fairly recently, he was a suspect. Though he had no red flags that stood out to you from his behaviour he was still new to the whole town. And he seemed pretty fresh out of high school, maybe he held a grudge? Maybe he was bullied at this school and took it personally to a whole other level. This was his revenge game. He taught you calculus and he had taken a liking to you, you always contributed the best you could in any classes and he seemed to like it. Maybe he liked it too much.
Six hours passed by quicker than you imagines, the turbulence barely noticeable as you were deep in thought about your theories. You had become quite the detective. But none of it mattered for now, it was up to the police. You dreaded about hearing from Ghostface again, what his reaction would be if he found out you had moved away. He seemed to only be interested in keeping you alive for his disgusting, perverse reasons. You didn’t want to be his anymore though. It was wrong. And it might be costing peoples lives.
You departed the plane, nerves bundling in your stomach as you thought about seeing your extended family after such a long period of time. You knew your cousin would be there, along with your aunt and uncle. You walked out of the gate, seeing them standing there waiting for you with a big bouquet of flowers and balloons for you. All big smiles plastered across their faces. Bouncing with excitement of seeing you after such a long time. Four Christmases to be exact, that’s the last time you were all together as a big family.
Things seemed to be easier then. You walked towards them awkwardly, slightly embarrassed they were making such a big deal in a public setting. But you gave them a pass for now, it had been a while.
“Y/n! Oh, you look so grown up my little twin.” Your cousin embraced you first, tightly you might add. Her little twin is what she used to call you growing up, you two used to be really close. Everyone would say you were meant to be sisters in another life. You always liked that idea.
“How are you darling? We’ve missed you and your mum. How is she doing?” You aunt asked as she too pulled you in for a tight hug. Her soapy perfume filling your lunges in a toxic way.
“Good, everything is good.” You didn’t want to tell her the truth, but she could already read it all over you. Her eyes giving you a sympathetic look. She knew about the fights with your dad that were a constant. She didn’t like your father, and it had always been very apparent. You hugged your uncle who seemed to be a bit more gentle with his embrace.
They led you out to the car, helping you get yours bags into the back and beginning to give you a rundown of life here with them, in their small town.
“So, you’ll find there’s only one mall and its very bland. You have to travel two hours to get to the city if you want anything nice for yourself. And the people are pretty nice in town, just keep in mind that its small here so there is a lot of gossiping that goes on.” Your cousin began explaining the basics to you, how the school scene was as well.
“So Y/n, what are you looking at doing once you graduate? Any colleges you’ve been accepted to yet?” College, right. You hadn’t even thought about it, let alone applied for anywhere yet. It would be only a matter of time before the cut off date would come up and you hadn’t even written your personal essay.
“Uhm, not yet. Still waiting to hear back.” You hated lying but you didn’t want to tell her you were quite behind on everything. Your phone buzzed and you looked down to the see what came through.
⇰ Have you landed yet? xx
You initially thought it was your mother messaging, but a shiver ran down your spine when you saw the sender.
Ghostface. All the colour in your skin disappeared and you suddenly felt very light headed and needed to get out of the moving car. Each turn made you feel queasy and you just wanted to be sitting down and not moving at all to take it all in.
You weren’t sure if you should respond. If it was even worth it. But he had figured it out now. He had your house rigged somehow. He had mentioned how he had things set up in your home without you even knowing. You feared he would retaliate by going after your parents, you wanted to call your mum and dad to warn them. But you couldn’t do it in the car now with everyone listening in. You’d have to wait for a more private moment.
The interrogation continued, more questions about what you’ve been doing in school and out. How you’ve been handing all the stress of a killer on the loose. You answered as shorty as you could, mind too focused on getting home and making some calls.
⇰ You can’t hide from me, I’m everywhere.
You were really worried now, but you also saw this coming. You knew he would catch up, you just didn’t realise it’d be so soon. When you finally pulled into the driveway you let out a breath you’d been holding for too long. Allowing your uncle to handle your luggage as you dashed inside quickly, your aunt thought it was just excitement.
“Uh, where’s the toilet? Been busting since the plane.” You lied and smiled lightly at her. She made gestures as she explained and watched you follow her instructions. You went into the bathroom, closing and locking the door as you opened your phone and pulled up your mothers contact. Call.
You held the phone to your ear, listening closely to each and every dragged out ring. Voicemail. Great. You tried again, hoping she’s just seen you calling and would pick up on the second time. Voicemail. You called a few more times before trying your dads phone as well. Worry was begging to really set in, what if he had already gotten to them? After the third call your dad picked up the phone.
“Y/n? How’d your flight go? You get there okay?” You let out another breath you’d been hanging onto. Clutching ahold of the edge of the sink to keep yourself steady as relief washed over you.
“Yes, I’m so glad to hear your voice. I just wanted to call and see how you guys were.” It was weird, something you never did.
“We’re okay, is everything alright? You seem quite worked up.” You didn’t want them to panic, biting down on your lip you silently debated for a few seconds before responding.
“Everything’s fine dad, just wanted to check in.”
“Alright, well I’m glad you made it safe and you’re okay. I miss you already. I have to get back to work but I’ll give you a call later once you’ve settled in, okay?” You felt reassured, at least for a little while. You were going to hold him to that phone call. You hung up after saying bye and looked down at the new message that came through.
⇰ Thought you could get rid of me just like that?
⇰ Don’t be so sure.
Your stomach dropped, you flushed the toilet and stepped out of the bathroom. Walking slowly and trying to find your way around the house. You had never been here, extended family seemed to always travel to your house but you guessed that after the kids all grew up it wasn’t worth the money and hassle anymore. You admired the photos of your cousin in frames around the house, some with you in them. You managed to find yourself in the kitchen, everyone chatting away about some drama going on in your cousins college.
You tried your best to focus and join the conversation but you were uneasy. Mind elsewhere.
“Where is my room if you don’t mind me asking?” You politely butted into the conversation, your aunt getting you to follow her down the hallway and towards the room next to the bathroom.
“Its just this one here, we’ve already put your stuff in here. The drawers are empty and so is the closet so make yourself at home.” Home. Although it was temporary it was still going to be your home for a little while. You missed your old room, before it had been tainted. She left you to unpack your things and give you time to settle in. Dinner would be coming along shortly and you weren’t even sure if you could stomach anything right now.
You glanced down at the message again. Don’t be so sure. What was that supposed to mean? Was he here already? Was he watching you right now? You looked around the room paranoid, checking lamps, mirrors, cupboards. Anywhere there could be cameras or microphones hidden. It was stupid but you felt a little safer by doing so.
You couldn’t lie to yourself though, something about Ghostface wanting you so bad he followed you was arousing in a sense. Like a piece of chewing gum that was stuck to your shoe. Always with you.
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After dinner the family liked to sit and talk at the table, but they let you head to bed early after the long day you had. You were grateful, thanking everyone for dinner and helping you out for the day. You had showered quickly, there was no detachable shower head here. Pity. You felt weird sliding into the unfamiliar bed, the sheets felt cold and different from yours. You tried your best to make yourself cozy though, setting up your laptop on the mattress next to you and putting on a movie.
Something to just help you switch your mind off, to help you ease into sleep. It wasn’t that hard to get to sleep surprisingly, you managed to drift off pretty soon after your movie started playing. It was when you woke up four hours later though that made your first night difficult. Your throat was parched, you reached instinctively for your water bottle to not find it on your nightstand. You weren’t home anymore, you wiggled out from the covers and tried your best to walk quietly out to the kitchen.
Hoping you weren’t making too much noise as you grabbed a glass and filled it with water. Walking slowly back to your bedroom and closing the door. You noticed on your way in that there was only the bathroom next to your room. It seemed any of the other rooms were on the other end of the house. You didn’t mind it really, it made you feel more comfortable actually.
You sat in bed, flicking through random social media on your phone when it buzzed again. He knew you were awake.
⇰ Miss me yet?
You ignored it, flicking the message away and trying your best to push it to the back of your mind.
⇰ I know you miss me.
⇰ I know how much you miss this cock.
⇰ Burying deep inside you as I spill my seed.
⇰ You’re such a cockslut.
⇰ You love it filling you up in every way.
⇰ Fucking answer me cockslut.
⇰ Answer me or ill fucking kill your parents before you can even warn them.
You broke, finally opening the messages that kept harassing you. Fingers dancing over the keyboard in hesitancy.
How could he be here and at your house at the same time? You thought about it for a second, thinking about how to respond.
What do you want?
Your reply was short and right to the point, you were sick of playing his games.
⇰ I think you know sweetheart.
You knew exactly just from that message alone what he wanted.
No, I’m not doing this anymore with you. I’m done okay?
You knew he would continued to threat and push until you broke but you weren’t going down without a fight. You wanted to test your theory to really see if he had followed you or not.
⇰ We’re not done, til I say we’re done.
⇰ You fucking understand me?
⇰ I’ll keep using you until I’m ready to kill you.
Your cheeks burned crimson, in a good way? You weren’t too sure. How could such vile words work you up like this?
You won’t, you would’ve killed me ages ago if you really wanted me dead.
I think you’re just a loser who can’t get any girls so he had to harass and manipulate one into getting what he wants.
His text bubble jumped a few times, like he was trying to figure out how to respond. You took the opportunity of having him stunned to write more. Seeing if you could get under his skin.
You think I like you? You’re out of your fucking mind.
You’re a sick, pathetic nobody who has to hide behind a mask to get what he wants.
You had to admit it, you felt powerful. Like you had reclaimed yourself again. The text bubble started again, watching and waiting to see his response.
⇰ Don’t fucking test me slut.
⇰ You’re gonna regret saying any of that.
⇰ I’ll make sure of it.
And he stopped. You weren’t sure if you should try and have the last word but you didn’t want to keep entertaining him. This was still all a game to him, and your plan of a power play was working for now. You at least could sleep easier tonight.
The next morning you were woken up by knocking on your door, your aunts voice muffled through it but you could basically make out what she was saying. Your first day, well not really. But you had to go get enrolled into your new school. It was a little worrying how different it was all going to be here for you. But you were going to try and make it work. It was definitely a slower morning than you wanted it to be, feeling uneasy about making your way around the bathroom.
Worried if you used the wrong toothpaste, too much toothpaste, too much water for the shower, too much shampoo. It was all daunting on you that you were suddenly a stranger in this house. You didn’t know the rules or how things worked, at least at home you took care of your own really.
You made your way into the kitchen once you were satisfied with your outfit. The smell of toast bringing a warm and fuzzy feeling to your chest. It was what home was supposed to smell like. And you began to feel a bit better again.
“So, big day huh Y/n?” Your eyes met your uncles who had asked you.
“Yeah, kinda nervous honestly.” You chuckled a little, anxious about your upcoming day ahead of you.
“You’ll be fine, the school here is lovely. Its a little bit different than what you’ll be used to.” You wondered what she meant by that, her tone laced a certain way it made you question it a bit.
You brushed it off for now but kept it in the back of your mind. After breakfast you headed out to the car, the mornings were colder here than you expected and you immediately regretted not grabbing a jumper to throw on. The drive felt short, probably because it was. The school wasn’t what you were expecting, it seemed bigger, fancier even. It had this old style to it like it had been here for a long time and they just continued to upgrade onto the original build.
Stepping out of the car you felt a little nauseas, nerves kicking in seeing students walking around and chatting away with one another. The first thing that caught your eye, their uniforms. It was weird seeing it really, you mentally cursed at the idea of it. Of course it had to be uniforms. You sighed internally, following your aunt who was speaking gibberish about the school to you that you were blocking out.
You walked into the building, holding your head low to avoid staring eyes on you. You walked down a hallway before getting to the receptionist office, walking in and an older lady sat behind the desk typing away on her computer. She looked up and greeted you with a small smile on her face, pushing her big frames back on her nose.
“Hello, we have an appointment with Principal Loomis.” What a weird name. She quickly dialled on her phone, holding the phone to her ear and quietly muttering a few words.
“You can head on in.” She said and you followed suit. You walked in and saw a fairly older woman sat behind the desk.
“Hello, welcome to Woodlands College. I’m Principal Loomis, have a seat.” You both sat in the leather burgundy seats in front of her desk, a shiny silver plaque with her title and name written on it at the front of her desk.
“So, Y/n. I hear you’re transferring all the way from Jetson High?” You smiled shyly, already feeling your nerves set in.
“Well, we hope you’ll enjoy yourself here at Woodlands, we are a very high educational institution and we focus on helping our students develop into intelligent, goal setting, extraordinary adults who are ready to take on the outside world.” So what she was really saying was that they were expecting you to obey every single rule in their book and if you deter from it then you’ll probably get put in the dungeon. You bit back a smile as you laughed at your inner thoughts.
“So I took the liberty of getting your school records from Jetson, it seems you have had a good grade average for the last few semesters of your school but I can see a start of decline dating back almost two months ago. I’m guessing thats when the incidents started happening?” She emphasised the words, trying to tread carefully. You weren’t that surprised the news had made it out here, it was almost everywhere at this point with the amount of victims he had stacked up.
“Yes, I am dedicated to turning things around though and getting myself back on track.” You managed to find your voice, although it was still meek.
“Wonderful! Alright, well I’ll have out head of student body conduct a small tour around our grounds and facilities. If you have anymore questions do feel free to contact Darlene our receptionist and she’ll be happy to answer them. Did you have any questions for me directly before I let you go?” She was well spoken, a good sense of maturity to her despite her young appearance.
“No, I think I’ll be alright.” You nodded, she stood to her feet and got the door for you both. Your eyes fell on to a student, she was very short to be a senior. Hair tied back into a slick ponytail and uniform presented crisp and perfect.
“Nadine, this is Y/n and her aunt. If you would so kindly show them around, start with the classrooms first and make your way from there. Thank you.” You smiled at the girl, she offered one back. It didn’t feel quite as genuine though.
“Please follow me.” And you did, she led you through each and every classroom. Talking about the curriculum and expectations, they were very demanding on high results. You were a little worried you might not be cut out for this place. She led you through the library, the cafeteria, the gym, it felt never-ending. Your aunt was asking lots of questions on your behalf, times classes ends, what studies they offer, anything and everything.
It was finally almost lunch time when the tour was over, you thanked the girl and left with your aunt. She seemed more excited than you for this place, which didn’t surprise you. It was a big part of her personality.
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Your first day. Scary. You’d rather see Ghostface again than face the first day at a new school. It was gonna be hell.
You stood there, fresh out of the shower staring at it. Your uniform, they had it posted to you within the day after your aunt gave them your sizes. You hated every bit about it, the white button up blouse, the outdated just-above-the-knee plaid skirt. The horrible striped tie with the school colours. You felt ridiculous putting it on, looking at yourself in the mirror and wondering if you could just run away back home. Back to your normal like where Ghostface would pop up in and out of constantly.
⇰ Have a good first day doll.
It was like he was in your mind, sending you the message first thing this morning. You ran your fingers through your hair, styling it to suit the ugly uniform that did not flatter your skin tone. Too late to back out now. You put your shoes on and made your way to the kitchen to, the smell of waffles. It seemed breakfast was a family event in this household.
“Excited for your first day?” Your aunt asked, a big grin plastered on her face. You faked your smile, inside you were dying to go back to bed. Dropping out sounded good.
“Juice?” She asked holding the glass jug up and a glass cup in her other hand. You nodded in response.
“We’ll be off in ten minutes, I’m just going to get into something less dirty and put some perfume on.” She pulled at the bottom of her shirt, showing the stains of flour, egg and sugar on it before walking down to her room. Oh gosh, not the soapy perfume. You cringed at the smell, knowing she used way too much of it for it to be legal. You would just have to try and not choke on it if you could help it.
As if she was a robot with a tight schedule, you left ten minutes later right on the dot. She shuffled her shoes on and got in the car. The drive was way shorter this time, your mind elsewhere and before you knew it she was pulling up in the drop off bay. You gripped ahold of your skirt, tight fabric between your fingers. She noticed your tense body that sat there.
“Hey, you’ll be okay. Its not as bad as you think, I’m sure today will be fine.” Why didn’t you believe her? Was it your own mind or her lying to you? Either way you didn’t have time to think before she was encouraging you out of the vehicle and leaving you there. You thought about turning around and walking out of the gates, eyes scanning different groups of people standing around. Some taking notice of the new-comer. Small town.
You held onto the strap of your bag, as if to ease yourself in some way. You began slowly walking to the front entrance, hoping that you would remember the way to the reception. Luckily you did, or you might as well have not turned up for the day. You were given your schedule and other documentation. Some to fill out, some to give to teachers and some to take home and give to your aunt.
Already ten minutes in to your new school, and you were overwhelmed. Not remembering where a single classroom was. You locked eyes with familiar ones, Nadine. Same hairstyle and freshly pressed uniform. She strided towards you with such confidence, no one she was head of the student body here. She sure acted like it.
“Hi Y/n, how are you finding things? Anything I can be assistance of?” You were stunned at her maturity in how she spoke. Like a copy and paste of your principal really.
“Just a little lost. Where is homeroom?” You asked sheepishly, feeling a little bad that you clearly weren’t one of them.
“You’ll be in my homeroom. Walk with me.” She made sure to stay by your side, letting you not feel left behind. It was actually comforting considering how insane everything seemed. There were more students in the halls than when you visited, no one was in class yet.
“Is the school always this busy?” You asked, eyeing off all the students surrounding the main hallway with their lockers open and books stacked up completely. She led you to a locker that opened right away, empty.
“This is your locker, then combination is changed every three months for security reasons. Your combination should be on your personal forms under ‘school property responsibilities’. You glanced down at the stack of papers in your hands, shuffling through to find the one she was talking about. You folded the page in half and placed it in your pocket for now, knowing you’ll probably be needing it for a bit before you could memorise it.
You slid your strap off your shoulder, putting it into the locker along with the papers you had been given except your schedule.
“You’ll have homeroom with me, then you’ll find your next classes below with timestamps and locations written on them. If you flip the page over you’ll see the map here. So the front entrance is here which is where you started and its basically a walk through from there. So your next class after homeroom will be ancient history with Mr. Macher, then you have calculus with Mrs. Prescott and then we break for 15 minutes. This will give you time to swap out books for your next classes and socialise.” It was like she spoke in tongues, none of this making any sense to you but you tried your best to follow along.
When the bell rang it was weird, almost like a tune that was on the tip of your tongue. It was different from just your standard bell ring at your old school.
“Time for homeroom.” She began walking with you, a few more feet down and you were at Room 3-A. Homeroom. You filed in with the other students, taking a seat at one of the separated desks and sitting down. Nadine taking the seat behind you.
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The day seemed to go by slower than you’d hoped. Every class felt like a maze and other students weren’t as helpful with directions. They seemed to speak to you as if you had been here for a while. Some people were nice, some weren’t as nice and others just seemed to keep to themselves. You were happy when the day finally came to its end, although you felt you spent most of your day confused.
You were’t looking forward to tomorrow. Your aunt was already waiting in the pick up bay for you, hand held out the window waving excitedly. You basically ran to the car, wishing you had a moment of privacy to completely break down. You didn’t want her to see you so upset.
“How was your first day!? Was it amazing? Did you make some friends?” All questions you didn’t want to answer, but you knew if you didn’t try to keep up your charade she would become concerned and that was something you didn’t want to deal with.
“Yeah it was good. Yeah I made a couple.” As if on que, your phone buzzed.
⇰ Liar, liar, pants on fire. Or should I say, skirt?
You blushed at his message, your aunt noticing your weird sudden mood change.
“Everything okay?” She asked, you snapped your head towards her in panic and locked your phone and placed it in your lap.
“Yep. Just realised that I have I forgot one of my books.” You played it off as best as you could.
“Oh well I can wait a little longer if you want to run in and grab it.” Great, now you had to play into the lie somehow.
“It’s alright, I don’t need it urgently. Just wanted to get a head start on homework.” She pulled out of the space and drove home. The drive was easier at least, and you were going back home where you could sit in your room and try and not want to run away. You said a small hello to your uncle as you entered the house, ushering to your room as quickly as possible and sitting down on your bed.
At least you had a space to relax and not be bothered in. You laid back on the bed, letting your body melt into the mattress as you let yourself unravel from your day mentally. Your phone hummed against the fabric once again. You brought it to your face, scanning over the new message.
⇰ God I wanna fuck you so bad rn.
It was from a new number, but you knew it was him still. You were hesitant to call the number, but you were curious to see if he would pick up as well. You pressed dial, waiting for him to answer the call.
“Hello.” His voice rasped through the phone, your knees feeling a little weak at the deepness of the voice. Your breath hitched in your throat for a few seconds, swallowing hard.
“Your number changed.” You breathed, hearing a small ‘mmm’ come from him on his end. It sounded so erotic like he was pleased with your statement.
“It did. Or maybe I’m not who you think I am.” Your stomach dropped at his words, oh no. Not another one.
“Why are you all doing this to me? What is it about me that seems to peek your interest? I don’t want to be apart of this anymore.” You were pleading to him, hoping that maybe a different person meant a different kind of treatment almost. Maybe he was more understanding?
“Because if I can’t have you, no one can.” The classic stalker line buzzed in your ears, and you felt tight in your stomach as your body tried to decipher whether it was terrified or turned on. The dampness of your panties was very telling, but you didn’t want him knowing that.
“If I give myself to you, will you leave me alone and let me live in peace?” You knew he wasn’t going to go for it, but it didn’t hurt to try. He was quiet, like he was actually considering your request.
“No. But, give yourself in to me, and I’ll make sure you stay mine and only mine.” You had to admit, it wasn’t what you wanted but it was still better than being shared around like some used up toy. You really had to think, he wasn’t going to stop and if you said no then who knows what would happen the next time Ghostface popped back up in person. What he would do, what they would do. Goosebumps formed on your skin, every hair seemed to be standing up in place as you tried to swallow your pride.
“Deal.” You felt betrayed saying it, like one part of you was fighting with the other. He chuckled darkly, and hung up. You sat in silence now, thinking about what was to come. You had no clue when he would turn up, what he would do. All you could do now, was wait.
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“Class dismissed.” After a full week you were beginning to finally settle in to your new school. Classes were still difficult to keep up in, you felt so behind in everything. Your teachers instructed that you attend an after-school study today in room 7-C. Or was it 17-C? Or 7-D? You weren’t really paying any attention and Nadine wasn’t around to help give you the answer.
The final bell had gone and everyone was racing to their lockers to leave, you pulled the folded piece of paper from your pocket and read your combination while trying to put it in. It took four tries before you finally got it. Something you were still trying to get the hang of. You grabbed what you needed for the study group and turned your schedule over to show you the map. Why did there have to be so many classrooms?
You began looking into each classroom, opening the door and poking your head in to see if anyone was in there. Teachers also desperate to get home, seemed to all have disappeared without a trace. You continued to walk down the hall in the opposite direction everyone seemed to be heading. There was no one else heading to this thing?
You kept checking rooms, some locked so you couldn’t actually check them as you went along. You got to room 7-C, one of the rooms you thought it was in. You opened it, sticking your head around the corner and muttering a small hello. Empty. You closed the door, moving down to the next room just across the hall. 7-D. Poking your head in again, it was empty but you thought you saw someone out of the corner of your eye. You stepped in on instinct, thinking it must be a teacher. Your eyes widened as they met the tall figure.
He was fit, muscles basically tattooed all over him. Broad and much different from the others you had encountered. The signature Ghostface mask on, his cloak fitted to his body showing each and every curve of himself. You made a dash for the door, his movements were towards you quickly like he knew exactly what your plan already was. But the door had been locked, whether by someone or he had planned it out somehow. You stepped back and away from him, the backs on your thighs bumping in to the corners of desks.
It hurt and you knew it would bruise, but your mind was a little more focused on staying alive right now. He worked his way towards you slowly, cornering you against the back wall. He almost leapt at you, pushing his body against yours so it was stuck between the two. He had you now.
“Poor, defenceless, lost lamb. Can’t even find a fucking study group to save your life.” His words were piercing, mocking towards you.
“Guess I’m gonna have to teach you a lesson.” He laughed at his play on of words, you couldn’t care less. He grabbed ahold of you, pushing you against the nearest desk and bending you over it. A throaty rumble coming from his throat as he hiked your skirt up over your ass. Exposing your lacy undergarments to him. You knew his day was going to come, you just didn’t expect it so soon and so public too. His leather glove came down hard on your ass you yelped a little louder than you expected, the stinging sensation only adding more moisture to your panties.
He hit again. And again, alternating cheeks like some sort of game to see which one would turn red first. He noticed how your knees buckled against one another and your thighs rubbed together. Your underwear almost dripping with excitement. He ran his hand over the material and you quietly jolted at the sudden feeling.
“So wet already for me, such a good girl.” His voice dripped with lust, his touch sending electricity through you. His fingers wrapped into the lace that covered your core, pulling them to the side and eyes entranced on you. You could feel yourself pulsing with desire to be touched, to be filled. You hated how much you enjoyed this. He pushed a digit in, letting out a guttural sigh as he did that made you weak.
“So fucking warm, lets see how you react when I add another.” You squirmed at the sensation of another finger sliding its way through your folds and into your hot cunt. The sounds sickening but music to his ears. You whimpered, wondering how long he was going to continue with his torturous pace. He began ever so slightly curling his fingers inside you, pressing against the plush tissue on your walls. You were really getting loud now.
“Tell me how it feels doll.” You weren’t sure what he wanted you to say, your mind sat on it for too long leading him to deliver a hard ‘smack’ to your ass again. You yelped louder this time, his hand coming down harder than he had before.
“Good, it feels good.” You managed to let out, humiliation starting to really sink in now. You should know by now that they were all the same. They all wanted the same thing from you. Wanted you to validate their actions towards you, and how you felt about it.
“I bet you’re just aching to feel me. You want my cock dolly?” You nodded your head in response, before quickly following up with a breathless ‘yes please’ to keep him happy. He withdrew his fingers, you almost cried at the loss of sensation in your hole. He worked quickly on his pants, pulling out his erect cock and moving to face you.
“Get on your knees.” You did what he asked you to do, eyes trained up on him as you dropped onto the cool wooden flooring.
“Open your mouth doll.” He held your chin in his hand, keeping your face tilted up towards him as he guided his tip towards your lip. Rubbing his salty arousal over them before pushing through and groaning at the feeling of your hot mouth around him. Sucking, licking and rubbing along his base. His head fell back in relief, gloved digits twisting your hair into a pony as forcing your movements along his shaft. Rapid and quick to meet his thrusts as he used your mouth like a free pussy.
“Keep going doll, suck me fucking harder.” He pushed to the back of your throat, feeling you choke around him uncomfortably. Eyes beginning to water at the pressure, you pulled back on reflex. You did as he said, hollowing your cheeks for a more pressurised feeling around him. He continued to snap his hips, chasing a high he so desperately wanted. You had brought him right to the edge of his orgasm when he ripped himself away from your mouth, a thin rope of saliva attached to the tip of him to your bottom lip before falling onto your exposed thighs.
“I’m not cumming yet, gonna wait for the big finale for that one.” Your cheeks were flushed, red and burning for more of him.
“Get on the desk.” He pointed to the teachers desk at the front of the classroom, following closely behind you as you stood to your feet and did as he said, you sat back, feet planted on the edges and knees apart. Exposing yourself to his gaze that seemed stuck on you.
“Fuck, you’re pussy looks so hungry for me doll.” He reached into his cloak, your breathing picked up as you began to panic if he was pulling a knife. Instead out came zip ties and yours eyes bulged.
“What are those for?” You asked, voice as quiet as a mouse.
“Lets find out.” He cocked his head to the side, striding over to you. You fought back a little, struggling as he gripped ahold of you and used his body weight to hold you down on the desk. He wrapped it around your wrists and pulled tight to the point the plastic dug into your skin painfully.
“Please, you don’t have to do that.” You whimpered, his body pulled back and holding your knees spread in a firm grip.
“Have to? Doll, I want to.” His cock was sitting just against you, he looked down and pushed the lacy garment to the side. Holding himself in his other hand and lining up against you, running his tip up and down through your folds. He liked seeing your reaction, head dropping back as you waited to be filled. Waiting for him to stop this torture. He waited for the right moment, the moment to take you by surprise. And he slammed himself in without warning.
You loudly gasped as the feeling, body jolting with and pressed against him as he began fucking you relentlessly. Hearing you yell out curses over and over again as he pounded into you, finding all your secret spots and working them against you. You came over and over again, your number almost at double digits when he pulled out. Admiring how his cocked dripped with your juices onto the floor. Knowing someone would have to clean up your mess.
“Sit down on me doll.” He took a seat in the leather chair behind the desk, legs spread and thighs calling your name in every language it seemed as he patted them. His gloves hitting his jeans and making a loud smacking noise that echoed through the room. You did as he asked, walking towards him with your hands still suck behind your back. He turned you around, guiding you to sit down on him. When he was all the way in, he grabbed the backs of your knees. Pulling them over the arm rests of the chair before he began thrusting again.
The new position hitting all kinds of spots that made your toes curl and knuckles turn white. One hand came up the back of you, grabbing ahold of the back of your neck and pulling your ear towards his face.
“Is this what you fucking like? Being fucked senseless until you’re cunt can’t take anymore? I’ll make sure you don’t walk for weeks after I’m done with you.” You gripped him hard at the filthy words, he moaned loudly at the feeling.
“Like it when I tell you what a fucking whore you are huh? Want me to fuck this pussy of yours until it’s dripping with my cum. My mark.” You continued pulsating and gripping him, his thrusts keeping slower but harder as he relished in it.
“I want you to cum with me doll, I wanna feel you squeezing me while I full you up. Fill you up with so much cum your body won’t know what to do with it. Mmm, fuck—“ his hips continued to plow hard and sloppy now as he got closer to his own high, your orgasm coming in quicker than you imagined. He groaned deeply through his chest, the vibrations against you causing you to call out more filthy words as you worked through your finish. His cock was stuck inside you, a faint heartbeat from the base thudding against your walls.
“Let’s do this again doll. Next time, I want you wearing nothing under that little skirt of yours.” You felt yourself tense at his words, almost excited for it to happen again. He cut your hands free with a knife you guessed was hidden. He made quick work of stuffing himself away and leaving without another word to you. You could feel his warm thickness oozing out of you now, running down your leg. You opened the drawers to the desk, shuffling around to find some tissues to clean yourself up with.
You looked down at your wrists, sore and red and aching at being held together with cable ties. You fixed yourself up and left, heading home to give yourself a much needed shower to wash away this whole thing from your mind.
After you were cleaned up and tucked away in bed your phone buzzed and you didn’t need to be Sherlock to know who it was.
⇰ See you soon, doll
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Part 6 - COMING SOON
“What’s your favorite scary movie…?”
JENNA ORTEGA as TARA CARPENTER Scream (2022) | dir. Matt Bettinelli-Olpin & Tyler Gillett
