ethan controlling readers vibrator and making her cum over and over again until she’s an overstimulated babbling mess
"no, no" ethan takes your aching jaw in his hand, forcing your eyes away from the ceiling and back onto his cynical grin. "look at me, look at me, there we go, there's a good girl," he says, painting away your tacky ears with a brush of his thumb.
you're a sniffling mess, lashes heavy with exaggerated tears as ethan wipes away the remaining tears that have slipped over your jaw. your hands lay limply around the wrist that dotes so lovingly at your lips now, pushing past them until two long fingers prod at the back of your throat, kissing it in greeting.
"now tell me what's the matter, huh? why you so sad?" he rolls the head of the vibrator higher up, drawing back the hood of your clit so that the intense thrum churns directly against it.
you groan, throat dry and in need of water, back lilting off the mattress until your balmy belly meets his. "no moving, no moving," he croons, his kisses wet and hot as he seals them across your cheekbones. "stay still, and you'll get what you want. that's what you want, isn't it, to cum?"
your answer means nothing to him as your grip grows firmer around his wrist, trying to budge it away to speak when it drops, a gentle weight, against your throat.
your complaint is a broken, whiny coo when he swirls the vibrator in tight, controlled circles against your quivering button. your drooling hole wets his dorm bed's sheets as it seeps viscerally from you, nipples hard and eager as ethan's forearm drags against them with every movement.
ethan smirks again, perspirant curls dropping over his eyes and darkening the already-black irises. "tell me. use your words." he seethes, pushing the words out from behind clenched teeth, dropping the device so he can easily shove two crooked fingers into your weepy cunt, silencing your woes with a sloppy kiss against your mouth.
you cry out into his mouth, hips swiveling again as another climax teases you in your periphery, and ethan scoffs into your mouth, suckling your slick bottom lip into his own. "oh yeah, atta girl, you got it. tell me how much you want it." he pushes in deeper, the heel of his hand hard and firm against your clit. "tell me how much of a whore you are."
summary: your boyfriend being ghostface wasn’t exactly how you planned this relationship to go. but how far would you go to protect the man you love?
warnings: major character death, stabbing, minor gore, injuries, angst
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You were cornered, trapped in the old movie theater with Sam and Tara. The smell of mildew filled your senses with each panicked breath you took. Everything had happened so fast. Chad had been stabbed so many times you were sure he was dead. You didn’t even have time to mourn your best friend, because Ghostface was still after you. How could Kirby have done all of this? Why? You still couldn’t wrap your head around it.
“Stay the fuck back!”
“We know it’s you, Kirby!”
Ethan and Mindy still hadn’t shown up yet. They were probably dead too. Your stomach sank into a swirling pit at the thought. Kirby had taken everything from you. You didn’t even know who you were without Ethan. How were you supposed to live the rest of your life without him?
“How could you?!” you yelled at her, edging closer to Sam and Tara, seeking safety within your friends.
Kirby looked confused, blood trickling down her forehead from a fresh wound. The gun in her hands shook from how hard she was trembling.
“No, one of them knocked me out,” you didn’t hear the rest of her explanation, the sound of the theater doors creaking open behind you pulled your attention away. Detective Bailey ran inside, his gun aimed at Kirby.
“Kirby, stop! Get away from them!”
The next few moments were a blur. The gun went off, your hands instinctively covering your ears. Kirby fell to the ground. You all turned to look at Bailey, Sam’s glare hardening as she realized he was Ghostface. They were talking, but you didn’t hear a word they said, your ears still ringing from the gunshot. Two people walked up behind him, both wearing Ghostface costumes. There were three of them?
You watched as one of them removed their mask. Suddenly, you couldn’t breathe. The ringing in your ears faded, but you still couldn’t hear, the sound of your heart pounding thrumming dull in your ears. The sight of your own boyfriend standing there with a bloody knife in his hand, you couldn’t think and the word shocked didn’t even begin to describe how you were feeling.
How could Ethan do this? He had always seemed so perfect. Surely it couldn’t all have been an act, right? The whole time this had been going on, you never suspected him. Not once. It had seemed so unfathomable. You had been so sure he was harmless.
He wouldn’t look at you. The whole time Bailey was ranting, Ethan didn’t look at you. Not once. Had it all been a lie? Maybe you really were just a means to an end, a way for him to get closer to Sam and Tara. You couldn’t read his face. For the first time in your relationship, you had no idea what he was thinking. A million questions spun around in your head, but for some reason the only one you could focus on was: did he ever really love me?
You watched in horror as Ethan slashed at Sam’s arm. You barely ducked out of the way in time, slinking away as the fight ensued. Hiding in a corner, you watched as Ethan and Quinn chased after Sam and Tara. The squelching sound of metal cutting flesh made your stomach churn. You couldn’t look. You didn’t know how they hadn’t spotted you yet, but you knew you wouldn’t last long in a fight like this. Sam and Tara could handle themselves, they didn’t need you.
Tara was slipping, her hand desperately gripping the railing as she dangled over the edge. Ethan stood below her, holding his knife out, awaiting Tara’s fall so he could stab her. But you saw something he didn’t. Sam handed her a knife. Tara was going to hurt him. You don’t know why you cared. Ethan had hurt so many people, maybe he deserved to be stopped. But, he was still your boyfriend. And you had no idea why, but part of you still loved him.
You were up and moving before your mind could catch up to what you were doing. Tara fell right onto Ethan’s knife with a sickening squelch. She raised her knife, but before she could plunge it into Ethan, you tackled her, knocking her off of him and the knife out of her hand.
“Stop!”
Tara struggled beneath you. “What’re you doing?! Get off!”
You forced her down, barely keeping control over her. Tara was stronger than she looked. “I can’t let you hurt him!”
“You can’t really still love him after knowing what he did,” Tara said, almost pushing you off. “You don’t have to help, but you need to let me do this.”
You shoved her back down, your free hand reaching out for the knife she dropped. “I won’t let you kill him.”
You wrapped your fingers around the knife handle, grasping in tightly. You pulled it back, stabbing Tara in the neck. She tried to push you off, but it was no use. Her strength slowly faded as she choked on her own blood. You choked on your tears as you watched her die.
You looked down at your hands in shock, Tara’s blood coating them. You scampered off of her, panic flowing through you. You couldn’t catch your breath. Tara was dead. You killed your own best friend to protect your boyfriend, and you weren’t even sure if he actually liked you. Your hands trembled. Arms wrapped around you from behind, you tried to fight them off, but you weren’t strong enough.
“Stop. It’s me.”
Ethan’s voice. You stopped fighting, letting him hold you. Your body instinctually leaned into him, as if it suddenly forgot everything you just learned. How could a murderer still make you feel so safe?
“Ethan…” your voice trembled.
You looked over at him. There was blood on him and your stomach sank when you realized it was his.
“Is it true? Did you really do it?” You choked on your words. You couldn’t even bring yourself to say the word murder, the idea of your awkward boyfriend killing people still feeling so inconceivable.
Ethan nodded, the crazed look on his face gone. He started to look like the boy you knew. But the more you thought about it, you never really knew him at all. You just knew the version of him that he decided to show you.
You bit your lip hard to force back your encroaching tears until the taste of your own blood filled your mouth. You knew what you had to ask him, but you were terrified of the answer.
“How much of it was real? Do you even love me?”
Ethan’s gloved hand gripped yours tightly, your friends’ blood staining your skin. You should’ve been nauseous, but the feeling of him holding you so tightly gave you butterflies.
“All of it. I never lied about how I felt for you. I love you so much and I never wanted to hurt you. I’m so sorry.”
“Then why did you?”
You flinched at the sound of another gunshot, this time a bullet whizzed by you, barely missing your head. Ethan pulled you out of the way just in time. You looked around, panicked, trying to find out where it came from.
Sam, still standing on the balcony, glared down at you, a cold and detached look in her eyes. She must’ve seen you kill Tara. And you knew Sam, she wasn’t the type of person to let someone get away with hurting her family.
“Look, I’ll explain everything to you later. I promise. But it’s not safe for you here.”
Ethan pulled you up to your feet, his arm tightening around your waist to make sure you stayed with him. Before you could even take a step, you heard Sam scream before she fell over the balcony. You flinched as she landed next to you, a knife embedded deep in her back. She must’ve used her last bullet on you, leaving her vulnerable to Quinn. Sam and Tara were dead, and it was all your fault.
“Oh my god…” you whimpered, your hands clinging to Ethan tighter.
“It’s okay. I’m getting you out of here.”
You didn’t get very far before you heard footsteps approaching you from behind.
“Ethan, stop! What’re you doing?”
It was Bailey. You tensed up, holding Ethan tightly, terrified his dad would kill you. Ethan turned around, still holding you against him.
“I won’t let you kill them. They’re not a part of this.”
Bailey shook his head dismissively, already reaching for his gun. “You know we have to. We can’t leave any witnesses.”
“I agreed to help you kill everyone involved with Richie’s death, they weren’t there. This has nothing to do with them.” Ethan pulled you closer to him. If Bailey tried to shoot you, he would hit Ethan too. “They killed Tara to protect me. They won’t turn us in, you don’t have to do this.”
Before Bailey could speak again, Quinn interrupted. “It’s true. I saw it.”
Reluctantly, Bailey put his gun back in the holster. “Fine. But if they try anything—,” Bailey started before you cut him off.
“I won’t, I promise.”
Bailey sighed. “Alright. You three get out of here, the cops will be here soon. I’ll deal with it.”
Quinn walked away, headed off to the hospital to make sure Mindy and Gale were dead. You and Ethan lingered near the entrance of the theater for a few moments longer.
“Thank you, for not letting your dad kill me,” you said softly, your hand holding Ethan’s tightly.
“I’m the one who should be thanking you. You saved my life.”
You winced at the memory, glancing down at your hands that were still covered in your best friend’s blood. Tara was dead, because of you. And yet, you still felt like you made the right decision. You could find another best friend, but no one could ever replace Ethan.
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title; instead of studying (Randy Meeks x fem!reader)
build a fic choices; 3) missionary, g) leaving scratches on their back and ꒰ 𓅨 ꒱ a fireplace-lit living room — from build an nsfw fic
warnings; established relationship, smut, minors do not interact!!!, p in v, creampie, soft sex, that’s it? (374 words)
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you and Randy were supposed to be studying, but that had long since been forgotten.
it had all happened quicker than either of you expected, but Randy was on top of you while the fire crackled opposite you both.
his hips rolled slow and deep, each ridge of his cock dragging along your walls just right as you moaned.
“i’ve got you love”
Randy murmured against your ear, giving a deeper thrust that had you moaning out beneath him.
your arms tightened around his neck, one hand on the back of his head while the other scratched across his back with every deep thrust he gave.
“fuck baby”
he groaned as your cunt fluttered around him, shifting his hips to hit that one spot that had you seeing stars.
his knees pressed into the couch as he deepened his thrusts, making you moan loud and lewd beneath him.
“Randy fuck!”
your nails scratched across his back again, causing his thrusts to falter and your cunt flutter around him.
he was already skyrocketing towards his climax and you both knew it.
Randy leaned in, kissing you hungrily and eagerly, hitting that one spot over and over, already sending you hurtling towards your climax.
his groans had grown needy, chasing his own high while your nails made another pass across his back.
“close sweetheart”
he murmured, kissing you again and muffling both of your moans as his thrusts continued.
you were first to topple over the edge, moaning loudly under him while your cunt clamped down around him, walls spasming rapidly with the force of your climax.
Randy groaned, your release soaking his cock and easing his thrusts as he chased his own high.
his thrusts had grown sloppy, each lewd thrust sending him closer and closer until he was following you over the edge.
he groaned into the crook of your neck, spilling himself into your warmth before he fell limp against you, his body blanketing his.
“that’s it, i’ve got you”
you whispered, combing your fingers through his hair as he settled against you.
Randy hummed, resting his head on your shoulder as he stayed against you, the warmth of the fire spreading through both of your bodies.
omg.. who is this? stu macher, guys!! seven minutes in heaven with my fav madman ;) nsfw !!!
a bit of fun to liven up your evening, then, eh? You lot settled in a circle: Billy, Sidney, Stu and you..
the empty vodka bottle spun across the carpet. stu was chuckling absently, his fingers excitedly clutching his knees as the bottle finally stopped, pointing right at you. Seven minutes in heaven, eh?
but you're crammed into this musty old cupboard where there's barely room to breathe, let alone anything else.
crammed into the tight space, he grinned like a giddy eight-year-old before a playstation. his hands grabbed your thighs, giggling, nuzzling your neck. "sweet…sweet, you're so sweet," he bit out, and you whimpered with pleasure, pressing your knee against his rising bulge. hope you lot can manage in seven minutes, eh?
he whined like a dog—tugging roughly and pinning you against the cupboard wall, playing with your breasts while thrusting into your backside, making it clear he wasn't here for a heart-to-heart.
there's barely anything to hold onto, really. just clothes and junk. his throbbing cock rubbed against your arse as if asking permission politely. "come on, sweetie, don't be quiet, there's probably not much time left..." sliding under your top, his fingers played with your hard nipples. he was like an impatient boy, as he himself would say, "with too delicate a soul to keep his hands to himself."
you just whined. that was the best "yes" he'd ever heard, honestly. gently parting your buns, he slobbered down your neck with the eagerness of a dog in heat, fucking your poor ass for nearly seven minutes, his cum dripping down your legs like juice.
he had extra time, god forgive him. he dropped between your legs, licking the cum like frosting off a pastry, still grinning like a mad bastard. under other circumstances, of course, you'd shove his tongue up his ass, but...
a/n: heyy y’all!! so this is part 2 of exceeded caution. a lot of it follows the actual movie because i needed set-up for ghostface. there’s still a lot of interaction between the reader + sam & tara but some of it is from the first 30 minutes of scream vi essentially.
a few days ago, sam was nowhere near the forefront of your mind. you had stayed with the group as they navigated their way through accepting that ghostface might be back.
you hadn't spoken to tara much, you felt like you wouldn't be any help to her. she didn't need her ex-girlfriend that she only dated out of convenience around her constantly.
instead, the other carpenter sister started to find solace in your presence.
you found yourself over quite a bit, you noticed that they valued strength in numbers. you even all set a rotation between the group for who would cook that week.
during your week to cook, sam insisted on joining you when grocery shopping. as you promised her that she wouldn't be alone, she mentally promised you the same thing.
"it's just a simple beef stroganoff recipe, sam. you really don't have to come." you smiled sheepishly as you pulled up outside her apartment, she was hopping into your passenger seat.
"ghostface won't let a grocery store stop him from taking lives." sam was firm in her words, you sighed in defeat and drove off towards the shops that were only a couple minutes away from her place. you wanted her to feel safe still.
she pushed the cart while you took ingredients off the shelves, mumbling to yourself as you chucked them in the cart.
"tara used to say your food was amazing. where did you learn to cook?" she asked you, you looked away from your list to smile at her.
"my mom, she's amazing at cooking. she gave up her career to support my dad and become a fulltime housewife." you explained. "i used to help her cook all the time."
"that's pretty cool. i find myself never having the time for new foods. i should probably get on that."
"i can teach you some. or make some for you, i like cooking for people." you shrugged, taking another ingredient off the shelves.
sam would normally decline if you were anyone else, but she felt the urge to accept.
"sure. that would be nice." she nodded at you.
sam had enjoyed you being around more often and getting to know you outside of tara. she even found herself calling you a friend.
or rather, she tried to keep it at friend. she was trying to hide the fact that she felt a pull to you, she didn't know how to explain it. although, one thing was sure, there was an element of guilt to it.
she wasn’t the only one feeling guilty. you felt almost dirty with how much you thought of sam. because of the frequency of your contact, you found yourself wanting to see her more.
was this against some form of girl code that you shouldn’t want to hang out with your ex’s sister?
“um… how are you?” she could see that you were nervous to ask her that. “i know you probably get asked that all the time but i never ask… and i want to know.”
“that’s fine. i figured you would get curious. you always seem to be.” sam commented.
“is curiosity bad?” you teased a little, noting her phrasing.
“no! not at all.” she perked up, shaking her head.
“don’t worry sam, i’m joking.” you realised that the carpenter sisters weren’t used to bantering with someone they weren’t extremely close to— or someone they didn’t love.
“right.” she bit her lip. “but no? it’s not bad at all.” she chuckled. “but i’m… not okay?”
you nodded, respecting her answer and silently thanking her for being honest.
“i hoped that we would escape this when we moved. and i’ve been doing everything to protect tara but it didn’t end for sidney prescott— so i assume that it won’t end for us.” she scratched her brow, the stress getting to her. “i’m sorry you got involved.”
“it’s okay, sam. i knew what i was getting into when i dated tara.” you nodded. “if it happened again, i already knew i’d stick around.”
“that’s admirable.”
you felt your heart clench a little when she said that. nobody had ever told you that your desire to stick around was admirable. you always got “clingy” or “overbearing.” that was the first time you’d ever gotten a compliment on it.
“oh! um… thank you.” you stuttered out, a blush flooding your cheeks. you knew that sam meant it too, she wasn’t just saying it to make you feel better. she was genuinely saying it.
“it’s true.” it was.
you tried to push your flustered down into the depths of your mind as you struggled to reach the top shelf with the last of your ingredients. you were definitely taller than tara— everyone was. but not tall enough to face this eight layered shelf.
sam was.
sam was taller. and she made that perfectly clear when she basically pressed up behind you to grab this damn dijon mustard for you.
oh no… oh no… you had to stop those thoughts. you had turned around too quickly, basically coming chest to chest with the girl. she didn’t seem to mind— and you refused to mind.
you had never been this close to her before. your eyes trailed over all her features, taking them in. she looked just like tara… maybe that’s whats got your heart beating at the speed of light.
but she wasn’t tara. no, she was sam. and you found that to be what sealed the deal for you.
you found her pretty.
you remained silent as you finished off the last of the ingredient collection. you walked over to the self check-out, scanning the items as the blush continued to make its presence known as sam hovered.
you shuffled some things around in your pocket to try and find your card but before you knew it, sam was paying for your groceries.
“what—“ you tried to protest but the transaction had gone through already.
sam didn’t know what overcame her.
it was her way of taking care of you.
it was even her way of apologising to you.
"sam, you didn't have to do that." you shook your head at her.
"my treat, i didn't get to cook for everyone so this is my way of contributing." she shook you off. you knew that was a lie because mindy sent you a photo of meals you missed, one being sam's.
there was no undoing it now. you sighed and reached for the bags, but sam was one step ahead of you, grabbing them and walking out of the store.
you wished you could wash the blush off with soap.
𓆪𓆩 𓆪𓆩 𓆪𓆩 𓆪𓆩 𓆪𓆩
when you arrived for dinner with your groceries. everyone was already at the carpenter’s apartment. they were spread out across the entire floor, conversing with each other.
you got to cooking almost immediately, knowing that everyone had potentially been there for a while. sam left your side to talk to quinn.
you kept feeling eyes on you.
the shorter carpenter sister was talking to mindy when she felt her attention turn away from her and onto you. she watched you cook, she actually always loved your cooking.
she loved when you would make a dinner catered just to her. she actually missed how lively the kitchen used to be when you were in it. you were even dancing around now, your headphones tucked over your ear.
she smiled a little at how you shook your waist to the music. everyone knew not to bother you so you could get it done quicker.
but tara wanted to bother you. she wanted to approach you and say something, anything to break the silence.
you were friends before everything went down. she thought that maybe she could at least salvage that, that would be her way to redemption.
mindy kept talking and talking before cutting herself off suddenly, realising that tara was no longer paying attention.
“tara, don’t.” mindy said, disappointment clear in her tone. “this is something you need to give time to.”
“there’s been a lot of time.” tara muttered, glaring at mindy.
“you can’t just break her heart and expect her to let you back in so quickly.” mindy held her shoulder back.
“i know it won’t be quick, but i have to try.” tara said through her teeth, pulling her shoulder out of mindy’s grasp and starting to make her way towards you.
tara stopped on her heels when she saw her sister already take your attention. she thought that she’d better not interrupt you.
“whatcha listening to?” sam asked you, her arms crossed over her chest.
you pulled your headphones back a little.
“sloppy jane.” you said.
“sloppy jane? what kind of name is that?!” sam laughed.
“she’s cool! i promise!” you raised your hands up in defense. you took your headphones off your head, you gently placed them on sam. your hands nicking strands of her long hair before you pulled them away.
she held eye contact with her as her head bobbed to the music, you matched the bobbing, knowing which part of the song she was on.
a smile formed on her face while you two were in sync. your eyes started to crinkle up with a smile as your hair started getting in your face when you headbanged. she joined you until the kitchen was filled with laughter.
“okay… okay. i see it now. she has a good sound.” sam agreed with you, placing the headphones back on you but leaving an ear open.
“thank you.” you chuckled, moving the beef strips into the bowl you intended to serve it in.
“this smells soooo good.” sam practically moaned out, you laughed at the noise she made.
“well, you’re gonna have to wait like everyone else!” you teased.
she groaned and rolled her eyes. you liked seeing her loosen up a bit more, you were grateful she was getting more comfortable around you.
as you two laughed, tara stared on.
she remembered when she was in sam’s place. she even felt herself grow jealous at her sister. why did she ever think that what she was doing to you was okay? your heart was gold and tara thought she had turned it dark— she realised your golden heart’s integrity never faltered. you were still just as good.
she was cruel and she broke your heart. she didn’t think she would regret it— until she suddenly felt all that guilt wash over her. was she regretting it?
you enlisted sam to help you bring all your dishes to the table.
“beef stroganoff, pasta, and rice. choose your carb to go with it and enjoy!” you presented your meal to the group.
everyone admired your work and sat down at the table. you ended up sitting beside mindy who talked your ear off about some pottery class that she and anika took.
you glanced over at sam first, her eyes meeting yours during her conversation with ethan. you two exchanged heartfelt smiles, you had a good day because of each other.
then you looked at tara, who was already looking at you. her first serving was practically gone. you knew that she loved one thing about you, and it was your cooking. she held a sadness behind those eyes, you saw into it, but you had your doubts that it was sadness.
when you noticed her plate, you felt yourself flash her a smile too. she returned it, it was shy but still genuine. her plate was cleaned up just seconds after everyone served themselves.
crumbs of you, tara would take. she cherished that smile you gave to her, even if it was forced or accidental. it filled her brain.
𓆪𓆩 𓆪𓆩 𓆪𓆩 𓆪𓆩 𓆪𓆩
washing up had to be done, you wanted do it yourself, saying how you were on a roll from cooking that you wanted to do the cleaning too.
sam was about to speak up but suddenly, tara found her voice.
“i’ll help!” she said, chirping up. everyone looked at her with confusion. they didn’t expect that she would do that for you.
“oh… okay!” you said, making your way over to the kitchen.
you scrubbed the plates and handed them to her to dry. it was a good system that worked.
“you did well with dinner today. your cooking is always good.” tara smiled at you.
“thank you, tara. i appreciate it.” your lips pressed into a thin line.
“i just wanted to say that.” she put the plates onto the drying rack. “we haven’t spoken in a while.”
“i know. i just wanted to give you space. i felt like i wasn’t much help to you ever. and i felt like i wouldn’t be much help now.” you confessed. “but i want to stick around, i would be a pretty shit person if i didn’t.”
she felt horrible that you thought that you wouldn’t be help. in fact, there were some nights that tara found herself longing for you.
“we were friends before this, do you think we’d be able to get back to that?” she asked, searching your face for hope. but all she saw was doubt.
“maybe, tara.” you turned to her, handing her the last of the dishes. you saw the dejected look on her face and sighed. you wanted to go back to that too, you missed the tara that was a good friend to you. “but we can try.”
tara’s face lit up, a bit of shock also hidden between the lines. “okay! yeah… let’s try.” she put the dish away and held her hand out, you chuckled but you shook it.
what you failed to see was your maybe friend’s sister staring at you both from the living room, her jaw tightened as tara touched you.
sam zoned back into the conversation, realising that the show they were watching was long gone and replaced by the news again.
there was another death.
sam erupted in her anger, suddenly storming into the kitchen, grabbing the sharpest knife that she owned.
you had no idea what just happened, tara followed her sister back to the living room, the commotion having everyone sit up.
“sam! slow down!” tara yelled after her sister, you joined them after putting the dishes away. “can we please think about this before you decide to abandon my college education?!”
you couldn’t blame sam for wanting to leave. this was something that she just wanted to escape. as much as you would be upset, you would understand. you’d help, even.
you would help them pack up if it meant they were away from everything. you were prepared to never speak of the carpenter sisters again, in hopes that they would never have to go through this again.
“this can’t just be a coincidence, tara!” sam yelled back at her. today was the day where you saw the genetic stubbornness displayed by the carpenter sisters.
“quinn, can you please call your dad?!” tara asked their roommate, quinn immediately nodded. you could tell she didn’t want to get yelled at by sam but it was a reasonable point of action.
ring!!!
everyone flinched. you didn’t. it was just a phone ringing to you, but to everyone else, it was so much more.
sam’s phone blared on the table, she walked over only to see that it was gale weathers, she declined the call without a doubt.
you watched as quinn travelled across the room, telling sam that her father wanted to speak to her. you heard the muffled voice of mr. bailey from where you were standing.
“okay, thank you. i’ll be right there.” sam hung up. “he wants me down at the station.”
“i’ll drive you.” you said, grabbing your keys. “i live close to the station.”
“you shouldn’t have to—“ you cut sam off.
“no. i will. no man left behind, remember?” you said, firm in your decision. sam sighed but nodded.
𓆪𓆩 𓆪𓆩 𓆪𓆩 𓆪𓆩 𓆪𓆩
you, sam, and tara made it out the door and started to walk to your car.
suddenly, sam’s phone rang again. the two girls stopped when they saw the name displayed on the screen.
richie kirsch.
richie? you recognized that name. you huddled closer to the sisters, closing your eyes to rack your memory for where you knew that name.
no. wait.
it couldn’t be. he was dead, wasn’t he?
“don’t pick that up.” tara said, looking up at sam.
sam hesitated, but it could be important. these calls were life or death for them. she picked up.
you looked at your surroundings. you suddenly felt so exposed, like anything could happen to you now that you weren’t in the comforts of your own home— or anyone’s home.
“who is this?” sam asked into the phone. you couldn’t hear the responses, only sam’s facial expressions changing as time went on.
her eyebrows furrowed, her eyes changed. you saw woodsboro glaze her pupils, you knew she was thinking back to her life before the city. everything was resurfacing.
“i want you to think long and hard about whether or not you wanna do this because the last two people that fucked with us ended up dead.” she said, planting her feet down with determination.
your eyes started to tear away from sam, not absorbing the conversation.
bad gut feeling.
you had to stop ignoring those.
“you better watch your back, asshole.” sam said.
and tara yelled.
a cloaked figure sporting a ghostface mask suddenly grabbed tara, you sprung into action. tara elbowed the figure and you shoved him into the bike rack.
“go!” you said, running just behind the two sisters.
“there!” sam redirected you into a little corner store. you stood with your front to the door while the girls yelled at the cashier to help them, starting a fight with someone in line.
suddenly ghostface walked in.
you backed up into sam, pushing her backwards a little bit while one of the customers stood tall in front of the infamous killer.
you watched as ghostface drove their knife into the man, multiple times.
you gasped, your hand flying to your mouth. you had never seen anyone get killed before. you thought ghostface had specific targets, this wasn’t just an ordinary killer, this killer wasn’t afraid to take any life that stood in his way.
you turned around and the three of you flooded into the back of the store as the clerk wielded his gun.
when the first gunshot rang, sam’s arm flew to cover you as chips flew everywhere. tara was crouched just beside the two of you.
suddenly, there was a second gunshot. but only after you heard the clerk start begging for his life.
you tried to stay quiet, you didn’t realise where parts of your body were. you had a hand on sam’s abdomen, bunching her shirt into your fist. you were terrified, you had never gone through this before. you couldn’t imagine what sam & tara were feeling.
you couldn’t move— or else he would know where you were.
the corner store was quiet, it was like a cruel game of cat and mouse. you heard crunching as the sound of boots got closer to you.
all three of you rounded the corner to avoid detection. sam hid behind a freezer while you and tara hid behind the shelving. you saw sam’s eyes flicker to a can on the ground and you knew what she was trying to say.
carefully, you reached out and picked the can off the floor. it was disgusting and sticky. was this what they had to result to when defending themselves? putting themselves in disgusting situations? you felt twisted picturing them going through this once— now twice.
you threw the can across the corner store, hearing boots walk in the other direction. it was a successful distraction. the three of you started crawling towards the exit.
when you heard the boots stop moving again, you paused. sam leaned forward, you could tell that she could see a lot clearer than you. she slowly inched towards the shelving, then she suddenly shoved it with her shoulder, knocking it down.
god, she was strong.
had she been training herself to get stronger? in case this happened again?
the three of you hauled ass to the exit, being met with cop cars and their sirens.
the three of you were escorted into the cars. the sisters rode in one while you went in the other. you fidgeted with your fingers. then it was daunting on you.
baby’s first ghostface attack.
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you sat in an interrogation room at the precinct. the walls were closing in on you.
you had been close to death before. you remember when you and your parents got into that gnarly car accident that had you coming out with several broken bones and whiplash. you cradled your arm, feeling the after-effects of the worst injury you sustained.
but this wasn't a car t-boning yours. this was a killer.
and you felt like death was kissing your cheek.
you didn't know where sam and tara were, you assumed a different interrogation room. you were waiting for ages, you thought that maybe someone was attending to them first.
you sat in silence for about ten more minutes, trying to decompress the situation.
the lock clicked and the door swung open, revealing detective bailey. you had met quinn's dad in passing, never really speaking to him.
"mr. bailey. how are you?" you asked him, sitting up in your chair. you noticed he had files in his hand. this was going to take longer than you wanted.
"i'm good. thank you... how are you doing? you weren't around for woodsboro, i'm sure it's a bit of a shock to be involved now." straight into it.
"a bit is an understatement, sir." you let out a dry chuckle. "i'm assuming you're going to be asking me more than just 'how are you' though..."
"i'm sorry. i know you're probably tired." he sighed, you nodded. you were trying to hold back a yawn.
"it's fine."
he sat down across from you, opening the file and putting its contents in front of you.
"you're the newest addition to the group, quinn has talked about you. i know you and tara had a past relationship. were you frequently in and out of their apartment?" he asked.
"yeah... tara and i were together for a bit. i usually visited her and i also hang out with mindy and chad, so yes, i was frequently at theirs." you nodded, you often found that honesty was the best policy with these things.
"i know that your relationship with her ended badly." he stated, you scoffed.
"surely a bad break-up isn't enough motivation to go on these killing sprees, right?" you asked, a bit offended.
"sometimes it might just be."
"did you have access to sam carpenter's belongings?" he followed up. what did sam's stuff have to do with this?
"um... no. not really. i never really interacted with sam until ghostface was rumored to resurface. and even then, i don't really have that access." you crossed your arms across your chest, your eyes scanning the photos on the desk. you spotted a photo of sam's license, bloodied and dumped at the scene of the crime.
someone was trying to frame her.
"we found sam's license next to the body."
"well she was with me all day. we went grocery shopping and i cooked everyone dinner." you quickly jumped at the chance to defend her. "tara was there too."
mr. bailey nodded at you confirming their alibi.
"sam said the same thing." he reassured you. he leaned in a bit closer to you. "although, i'd be cautious about those sisters. especially sam. i wouldn't get too close."
your brows furrowed in frustration.
"i'm sure i have nothing to worry about. they're good people." you didn't want to speak any further on the matter.
you hated that the thought of either of them being responsible for these deaths even crossed the detective's mind. he was supposed to be helping them.
two knocks against the door turned the detective's attention to another officer walking into the room.
"the fbi is here." the officer said. detective bailey looked confused.
"the fbi? where?" he stood up then turned to you. "you're free to go. i think sam and tara are waiting for you."
you stood from your seat and followed him, making your way over to the two dark-haired sisters. tara was the first to spot you, nudging sam until she turned around.
you sped up, you didn't know what it was. you just had to make sure she was real.
you wrapped your arms around sam. you felt her tense up out of shock but return the gesture.
"i'm sorry." you apologised for the sudden hug.
"it's okay." sam smiled warmly.
you turned to tara and put a hand on her shoulder, squeezing softly.
tara's eyes met yours. those pleading doe eyes, they wanted more than just a squeeze on the shoulder. she wished she was sam in that moment.
"i'm really glad you two are okay." you cleared your throat. sam smiled at you, even if it was forced, it was nice to see.
you heard two voices chatting just a little bit aways from you. sam started moving towards them, you and tara followed behind.
"kirby?" she spoke, getting the attention of a blonde woman.
"hey sam." kirby replied, moving to hug sam as well.
"do you know each other?" bailey asked.
"yeah... we went to woodsboro high together. she was a senior when i was a freshman." sam clarified. you studied the woman in front of you.
all you could say was that she looked cool. she was an fbi agent that had been monitoring the sisters for a little while. you realised that this had been the kirby involved with the killings too. they shared a very unique experience between each other.
you stayed behind sam while they conversed. kirby was handed the mask that was left at the scene. the mask used in the 2011 killings. kirby lifted her shirt to show the scar that charlie walker gave her.
sam looked uncomfortable. she realised then that this was bigger than just a killing spree, they were trying to send a message.
kirby proposed you all worked together but sam interjected, not giving her the chance to finish.
"we're getting out of town." she pushed through kirby and detective bailey.
"i'm sorry, that's not possible. you're both persons of interest. all three of you are." bailey warned.
"are you serious?" tara stepped forward, the growing frustration evident in her voice.
"he's right." kirby confirmed. "but if we work together-"
"we're going." sam basically barked an order at you and tara.
"my car's back at your place." you said. sam nodded. a small part of her brain was happy that you would be around after that.
𓆪𓆩 𓆪𓆩 𓆪𓆩 𓆪𓆩 𓆪𓆩
when the three of you made your way out of the precinct, you had never seen so many cameras before. reporters swarmed the three of you, immediately asking sam questions like if she had an alibi or if tara felt safe with her sister.
they didn't pay you any mind, how could they? you were fresh meat to the group, they didn't care about your story. luckily, it allowed you to mercilessly shove them back, helping make space for sam and tara to walk through the flood.
you found yourself holding onto sam's waist, pulling her towards the open spots you've created with your body pushing against the reporters.
"gale weathers." a voice sounded out in the crowd, causing the sisters to stop in their tracks. you knew that name too, it felt like an endless revision on who was who, if you had studied well enough. "do you ladies think that you're the reason that the ghostface killer has come to the big apple?" she asked.
you saw it in sam. she snapped. she'd had a long night, she nearly lost her life. she nearly lost her sister. and her... friend.
she swung with her fist out.
"sam!" you exclaimed as gale ducked, avoiding the punch. you pulled sam's waist back, you knew she didn't need another video of her going viral. she put her hands over yours, allowing you to hold her back. you had to admit, it felt nice knowing you had a bit of pull on her.
although, you failed to account for the shorter carpenter sister. you failed to catch her pulling her elbow back and swinging at gale with a force of her own.
you jumped at the noise made by the contact and had to hold back a laugh at gale's shocked face. sam cracked a smile, she couldn't help herself.
"stay away from us." tara spat at gale.
you two turned to walk towards a cab that was parked outside the station. you pushed sam slightly by her waist, hoping she wouldn't turn back around.
but gale weathers just had to say something.
"are you two seriously still mad about what happened?"
"you wrote a book. about them." she didn't expect you to say anything. she didn't know who you were or what you were to the carpenters. she looked at you as if you were irrelevant, like another body that ghostface could dispose of just to raise the numbers.
"and who are you?" she asked, a snark in her voice.
"doesn't matter. you took advantage of them. of the fact that they lost their friends, they nearly lost each other." you shook your head. "i remember you, from tara's stories."
tara watched you fight back. how could you still do that after she hurt you? you were full of surprises. she had never seen your tongue so laced with venom before.
"you lost someone too. dewey... if someone kept shoving that down your throat, how would you feel?" you asked, glaring her way as sam and tara entered the cab. gale's stance shifted, she was uncomfortable with a stranger knowing so much information about her personal life. but then again, she put the carpenter sisters' life out there for the whole world to see.
"i remember your book too. you called sam unstable, you painted her in the worst light possible. and i thought you had been through enough with her to know that that's not true." you turned back to the two girls, opening the door to the back of the cab for them.
sam's face was unreadable as she hopped into the car. she stared at the back of your head, or more like the back of your seat. you stood up for her, breaking your kind and golden-hearted demeanour. she was worried that being in this situation would change you for the worst.
you sat in silence after telling the driver where to go. leaning back into your seat, you tried to keep your eyes open. you hadn't gotten any sleep since last night, your time divided between the carpenter residence and the station.
there was so little to say and yet so many words were jumbled in your brain.
when you arrived at the carpenter's apartment, you yawned as you exited the cab. sam caught you do so and stopped you before you could unlock your car. her hand covered yours, gripping it in her own.
"you should rest here for a little bit. you're too tired to drive." she said, looking down at you. you wanted to get home and sleep in your own bed but you knew she was right.
you put your car keys away and walked upstairs with them.
tara immediately made a beeline for the bathroom. she always showered after coming home, she couldn't go a day without smelling like vanilla.
sam put pillows and blankets down on their couch and walked into her room, coming back out with some clothes.
"you can change into these for now, you might as well make yourself comfortable. and you can sleep for as long as you want." she said, you took the clothes and nodded at her.
she sat down on the couch and pulled the blanket up slightly to cover herself, you grabbed the blanket to stop her.
"what are you doing? i'll take the couch." you said, furrowing your brows.
"no. you'll take my bed." she looked up at you from the couch.
"it's your damn bed, sam." you didn't mean to sound so ill-mannered but the tiredness was getting the best of you.
"i know. so i'll do with it as i please." you know it was just her trying to show that she cared. "so you're taking it."
you sighed sharply, you were about to take a massive risk.
"share it with me." you said, holding your ground. you didn't want to kick sam out of her own bed.
she saw the determination on your face. you two were going to sit here and bicker if she didn't give in now. she nodded, standing up and making her way back to her room.
you changed into sam's clothes, her scent wafting as the shirt fell over your figure. then you cracked the door open enough to slip yourself into her room.
just as you entered sam's room, tara came out of the bathroom. she had the look of a shattered woman on her face, you should have been going into her room. she should have offered first.
you shut the door behind you, walking towards the bed where sam was sitting. you spotted her nursing her hand, spotting a deep cut from crawling on glass at the bodega.
"sam, you should've gotten that taken care of." you scolded her a little, walking to her bathroom and grabbing a medkit you knew was there. tara had told you that she put one in every bathroom.
you knelt in front of sam, unpacking the kit to grab the antiseptic and a bandage.
"it's fine, it's only a cut." she protested.
"if ghostface doesn't get you, an infected cut will. and i think that's extremely embarrassing." you tried to make light of it, your exhaustion washing over you. "this'll hurt."
you dabbed the antiseptic into sam's cut. she hissed at the sting. but the sight in front of her was better. you, in her clothes, patching her up. this was probably the worst time for her to form a crush, and probably the worst person to form it on. her sister's ex-girlfriend, who was now involved in the ghostface killings. but your soft features, your concern for her, it was hard to resist you.
she chalked it up to exhaustion, maybe this crush would fade away when she was in her right mind.
but when you situated yourself next to her in bed, your respectful nature forcing you to leave ample space so you two weren't touching each other, she hoped that she would one day earn the honour of closing that gap.
as she closed her eyes, she listened in to your soft breathing. and even when you accidentally ended up shoulder to shoulder in bed,
sam refused to move.
𓆪𓆩 𓆪𓆩 𓆪𓆩 𓆪𓆩 𓆪𓆩
author's journal
okay i actually spent way too much time on this chapter, i had to write out the first 30 minutes of scream vi with a reader insert so it was a little bit more cohesive with the storyline.
i don't know how i feel about this one chapter in particular but i'm starting to see the vision for the rest of the series teehee. i promise it wont just be the whole movie written down but it'll definitely have canon events.
next chapter is most likely going to be non-canon as much as possible just cause this is a romance fic at the end of the day.
also this is the song i intended for the reader to be listening to with sam
idk if youre taking requests but i love how you write stu so if youre taking requests could you do this? where stu and fem reader are friends and reader admits shes a virgin and has never even masturbated either. so stu teacher her how to masturbate which leads to smut/loss of virginity ? thanks 🥺
First Time is The Sweetest
Pairing: Stu Macher x Fem!Reader
Genre: Smut, bits of Fluff
Warnings: +18 content - MDNI, virginity loss, masturbation, soft!Stu, fingering, p in v (w/o protection), it is mentioned that reader kissed a girl once
Word Count: 3,1k
You and Stu were currently at his house watching horror movies while eating your favorite snacks, since that has become your routine. You were both sat on his couch, your head resting on his shoulder while his arm was around you as it rested on the sofa. To others, it might have looked like you were dating, but the reality was that you had a very close friendship with Stu in which you both felt so comfortable to the point of having physical contact with each other without feeling any discomfort or awkwardness.
When the movie ended, you felt him still a bit agitated, realizing that he wanted to do something more with you before you went home, since he wasn't as tired as you were.
"Wanna play a game?" he suggested enthusiastically, noticing that you were too tired to do anything else. You sighed and looked at him, noting his enthusiasm to play whatever game he thought of. You couldn't resist his pleading eyes, so you chuckled and gave up.
"Alright, smartass. Tell me what game came into your mind that got you so excited all of the sudden." you saw a smirk appear on his face, a sign that he was thinking of something that was far from innocent.
"I dare you to play truth or dare with me. I want to know what secrets you've been hiding from me." as you'd predicted, his intentions in playing a game with you were anything but innocent. After all, what did you expect from your best friend? You knew him well enough to know that he would ask you to do something like that with him. And he knew you well enough to know you couldn't say no to him.
"I knew you were gonna say something like that! Jeez Stu, you really don't change, do you?" you grabbed a pillow that was beside you and threw it at him playfully. He caught it easily and placed it on his lap, laughing at your attempt to "hurt" him.
"And you still can't say no to me, right? Come on, it'll be fun! You'll have the chance to ask me anything you want to know about me or make me do anything you want me to do. Sounds like fun, don't you think?" he laughed as you rolled your eyes at him, trying to hide the fact that you suddenly felt very excited and curious about what he said. Now you had the chance to ask the things you'd always wanted to know about him without being awkward or intrusive.
"Okay fine, but you go first!" you weren't sure what to ask him, since you also wanted to know what kind of questions he would feel comfortable asking first.
"Alright, alright. Sooo truth or dare?" his teasing tone and grin worried you a bit, since you hoped he wouldn't ask you any sexual questions. You could surely lie about it, but he would easily catch you if you seemed too nervous or hesitant to answer.
"Truth." you replied feeling a little nervous, as you weren't prepared to accept a dare from an energetic and bold Stu Macher. You saw him roll his eyes and sighed deeply, making sure you knew that your answer had bothered him.
"You're so lame and predictable, Y/N! Were you afraid of my... "creativity" if you chose dare?" you simply raised an eyebrow at him, telling him silently that he was lucky you had agreed to play with him in the first place. "Whatever, I'll make sure to ask you something interesting then." he was silent for a moment, his eyes half-closed, pretending to think of something that wouldn't be too boring nor too "intrusive", from his perspective. "Have you ever make out with a chick?" his question made you laugh, since you knew he had a thing for lesbian porn.
"Stu! Seriously??" you started to feel shy because of his shameless question, not wanting to expose your experience when you kissed a girl for the first time.
"You have to answer!" he shouted in excitement, hoping that, for some reason, you would say yes. You hesitated for a moment, before deciding to tell him the truth.
"Yes, I did. But only once!" you chose honesty over breaking the game's rules. You didn't want to break the fun of the game and besides, you trusted Stu.
"Holy shit! When was that? Did you get turned on by it??" he jumped up a bit from the sofa, excitement and curiosity evident in his body language.
"Wow, calm down cowboy! You can only ask one question!" he immediately pouted and pretended he was upset and disappointed, which made you kick him playfully with your foot. "It's my turn now." then you asked him a question, since he chose "truth" as well. How hypocritical.
You two continued to play the game, the questions and dares getting bolder overtime. Until what you feared the most was about to happen once you chose once again "truth".
"What was your best sexual experience? Don't forget the details! I want to know all about it!" you noticed how is attention was full on you now, before you swallowed hard by the nerves you were feeling.
"I uh... don't wanna talk about it, Stu. It's too private." you laughed nervously, trying to convince him to change his question immediately. But as you expected, he pushed you further to get out of you the real reason behind your sudden shyness. You heard him laugh at your reaction, not realizing you were starting to feel uncomfortable.
"Please don't tell me you never had a good fuck! It would be even funnier if you told me you're a virgin." he continued to laugh as you were feeling extremely sad and overwhelmed by his unintentional mocking words. Once he saw you didn't have your pretty smile on your face anymore and were looking rather disappointed, his expression and attitude immediately changed. "Holy shit... you're actually a virgin." his voice was quieter than usual, yet you heard him perfectly well.
"Now that you know the truth, you can make fun of me as much as you want. I'm gonna go now." you then stood up from the couch ready to leave his house from embarrassment. You felt Stu mimicking your movements before he gently grabbed your forearm, not letting you ran away from him.
"Wait Y/N, I'm sorry ok? I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. I had no idea you were actually a... virgin." you looked down, still feeling ashamed since you knew Stu had plenty of experience.
He always bragged about his sexual skills and hookups to his friends, and you listened to them with fake excitement. Of course you were happy for your best friend, but... sometimes, deep down, you wanted him all just to yourself. He already admitted he was attracted to you, even though he was throwing up tequilla from his mouth and nostrils a few minutes later at a random party.
Right now he was looking at you with a genuine worried expression, seeming truly regretted about how he made you feel. After what felt like an eternity, you finally gained the courage to look into his big blue eyes that made you weak to your knees everytime you stared at them. As you stood there waiting for his next move, you felt him trying to find the right words to approach you the right way.
"You know... If you don't mind it, I could help you with that." he suggested with a serious face and tone, something you never thought it was possible for Stu to do. You just stared at him incredulously, not believing he just said such thing as you searched for a lie on his face, only to find none.
"Stu, I would never make you feel obligated to have sex with me, ok? It's fine, someday someone will came into my life and... you know, show me what an orgasm feels like." you words felt like a sharp knife on Stu's heart, as he couldn't believe you actually thought he would have sex with you out of pity, let alone the fact that the thought of you losing your virginity to some random guy messed with his head in a way he wasn't expecting.
"Wait, wait, wait. You're telling me that you don't even touch yourself??" if you thought Stu was shocked before, nothing compared to his reaction at this moment. "Goddammit Y/N, come here." unexpectedly, you felt Stu grabbing your face and lean down to kiss you. You suddenly felt the blood in your veins warm you up, as you couldn't resist to kiss him back. Your first kiss was sloppy, yet in your perspective it only made it even hotter. Stu led you to sofa, making you sit on his lap with your back against his chest. You felt his half-hard dick on your butt, but you tried to ignore it for now as he leaned into your ear and pulled you closer to his chest.
"Can you let me help you masturbate? I promise I won't make fun of you and it'll stay between us. I just wanna teach you how to make yourself feel good, ok?" he whispered in a sweet tone, like he was afraid to hurt you again, and you just nooded in return with your eyes closed, savoring his soft touches. You knew he wanted to make up for his previous actions that hurted you, even if it wasn't unintentionally. He pressed soft kisses along your cheek while his left hand caressed delicately your thigh and his other hand pressed you against him. He was trying to relax you first so you could fully enjoy tgis new moment and experience with him, and it worked perfectly well. "Do you trust me?"
"Yes, I trust you with my body, Stu..." you didn't mean to sound desperate, but the way you said his name so seductively and the way your body was reacting to his small touches were enough to make Stu cum in his pants.
You were wearing a skirt on that day, which made everything so much easier for Stu and yourself. You watched his movements carefully, as his right hand lowered your body until it reached your coated, white panties. His middle finger caressed your clit beneath your underwear, sending a shiver down your spine from pure pleasure. That single touch made you arch your back against him as you moaned his Stu's name so sweetly.
"Fuck, you're so sensitive, baby... You're so wet already. Is this all for me?" you bite your lips as you nodded quickly, not trusting yourself to speak coherently words. "You need to use your words, sweetie. Otherwise I won't know if you're enjoying what I'm doing to you." as soon as he said that, he stopped his administrations on your virgin pussy and pulled his fingers back, while smirking against your cheek. The bastard, not even in such an intimate moment he could stop teasing you. For a moment, you forget that it's Stu who you were dealing with.
"Please Stu don't stop, it feels so good, please..." you begged, not caring how needy you sounded. At this point, all of your shyness drifted away and all you could think of was Stu's fingers inside you. After a couple of minutes, Stu pushed your panties to the side with his left hand, as his right hand masturbate your now bare pussy. That made you moaned loudly before you grabbed tightly Stu's legs for some support.
"You're loving this, aren't you baby? You're doing so good for me... Now, try with your own fingers. I'll guide you." you felt a bit sad when he took his fingers away from your aching clit, only to grab yours instead to replaced them. It surely didn't feel as good as him doing it, but with his help, as his much bigger hand grabbed yours to guide your movements, it still felt pleasurable.
When he thought you were prepared enough to masturbate by yourself, he let you do it yourself, watching closely as a big smile was shown to you. He felt proud of his girl and how such a good teacher he was to you.
"You're such a good girl, learning so fast how to touch yourself. It wasn't that hard, right? Now, I'm gonna do something else... but it's gonna hurt a little. Just tell me to stop if it becames too much to handle, alright?" he waited for your answer, looking serious once again. You answered a pretty convincing "yes", before you felt him adding a long finger inside your wet cunt.
"Auch!" you shouted once he had half oh his middle finger inside you. He immediately stopped pushing his finger further inside you, afraid that he had hurt you too much.
"Shit I'm sorry, are you ok?? My fingers are longer than average, especially for virgin girls." he chuckled as he tried to add some humor to it, yet you just looked at him with a neutral expression. " Alright, I was joking! Maybe if I kiss you while I finger you it will relax you a bit?" you smiled at that, letting him kiss you slowly as he fingered carefully while you played with your clit just like he teach you. The pain was becoming more bearable by each second, as he finally put his entire finger inside you.
"Fuck, it feels so good..." you gasped between your shared kisses, before you felt him smile against your lips.
"Just wait until I do this." he warned you, as he added a second finger inside you before he curled them, making you moan so loud that you were sure his neighborhood heard you. He fastened his pace once he was sure that all you were feeling was pleasure instead of pain. Your grip on him was getting tighter, as you couldn't hold it anymore.
"Screw my fingers, do it yourself, Stu! Please, I'm begging you!" a single drop of sweat started to ran down your forehead, since the way Stu was making you feel like there was fire on your skin. Stu didn't even answer, as he immediately obeyed you and started finger you harder as he circled your clit with his other hand. It didn't take too long before he made you cum on his fingers, as you screamed dramatically from your first orgasm. While you tried to compose yourself, you saw Stu fingers right in front of you, drenched in your cum. You were starting to feel embarrassed, before he took his wet fingers into his mouth, tasting them like sweet candy. Your cheeks turned redder by the heavenly sight, before he put his fingers in your mouth as well.
"Be a good girl and suck them off for me, baby." Stu demanded and you happily obligated, sucking his fingers covered in your cum and his saliva the best you could.
"Stu please... I want more. I need more of you!" your pleas made his cock throb, and you thought about how painfully erect he must be feeling inside his pants.
"Are you sure about it, Y/N? I want you to make the right decision and not act out of horny impulsiveness." you were actually surprised how Stu could be so mature and considerate towards you in that moment.
"I'm more than sure, Stu. There's no one I would rather lose my virginity to than you. I need and want you so bad. And it's not just from now..." somehow, you gained the courage to admit your feelings to your best friend, which apparently he didn't know about, leaving him speechless. Before you could regret your decision, you felt Stu's lips against yours once again, but this time there was real passion and love mixed in.
You both started undressing each other, and when you were completely naked and had finished admiring each other's bodies, your eyes widened in fear once you saw his size. You never doubt Stu to be a small guy, since everything about him was long and tall... and you had already heard some girls bragging about Stu having a big dick, but now that you had seen it with your own eyes...
"Don't worry, alright? I'll make it fit, and I'll be extremely careful with you. You already know baby, tell me when to stop." he then sat on the sofa and helped you position yourself on top of him, so you could control all the movements. Once his tip was inside you, you closed your eyes in pain. That didn't go unnoticed by Stu, so he grabbed your hips and pulled you to him so he could play with your titties. That made you feel more pleasure, which helped you relax your pussy walls and accept his dick inside you slowly, inch by inch. Once it was all in, Stu stopped sucking and pinching your nipples. "Oh fuck, you're so tight for me. I told you it would fit, babygirl. Can I move now? Please..."
Now it was his turn to beg for your permission, since he wanted to fuck you like a madman, but had to contain himself from his dark thoughts. Maybe another time, when your pussy has already learned how to adjust to his large size. The moment you gave him permission to move and take the lead, he started to fuck you faster from underneath, before picking you up and making you lie down on the couch so he could be on top and dominate you. Stu started to fuck you harder than you were prepared for, his body already being possessed by desire, before he interwined your hands so you could feel his love and care for you. This intimate gesture made your pain soon turn into pleasure only, as you both started to moan into each other's ears until you came for the second time. It was then that you remembered that he wasn't wearing a condom.
"Fuck Stu, you can't cum inside me!" you exclaimed between moans of ecstasy, hoping he hadn't already.
"Shit, I forgot..." he cursed, quickly pulling away and finishing on your boobs and face. Thankfully, your warning came just in time, leaving you both relieved. "This was definitely the best fuck I've ever had... You're so hot Y/N, you have no idea. I thought I was gonna cum in my pants if you didn't let me fuck you." he chuckled while trying to catch his breath, his hair messy and covered in sweat. You chuckled softly, feeling your heart warm at his praise. After a moment, as you both tried to compose yourselves, he reached out his hand for you with a satisfied grin on his charming face.
"That must have been intense for you, babe. Wanna shower together?"
When his eyes opened, the very first thing Billy thought was a name.
They say that if you hear the gunshot, you lived. Someone shot and killed by the bullet doesn’t have time to hear the bang that pierces through the air, echoing off of every wall as the gun recoils. Billy heard the shot when it fired. For a split second, he felt the bullet fire straight into his forehead too.
Then everything went black.
It was dark for a long time. It was dark for only a minute. He wasn’t quite sure which it was, but for that stretch of time — however big or small — he was afraid. He couldn’t feel, but he was scared. Lonely.
Alone.
All of a sudden, his eyes snapped open.
When he awoke, the house was empty. The front door was wide open, and in the distance, he could see Sidney Prescott, Randy Meeks, and that nosy reporter Gale Weathers standing out in Stu’s front yard, seemingly waiting for someone to arrive. Probably the authorities, Billy would later surmise.
He was still in that void. That feeling of weightlessness, and of freedom. The pain of his wounds no longer lingered, instead replaced with this buzzing feeling, like TV static had broken loose across every nerve that had been severed, scraped, or stabbed. His thoughts weren’t there quite yet, his awareness only just beginning to bud. He felt reborn. He felt terrified.
Stu.
It came back to him in a sudden rush. He’d lived. He was alive. Sidney had been too, even after he’d heard Stu chase her down and lunge at her. There had been loud noises, and screaming, and things breaking, and something buzzing. And when it was all over, Sidney emerged from the living room silently, battered and bloody.
And that meant…
It meant…
Billy gasped, sitting bolt upright. He was sure now that Gale, Sidney, and Randy couldn’t hear him, even if he’d gasped a bit too loudly. They must have been too far. They must have…
Stu.
Billy gasped again, clutching at himself. He hugged himself tightly, trembling and gasping and wondering how he’d survived, how he’d made it. How he had lived, but Stu…
“Billy.”
He’d never heard his name said like that before. It had been whispered, screamed, muttered, and laughed, but it had never been breathed. Not by this voice. Not by anyone.
Billy turned.
Stu laid beside him on the ground, propped up on his elbows. His eyes were wide, pupils blown like deep, dark shadows amidst the blue of his irises. He was there, whole and unharmed, cleansed of all gore that had stained his sweater a sick red. A beautiful red. One that Billy had once liked, but had now almost begun to hate.
Billy choked on a sob.
He wasn’t sure when he’d started crying. He didn’t know why, even — here they were, alive and well. Unharmed, unscathed. Completely fine. So why was he crying? Why was he being such a baby?
Stu’s face changed from a sort of melancholy relief to worry and misery. He reached, watery eyes glistening in the light. And Billy caved in, collapsed into his arms.
He sobbed into Stu with every ounce of strength he had left in him.
All the while, he wondered why. They needed to get up, to run, to go. Find a weapon and take Sidney, Gale, and Randy down, or else escape out of the back of the Machers’ house. They should flee the scene. They could still make it out alive.
“I’m sorry,” Billy heard himself say.
Stu didn’t tense against him, but his own surprise surely shook him. “What?”
Billy sniffed, wiping furiously at his eyes. “Fuck, Stu. I… I’m—” he paused, recollecting himself. Focus, he thought pointedly. “We need to go.”
Stu had never looked at him like that before. “Billy—”
“The garage is open. We can still make it if we’re fast,” he insisted. “I don’t know where we’ll go, but we could still escape. We can figure it out.”
“Billy, wait—”
“Where’s your shotgun? In your closet?” Billy began to stand, grabbing Stu’s hand and pulling him with. “Come on- fuck, Stu! Come on! We need to go!”
He pulled hard, only to find that Stu didn’t budge. He refused to move. Stu was obedient; he did whatever Billy wanted him to do. He liked to make the plans, but he never disobeyed in times of crisis. Or at least when he could help it. Bleeding out in the kitchen hadn’t helped him much, and he’d barely been able to lift his head. He was trying, he just couldn’t.
So why couldn’t he now?
Billy stopped, turned to stare down at Stu. “Stu, get up,” he shouted desperately, anger seeping through his tone. Beneath it lay a crack in the foundation: the roots of fear. “Now!”
Stu looked up at him with something on his face akin to pity.
To defeat.
It struck Billy then.
Stu didn’t move. “Billy.”
They’d lost.
Billy finally began to take in his surroundings. Blood, everywhere. The front door wide open. Everything as he’d last seen it, right before the bullet had entered his forehead.
He looked down.
Lying beneath him was the body of Billy Loomis. Riddled with gunshot wounds, blood oozing from every gash, cut, and lesion; it was a sad, ugly sight to behold. A scene that belonged to the front of a poster, with the words WASTED YOUTH stamped across the header. Billy Loomis was just another body in the massacre.
But then, that meant…
Billy looked back up to Stu.
“You…”
Stu’s hand in his. It was still there. They were phantoms, or something close to it. The stories claimed they could go through walls, and disobey every law the universe had ever enforced, the same ones that had been drilled into their heads in physics class. They shouldn’t have been able to touch, been able to feel.
And yet, Stu’s hand was in his.
Billy exhaled, feeling every part of his resolve crumble.
His legs gave out, falling to the ground numbly. The buzzing of his wounds, which had begun to fade, came back in full force, causing him to double over into Stu’s arms again. Everything hurt; nothing hurt. They were dead, they’d lost.
They were still here.
Was this death? Was this what it was like? If this was their fate, forevermore tied to this stupid town filled with murders they’d committed and memories that had swallowed their innocence whole, then were there others? Were Casey and Steve here? Was Tatum around? Had Maureen been watching them this whole time?
Would they be here forever?
As the tears formed in his eyes again, he ground his jaw. He was angry — at himself, at Sidney, at his mother, and at those tears welling in his eyes. They’d lost, and now they had no idea what would come next. No sureties, no constants. No way out.
Stu wrapped his arms around Billy, and the latter heard him draw a shaky breath. “It’s okay,” he said, and it tore Billy apart.
Don’t give me comfort, he thought. I can’t take that. Not from you.
Billy shook his head, face buried in Stu’s chest. He bit back the tears furiously filling his eyes. “No,” he said. “No, don’t say that.”
Stu let out an equally shuddery exhale. “It’s okay.”
“Stop,” Billy fought back, body still limp in Stu’s arms. “Please.”
Stu trembled, and Billy felt it. He was holding a dead man, a ghost. And he still shuddered like a human being.
Like a child.
Billy knew right then that what Stu was saying was true. It was okay. Everything was terrible and horrible and they’d lost, but the worst was over. The pain was gone. The buzzing that wracked his phantom wounds began to fade painlessly — but oh god, if his wounds were as staticky as this, Stu’s must have been debilitating. Overwhelming.
And yet, Stu held him fast.
Suddenly, they were two eight year olds again, playing in their rooms together. They were twelve, realizing how much they understood each other. They were fourteen, watching horror movies after school and every day during the summer. They were fifteen, hunting deer in the woods near Stu’s house. They were sixteen, planning a murder.
They were children who would never grow old.
They were children.
Billy clung to Stu like his life depended on it, holding him and feeling it the way he could when they were alive. He’d been wrong. There was one constant.
He was still here.
So if this is where their story had to end, it wasn’t so bad. There were worse places to be. Even if they were here for days, months, years, forever, or even a few more minutes, it was okay. Because they were together. In life, and in death. Nothing had been able to part them.
Billy poured everything he couldn’t say aloud into that hug. I love you, I’m sorry, I need you, I’m so happy you’re here. Thank you, I don’t regret a thing, and I won’t ever leave you. Don’t ever leave me. It was everything he’d ever kept silent, every thought he’d never voiced.
And Stu heard it. I love you too, it’s okay, I need you more, thank god you’re here too. Thank you, neither do I, and you better not. I could never. I won’t.
The silence was deafening. In the far distance, sirens began to grow closer. They wouldn’t want to be around to see what happened afterwards, so after a while, they’d leave. They’d walk out of the house, hand in hand, and disappear into the night, feeling the sun rise in a new way. The light through their skin, and not on it. Knowing they were invisible, but not seeing through each other; understanding they were silent, but talking to each other and hearing it. A world only they lived in, as far as they were concerned. If any ghosts lingered before they left this town, maybe even this plane, they avoided them just as aptly as Billy and Stu avoided them, caring far too little about anything other than each other. They’d spent enough time hiding, and now they weren’t being watched. For who knows how long, or maybe they had the choice.
Whatever the case, they were together. Stu’s hand in Billy’s, and Billy’s hand in Stu’s.
Eugh. When had this become a romance movie?
(Billy couldn’t find it in him to hate it one bit).
For now, they held each other, letting the moment rest comfortably. A quiet they shared, only for them.
Stu paused in the way he did when he was thinking. It didn’t take Stu long to think. He always had an answer that leapt to his tongue the moment he was asked anything. He always voiced the first thought that came to mind, not caring who his audience was. Unapologetic. Billy had always fucking loved that about him.
“So,” Stu started, voice still tentative and soft. “Do you think ghosts can fuck or what?”
Billy laughed, and Stu could hear it. Billy could feel it.
Maybe they had been born to die. Maybe it was more right this way.
Because nothing had changed.
STUILLY WEEK 2025 (Day One: Slumber Party)
Credits to the coordinators of this year's Stuilly week: @kikiteaa and @axxiomn
The last line of dialogue was totally borrowed from my good friend @loseractivities !! I used a line from his amazing gorgeous stunning show-stopping talented masterful art, which you can specifically find heeeeere! Check it out!
