did you ever do the ethan landry econ kinktober i can’t find it 😢
I WAS AT ECON!
KINKTOBER ENTRY #6.
summ. was he really at econ, or was he too busy fucking you?
warnings:(almost) caught in the act, dom-ish ethan, subbish reader, ethan isn’t ghostface in this fic haha, secret relationship, immediate sex flashbacks, pretty much all smut, chad yells at ethan for like two seconds, reader rides ethan, use of y/n once :>
ethan was always an easy target. whether it was bullying, rumors, what have you. especially the ghostface rumors. he was always susceptible to those due to his quiet demeanor and weird interests in the stab movies. he knew it would come back to bite him someday-
for perfect example, right now. chad is ripping ethan a new one because this is the third time he hasn’t been present when ghostface showed up. coincidence? he thinks not. it just so happens that ethan doesn’t have an explanation.
chad is usually never the angry type, but he seems to have made an exception for ethan. “this is the last time im tolerating this shit. your story better be straight, or else i rip your throat out right here-”
all of the sudden, ethan blurts something out.
“i was at econ! i mean, me and y/n were studying for econ. a-ask her, she- she knows! i swear-”
chad looks at you, as if for confirmation. he raises a brow, and you slowly nod, almost hesitantly, validating his story. little do they know..
YESTERDAY
ethan’s cock finally impales you fully as you fully sit down on it, the dull, crown-like head brushing your sopping walls, eliciting a soft moan from you. “eth, fuck..”
“a-are you okay? you’re okay, right?- fuck!” all of the sudden, you start bouncing. you set a brutal pace, ethan’s toes curling in a last ditch effort to get him from cumming so quick. “wait, wait- holy shit-”
and then a knock on the door gets the attention of both of you.
“hey- ethan? do you know where chad is?” mindy’s voice, easily recognizable echoes through the door. he panics, but it doesn’t stop you. you keep riding him slowly, in desperate need for more friction. he snaps his hips up, making you bite your lip hard enough to draw blood just so you don’t make noise.
“don’t- don’t fucking move.” he whispers shakily, getting ready to answer mindy’s question. he clears his throat as he speaks. “oh, yeah- i think he went out- shit..”
“he went out? are you serious? he told me that he’d be here!” she groans dramatically, and ethan can easily infer that she’s most likely sinking down on the wall right now. not that it matters, anyway- because he’s too busy sinking his cock into your plush walls. he bucks his hips, grabbing yours to still you as he softly thrusts into you, giving you the friction you wanted.
“y-yeah, must suck- aah-” ethan lets out a strangled moan as you clench him particular hard, causing mindy to start.
“are you good?”
“yeah- just- um.. just cut- cut myself. shit…” he blabbers out a half-assed lie, his brain working solely on the desire to fuck you.
“do you want to help me look for him, or…?”
“o-oh, um, i-im- cumming! fuck- u-uh…” he finally reaches his climax, his hot cum pouring into you. bummer, you didn’t even get to finish. as black and white specks fade from his vision, mindy calls out to him.
“i’ll give you like, six minutes to get ready then, loser. im serious, ill leave you!”
“r-right…” he groans, slowly pulling you off of him. “i’ll pay you back, i swear. im sorry-” he cringes, seeming a bit embarrassed.
“who’re you talking to?” what the- mindy’s still here?!
“nobody!!”
a/n: i know i don’t really use y/n that much anymore but i really couldn’t find another way to incorporate it and im already irritated as fuck. this is the best yall gonna get.. im so burnt out lel
Hi, could you write Billy and Stu separately with a very funny and sweet reader? She loves everything soft and pink and cute.
Lovestruck Boys!
billy loomis x fem!reader + stu macher x fem!reader
mdni // first request. hope you like!
Boyfriend Billy who acts like he doesn’t care about cute or pastel things but secretly associates them with you and ends up liking them because they remind him of you.
Boyfriend Billy who lets you steal his jackets and hoodies because he likes seeing you bundled up and comfortable in them.
Boyfriend Billy who keeps one stuffed animal you made together at Build-A-Bear sitting on his bed and refuses to admit it means something to him.
Boyfriend Billy who holds your hand more tightly in crowded places, making sure you never get separated from him.
Boyfriend Billy who remembers small details about you, like your favorite colors or snacks, and casually surprises you with them.
Boyfriend Billy who gets jealous when someone else makes you laugh too much and suddenly pulls you closer without saying why.
Boyfriend Billy who drapes his arm around your shoulders whenever someone flirts with you, his way of reminding everyone you’re his.
Boyfriend Billy who watches you carefully when you’re talking about something you love because he likes memorizing what makes you happy.
Boyfriend Billy who lets you decorate small parts of his room with soft blankets or pillows and never moves them afterward.
Boyfriend Billy who gets jealous when you say your plushies comfort you, so he quietly pulls you closer and rests his chin on your head.
Boyfriend Billy who pretends he doesn’t enjoy movie nights but always lets you pick cozy blankets and snacks.
Boyfriend Billy who shows affection in small, subtle ways like brushing his thumb across your hand or remembering random stories you told weeks ago.
Boyfriend Billy who keeps little things you give him in a place he never lets anyone else see.
Boyfriend Billy who feels calmer when you’re around because your bright personality balances out his mood.
Boyfriend Billy who doesn’t always say how much he cares but proves it by always being there when you need him.
Boyfriend Stu who fully matches your bubbly personality and encourages everything that makes you excited or happy.
Boyfriend Stu who insisted on going to Build-A-Bear with you and made matching stuffed animals just because he liked seeing you smile.
Boyfriend Stu who constantly hugs you from behind or flops next to you whenever you sit down.
Boyfriend Stu who laughs at every joke you make, even if it barely makes sense, because he loves hearing you laugh at yourself.
Boyfriend Stu who buys you random little gifts because he saw them and thought you would like them.
Boyfriend Stu who lets you decorate his things with stickers or small accessories just because you enjoy it.
Boyfriend Stu who brags about you nonstop and tells people how funny and sweet you are.
Boyfriend Stu who plans chaotic but adorable dates like arcade trips or late-night snack runs.
Boyfriend Stu who insists on sharing blankets during movie nights and ends up stealing most of it anyway.
Boyfriend Stu who loves hearing you talk about things you enjoy, even if he barely understands them.
Boyfriend Stu who always finds ways to make you laugh when you’re upset, even if he has to act ridiculous.
Boyfriend Stu who naps with you comfortably, usually tangled in blankets or pillows.
Boyfriend Stu who holds your hand whenever you’re together because he just likes feeling close to you.
Boyfriend Stu who reminds you every day how much he loves how kind and cheerful you are.
Boyfriend Stu who genuinely believes life is more fun and colorful with you around.
Just imagine Billy flirting with you whenever you're at the same party and Stu always sitting next to you in class, even though you don't bother answering either of them.
The boys can't explain it but they feel you are special. They want to know more about you, to discover you and your secrets.
You, on the other hand, you are not interested in them - or in anyone - because you're a killer and you don't want people to find out what kind of monster you truly are.
Imagine you enjoy to lurke in the shadows when you hear that Ghostface strike again. You like their style and you enjoy how messy the crime scenes are. Sometimes, you even find your own prey near by.
But that one night you catch Billy removing his Ghostface mask. You think he was just a disturbed guy trying to scare off the neighborhood. The next day, you notice Stu is hurt like the news reported Ghostface to be.
So, of course, you decide to follow the two of them to make sure they actually are the killers wandering in town. You are good at hiding in the shadows, and soon enough you discover their secrets.
Imagine becoming interested in them after that because they might finally be people able to understand you. So you start to flirt back with Billy and you start to tease Stu and chat around with them both.
They enjoy the attention and soon enough you become a thing, even if it isn't anything official because it would draw too much attention on the three of you.
Imagine you decide to fuck with them and you start to dress as Ghostface to kill your own victims. The police doesn't understand what is going on as you are killing people who aren't related to Sidney in any way.
Billy and Stu are absolutely losing it as well. In a way, you are helping them but at the same time you are messing up with their plans. You are finding it very funny.
At some point, they decide to put the murders aside to discover who is toying with them like that. But, fuck you're good at hiding and how could they suspect their cute baby girl?
The night they catch you, the three of you in your Ghostface costumes, you're quick to remove your mask before they could hurt you.
"Oh come on, guys, no need to be mad. I was just playing around with the two of you" you pouted
Billy doesn't know if he wants to fuck you or to kill you. Stu perfectly knows he wants to eat you out.
Summary: Your darkest, most secret desires come true, when you wake up to two masked killers standing over you at an otherwise boring party.
Warnings: Dark Fic, Corruption/Innocence Kink, Dumbification Kink, Knifeplay, Unprotected Sex (Use protection irl please), Blood Kink, Mask Kink, Uses of Daddy and Sir, Weed and Alcohol Consumption, Predator/Prey Kink, Dacryphilia, Double Penetration (PiV & Anal), Mentions of death (Of Sidney, Gale, Others Implied, No Major Character Death), Overstimulation, Biting, Humiliation, Praise and Light Degradation, Tummy Bulge, Creampie, Choking, Reader is about as mentally and morally fucked up as Billy and Stu, Billy and Stu are an established couple
Word Count: ~5,300
A/N: Apparently I’m in a writing mood lol, also this is my longest fic I’ve written in one sitting now, fellow ghostface fuckers enjoy :)
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You weren’t sure how your friends managed to convince you to come to this party. Well you did technically, offering free booze and weed while watching horror movies? Count you in. You weren’t anticipating this many people to be here though. You covered yourself a little tighter with your jacket as you tried to focus on the horror movie on screen and Randy’s ramblings about horror movies rules, instead of the crowd of people that seemed to be throughout the house. Taking a sip of your beer, you cringed at the taste. Whoever had bought the beer had obviously opted for the cheapest option, but whatever, as long as it took the edge off your social anxiety.
You sighed in relief as most of the crowd rushed out of the house at the announcement of a body at the school. You wondered vaguely where Tatum had gone, it had been a bit since she’d left the room. Honestly, you were too high and tipsy to really think about it too long though. You glanced at Randy, who was the only one left on the couch with you, he seemed more out of it than you, which surprised you but not by much. You stood up for a moment and stretched, since you’d been on the couch for a while. “Hey, where are you going?” Randy slurred as you headed out of the room. “I’m going to the bathroom real quick,” You replied, careful not to say you’d be right back after his lecture about it earlier. He nodded in response and you headed upstairs to use Stu’s bathroom, you hoped he wouldn’t mind, you two were fairly close friends after all, and you weren’t very keen on using the bathroom downstairs that all the drunk party goers had been using all night.
After using the bathroom, you looked in the mirror as you touched up your makeup. Brushing some smudged eyeliner away, you heard a muffled scream from downstairs. You paused for a second but brushed it off as someone probably getting jumpscared from the scary movie playing downstairs. You sighed as you thought about your friends, you loved them yeah, but they got on your nerves sometimes. Like how they had invited you to this party with so many people, knowing how much you hated big crowds. In your hazy state, as you exited the bathroom, you glanced at Stu’s bed and decided that maybe laying down for a minute would help you decompress a little. Climbing onto the bed, you curled up on your side and let yourself relax for a moment.
Hearing voices nearby, you stirred from your accidental nap. “Look, she’s waking up,” you vaguely heard as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes. The voice didn’t sound familiar, oddly more deep and robotic than any of your friends. “Rise and shine, sleeping beauty,” A similar but not the same voice said as you blinked your eyes open. “Huh?” You replied as you realized you were looking at two people wearing the costume Sidney had described the killer wearing. You tilted your head at that, you were pretty sure it was just your friend group left in the house, and you didn’t think they’d made such a tasteless joke with Sidney around. Though you couldn’t deny the almost unperceivable shiver that ran through you from their masks. “Guys, you might want to make sure Sidney doesn’t see that, she’d freak,” You said as you moved to prop yourself to sit up on the bed. “Sidney, Sidney, doesn’t matter what the whore would think anymore,” One of the two said as confusion crossed your face. “Aw look at that, she doesn’t even realize her friends bodies are laying downstairs,” The other voice teased, and you felt even more confused until you realized the small dots on the face on the masks were red.
Blood, you realized, is what was covering them. As it dawned on you, you scrambled back on the bed until your back hit the bed frame. “Now she gets it,” The first voice chuckled as the second ghostface moved towards the bed, catching one of your ankles in their gloved hand and yanking you further down the bed towards him. You squeaked out in surprise as the ghostface above you chuckled at your reaction. “You’re the one in my bed, little girl, don’t act so surprised,” He teased at your shocked expression. It took you a moment to process, but you realized he had said you were in his bed, meaning the killer above you was- “Stu?” You asked as he chuckled and with his free hand not on your ankle ripped the mask off. “The one and only babydoll,” He said with a chuckle and eyebrow wiggle. Your gaze flickered between Stu and the other ghostface as he came closer to you to join Stu.
“You didn’t need to reveal yourself to her, dumbass,” The still masked ghostface criticized to Stu. Stu rolled his eyes at that. “Yeah, but did you see the look of shock on her face? Worth it,” He explained, and you felt your tummy flutter at the way the two of them talked about you like you weren’t right in front of them. The still masked ghostface studied you before sighing. “C’mon we need to just kill her,” He said as Stu made a boo’ing noise. Your eyes widened at the masked ghostface’s words as the gravity of the situation dawned on you. “And waste the chance of such a pretty thing in my bed?” He whined as the ghostface groaned in annoyance. “Really?” He asked, exasperated, as your gaze flew back to Stu from his previous words. As much as the situation was fucked up, you still felt your cheeks warm at hearing one of your closest friends insinuating he wanted more than just friendship with you. You had always thought him and your friend Billy were hot, but they were both taken.
The gentle massaging from Stu on the ankle brought you back to reality as you realized Stu was looking at you with an expectant and hungry gaze. “She wasn’t even paying attention,” The ghostface commented as your gaze flickered to his mask. “I- ‘M sorry,” You stuttered out in apology, your submissive scared demeanor causing the ghostface to cuss under his breath. “He said, you’ll be good for us if we give you a chance to earn your life, right?” The ghostface reiterated and you nodded rapidly. While yes, you were willing to do whatever you could to save your life, you also couldn’t deny the growing need in your tummy from the situation. “Use your words, pretty girl,” Stu said as you looked up at him with your doe eyes. “Yes, I’ll be good for you two,” You rushed out as you watched Stu’s eyes darken at your eagerness and heard the ghostface groan.
You watched as Stu reached forward with his free hand and caressed your cheek, smudging some blood along your face. You leaned into his touch as your eyes fluttered shut before feeling something cold and sharp trace along your collar bone. Snapping your eyes open, you looked down to see the ghostface tracing a knife along your skin. The sharp blade so close to your neck sent a shiver of fear and also arousal through you as you gasped at the sensation. “Fuck, she’s into it,” The ghostface muttered, seeming fascinated by your reaction as Stu giggled gleefully. “I told you she was perfect, man,” Stu giggled, and you briefly wondered when him and the other killer had talked about you before. “There’s still time to for you to be wrong,” The ghostface said as he trailed the knife down to your tank top and cut the strap of it. You looked between the two of them, and Stu smiled at you gleefully and darkly, while the ghostface seemed focused on moving to cut the other strap of your tank top.
As the fabric gave away when he cut it, your top fell a little, giving them a better look at your cleavage. You heard Stu wolf whistle as the ghostface sucked in a breath. The two of them leaned back to look over you, Stu left his hand encircled on your ankle to keep you from running away. “Do you want to play this the safe way or the fun way, bunny?” The ghostface asked as you tilted your head at his question. “W-What’s the fun way?” You asked curiously as you watched Stu try to contain his excitement, the ghostface tilt his head slightly. “You run, we catch you, if you try to actually escape we’ll kill you, but if you play along as our prey,” He paused as you watched his head tilt as he checked you out, “Then we’ll give you the most memorable night of your life, and maybe let you live afterward.” Your eyes gleamed in excitement at the idea, you couldn’t deny the thrill building in you at the idea of your darkest, most private fantasizes coming true.
“The fun way,” You decided as you watched Stu smile widely at your answer. You watched as the ghostface leaned close to you as he dragged the tip of his knife under your chin to tilt your head up towards him, “Then get running.” You felt Stu’s grip leave your ankle as vaguely registered him slipping his mask back on. You quickly leaped off the bed and ran out the door frame before pausing and looking back at them as one of them waved his knife at you, almost like a wave. Turning back around, you dashed off into the house. Looking down the stairs, you suddenly recognized the bodies of your friends and even that one reporter chick lying in cold blood on the floor. You gasped but moved towards one of the other rooms upstairs, the fear from knowing they were serious about being killers only heightening your sick excitement.
“Ready or not, here we come,” You heard one of them call out as you held your hand against your mouth, muffling your breathing as you hid in a wardrobe you found in one of the bedrooms. You listened as you heard the two distinct set of footsteps wander around the house. “I hope I find her first,” You heard one giggle through the modulator, which you figured was probably Stu. “Shut up and find her then,” The other replied, which you could make out more clearly due to his closer proximity. Hearing the doorknob of the room you are in twist open as the footsteps got closer to you, you decided to hold your breath as you heard him searching for you. His knife you recognized was tapping along various surfaces in the room as he searched. “You in here bunny?” He called out as you bit back your excited giggle. Apparently not well enough when you heard his steps pause as if he was listening for you.
You gasped behind your hand when the door to the wardrobe flung open, “Well, well, look what we have here.” Your eyes widened at being caught before you quickly squeezed past him to run from him. You squeaked when his arm came out across your chest and pulled your back into his chest. “Nuh uh, you’re mine now, bunny. I caught you fair and square,” He chuckled at your labored and excited breathing as you struggled against him weakly. His knife moving to trace your neck and chest again as you gasped, your head falling backwards against his chest as your eyes shut. “Little bunny likes getting hunted, huh?” He asked as condescendedly laughed at your reaction. “Uh huh,” You replied, attempting to catch your breath, to which he tsk’d at. “You know better, use your words,” He chastised, to which you nodded submissively in response to. “Yes sir,” You gasped as his knife nicked your collar bone lightly. He groaned in response before shoving you on the bed in the room. You looked up at him in surprise from his actions as he tilted his head while looking at you. “Take off your top,” He said, gesturing to it with his knife. You quickly complied, tearing your top off as he groaned appreciatively at the revelation you weren’t wearing a bra.
Seeing your bare skin and tits, he climbed onto the bed and on top of you. You held your breath in anticipation before he took your chin in the grasp of his free hand, smudging some of the blood on his hands onto your skin. “Open that pretty mouth, bunny,” He demanded, and you opened your mouth compliantly in response. You could almost sense his smirk under the mask before you felt the cold and metallic taste of his knife on your tongue. “Clean it up,” He ordered as you began licking it, the coppery taste blooming on your tongue before you realized it was still covered in the blood of your dead friends downstairs. You moaned at the realization, the sick pleasure spreading throughout you as you cleaned off the knife. You could hear his breathing pickup as he realized you were also getting off on it. “What a naughty little bunny you are, getting off on the blood of your dead friends,” He chuckled as you blushed from him calling you out. He pressed the tip of the blade down on your tongue just enough for you to feel the sharpness but not enough to cut you. You squirmed under him at the sensation but tried to stay still enough so you wouldn’t accidentally nick yourself.
He shook his head in disbelief before pulling the knife out of your mouth and trailing it down your neck to your chest. “Man! Where is she?” You heard Stu call out as you giggled under the ghostface on top of you. Hearing your giggle, Stu came to the room the two of you were in before gasping. “Unfair! You found her first?” He whined, but you could tell through his mask that his gaze was excitedly trained on the position the two of you were in. “Shut up,” The ghostface on top of you groaned, but his tone conveyed more playful annoyance than real frustration. Stu walked over to the two of you before circling to the other side of the bed and stood behind where your head laid on the bed. “Now the fun starts,” Stu giggled as the ghostface on top of you moved his knife to gesture at Stu. “The fun has already started,” He replied, before Stu shrugged. “You know what I mean man,” He responded to which you giggled underneath the ghostface on top of you at their bickering.
The ghostface on top of you snapped his gaze down to you at the giggling. “Enjoying the show, bunny?” He asked which you nodded in reply. “Well it’s about to get a whole lot better!” Stu exclaimed, to which the ghostface on top of you glanced at Stu before looking back down at you. “Let’s see how you like the reveal,” He chuckled before reaching up and ripping off his mask. You gasped as you realized your second hunter had been Billy. Thinking about it a little harder, you realized that would make sense from what you picked up on so far, but you couldn’t help but feel your panties get wetter at the realization. “Billy?” You asked with wide eyes as his dark gaze trained on you. “Yep,” He replied, you saw out of the corner of your eye Stu taking his mask off too. You blushed from realizing just much your most secret fantasizes were coming true. Billy raised an eyebrow at your reaction before glancing up at Stu. “Guess you were right about her attraction to us,” He commented, and Stu giggled. “Yeah dude, I have eyes, so it was fucking obvious,” He replied, to which Billy glared at Stu for. You felt yourself blush harder at Stu saying you were obvious about your attraction to them.
Billy glanced down at you before chuckling. “No need to be shy about it, bunny,” He said as he began tracing circles around one of your nipples. You gasped and arched up into the sensation. “Look at that man, she’s a fucking freak,” Stu giggled excitedly at your reaction. Embarrassment flooded you at Stu’s words as you shut your eyes. “Nuh uh, Look at me,” Billy chastised as his knife moved to tap on your cheek. You opened your eyes and fought to keep them on Billy. “That’s a good girl,” He praised as you felt yourself melt from his words. Seeing your reaction, Billy tossed the knife beside you two before grasping your chin harshly and pulling you into a rough kiss. You gasped in surprise at his sudden and harsh kiss, which he took as an opportunity to deepen the kiss. Which quickly turned you into a squirming, flustered mess. When he pulled back, a string of spit connected you for a moment before, it broke, which Stu groaned at. “Man, I’m tired of waiting,” Stu whined, which Billy seemed to contemplate for a moment before nodding.
“You’re right, we’ve waited long enough,” He replied before looking down at your skirt, he quickly found the zipper to it before tossing your skirt off of you. You could vaguely see out of the corner of your vision Stu messing with his own clothes as Billy picked the knife back up from beside you and quickly cut the sides of your panties before tossing the scrap of cloth somewhere else in the room. You gasped at the sudden move and moved to close your thighs, but Billy stopped you with his free hand moving to your inner thigh. Billy hummed appreciatively at the view. “Damn, you should see how wet she is,” Billy groaned as Stu giggled. “You wet for the two of us, princess?” Stu asked rhetorically, but you nodded enthusiastically anyway. Billy raised his eyebrow at you, reminding you of his preference for you to use your words. “Y-Yes daddy, I am,” You replied in response to Stu, which made him groan at your choice of words. “Fuck,” He swore under his breath as Billy’s eyes darkened too.
You choked on a moan in surprise when you felt Billy’s finger suddenly brush against your clit. You could feel both of their predatory gazes on your form as Billy studied your reactions to find the best ways to get the reactions he wanted from you. You faintly registered Stu as one of his hands brushed his fingers through your hair before his fingers from his other hand tap on your lips. “Open up princess,” He ordered, and you complied willingly, and he groaned at your eager response. Stu grasped your hair, making you gasp before tapping his cock that he freed when you weren’t paying attention against your lips. “C’mon baby, suck it for daddy,” He groaned as you fluttered your eyes shut as you began licking and sucking the tip of his dick.
You could feel Billy’s eyes trained on the interaction in front of him, as Stu pushed his dick further into your throat, making you choke and gag momentarily before you forced yourself to breathe through your nose. Stu gave you a moment to adjust before you began eagerly sucking him, and he began moving along with your movements. You could hear him groaning above you before you moaned around his dick when you felt Billy suddenly insert a finger into you. “Fuck, whatever you just did, keep doing it,” Stu moaned out to Billy, which got him a glare you couldn’t see, but Billy continued his movements regardless. Once Billy felt you loosen up, he added an addition finger as he continued using his thumb to rub your clit. He had you moaning all over Stu’s cock, causing Stu to throw his head back from the sensation. You could feel the pricks of pleasure beginning to build up in you as they continued. As you began squeezing Billy’s fingers, he groaned. “She’s close,” He commented, which made Stu also groan. “Go on bunny, give it to us,” Billy encouraged as you felt your peak hit you. You moaned loudly at the feeling, causing you to tense and squeeze his fingers as the bright, hot pleasure coursed through you. Billy continued to fuck you with his fingers through your orgasm as you shook.
You heard Stu groan and his dick twitch before feeling the saltiness of his cum cover your tongue and throat. Once the two of you came down, you felt him pull himself from your throat. Billy grabbed your chin with his hand and tilted it towards him as your eyes fluttered open, his fingers covered in your slick moving to tap at your lips which you happily licked and sucked cleaning, making Billy groan at the erotic sight. Pulling his fingers from your mouth, he squeezed your jaw to open your mouth to check you had swallowed both you and Stu’s cum. “Good girl,” He praised at the sight of your clean mouth. You gasped when you felt hands drop to your hips and pull you to align you to his cock that you didn’t know when he had untucked from his clothes. “Ah! Wait!” You called out in protest from still feeling extra sensitive. You saw his eyes darken a fraction instead before he pushed into you, your head falling back against the bed as you choked on a moan.
“I told you we had already waited long enough,” He said, punctuating his words with thrusts, not giving you time to adjust. Stu groaned from behind you as his gaze fixed on the way your tits bounced with Billy’s thrusts. “Fuck man, I just finished, watching you two is gonna get me hard again,” He grumbled. “Not my fucking problem,” Billy bit back as struggled from the tightness of your cunt gripping him. You whined and squirmed from the overstimulation which Billy chuckled at. “You can take it, bunny,” He commented before groaning as his gaze caught sight of the bulge in your tummy from where he was fucking you. “Fuck, look at that,” He said as one of his hands moved to push down on the bulge, making you gasp and writhe. “Shit,” You heard Stu groan as he caught sight of your tummy bulge from Billy. “Your cunt was fucking made for us, wasn’t it?” Billy asked as you found yourself unable to reply. “Aw, did we already fuck you, stupid bunny?” He teased as your doe-eyed gaze caught his, and you nodded submissively in response. The two of them groaned at your response, and you felt Billy’s dick twitch inside you. “I know you have another orgasm in you. C’mon milk my cock for me baby,” Billy demanded as his hand that had been on the bulge moved down to play with your clit, making you whine against the overstimulation.
Your eyes fluttered shut as you gasped and struggled against the waves of painful pleasure, feeling the coil within yourself grown tighter and tighter before it snapped. You felt tears begin rolling down your cheeks at the intense orgasm as you spasmed on Billy’s cock, making him moan out. It wasn’t long before you felt him twitch before he bit into your shoulder as you felt his warm cum spill into your wet cunt. You sobbed against the intense sensations as he fucked you both through your orgasms. Once he stilled in you, you fought to catch your breath, to which you heard Stu giggle above the both of you. “Goddamn, you made her cry,” He commented to which Billy leaned up over you again looking down at your wet face before groaning. “Fuck,” He swore, and you felt his cock start to harden inside of you again, which made you gasp.
You sighed in relief for a moment when you felt Billy pull out of you, before whimpering when you heard his next words. “Your turn,” He said, nodding to Stu. Stu giggled excitedly before crawling on the bed with you two. Billy moved you and him so he was behind you leaning against the bed frame and Stu was in front of you. Your head limply laid against Billy’s chest as Stu looked over your fucked out body. “Shit, look at her,” Stu giggled before leaning down, so his face was level with your cunt, you blinked open your eyes just to see him and whined knowing your pleasurable torture was soon to continue. Billy chuckled at your reaction and brushed your hair off your back and over your shoulder as he placed surprisingly soothing kisses against your shoulders. Your eyes shut as you moaned out when you felt Stu lick up Billy’s cum dripping out of you.
Stu experimentally probed his tongue into you as he pulled out more of Billy’s cum to lap up. It faintly occurred to you that the two of them had probably fucked each other before. Stu groaned at the taste before moving to circle your clit with his tongue, choking your thoughts and losing yourself again to the intense pleasure. “Ngh- Please,” You sobbed which made Stu groan, the feeling making your sob turn into a moan as he sucked onto your clit, his hands grasping at your thighs and trying to pull you ever closer. “Please what?” Billy asked from behind you as he began sucking hickeys into the crook of your neck. “Please,” You choked out, too far gone to know what you were begging for anymore. Billy chuckled against your neck at your broken pleas. “I think she wants to cum again, Stu,” He commented, which made Stu eat you out with even more fervor than before. You sobbed at the familiar feeling of your orgasm creeping up on you for the third time. You tensed as you felt the pleasurable coil overstimulate you as you approached the edge. “C’mon baby, cum for us,” Billy commanded as you sobbed broken moans as you fell over the edge again. Stu groaned from between your thighs as he tasted your new wave of slick. You cried as Stu carried you through your orgasm. Your sobs picking up as you came down, and your sensitivity kicked in extra hard. Stu pulled back, covered in your slick, and you felt Billy lift his head from where he had been busy sucking hickeys onto your skin to look at Stu. You fluttered your eyes open in time to catch them exchanging gazes before Stu leaned towards Billy and Billy grabbed his face and pulled him into a kiss. Billy groaned at the mixed taste of your slick and Stu’s saliva. You watched in awe as they made out.
When they pulled back, Stu looked over at you before giggling, “What? Surprised?” He asked, to which you just looked at him with starry eyes. Billy raised an eyebrow behind you at your lack of response. “Man, I think we fucked her out of words. She’s looking at me like I hung the stars,” Stu giggled, which made Billy groan. “You got one more round in you, bunny?” Billy asked from behind you, and you hummed affirmatively in response as you leaned back against him. You didn’t see the look Billy gave Stu, but Stu shuffled to move your thighs so he could line himself up with your entrance. You moaned as you felt Stu fill you to the brim in one harsh thrust. Stu moved to kiss along your neck, licking up some dried blood from what had been smudged on you earlier. You gasped when you felt Billy’s fingers prod at your backside. “Relax baby,” You heard Billy purr in your ear, so you did your best to relax your muscles as his fingertip prodded into you.
You gasped and whined as you felt him slowly prepping you, while Stu stayed as still as he could. After a few moments, you felt a second finger creep up to join the first. You arched at the still new sensation to you. Billy chuckled at your reaction before continuing to prep you. Once he deemed you ready, he pulled his fingers from you, causing you to whine at the loss. “It’s okay bunny, you’ll be full again soon,” Billy whispered as the tip of his dick prodded at your back entrance. As he pushed into you, you gasped and squirmed. “Shit, she’s getting even tighter,” Stu groaned out as Billy slowly continued filling you up. Once Billy bottomed out in you, you squirmed as you adjusted to the sensation. Eventually, you started gasping and squirming, looking for more. “Ah, there we go,” Billy cooed as he felt you looking for more pleasure from them.
At that Billy began thrusting into you, making you moan, but when Stu also began you moving your mind started swimming. You felt like you were drowning in the pleasure they were giving you. Billy hands rested on your waist and Stu’s on your thighs as they fucked you in tandem. Your hands reached out around the back of Stu’s neck as you clawed at his back, making Stu moan from the mix of pleasure and pain. You felt incredibly full from both of them inside of you. “Fuck, man,” Stu swore as you felt one of his hands leave your thigh to press on the even bigger bulge in your tummy than before. He moved to grab one of Billy’s hands and moved it to the bulge, making Billy groan as well. Billy’s hand moved away from the bulge and trailed up to your throat as Stu kept his hand pressed on the bulge, deeping the fullness you were reeling from. “One more, bunny, one more,” Billy commanded as his hand rested on your throat before he applied pressure, your moans getting choked into broken sobs and gasping for air. You tightened around them both as pleasure surged through you, and you fought for air. Just as you were about to peak, Billy released his grasp and oxygen flooded through you, making you cum and sob on their cocks.
“Just like that, fuck,” Billy groaned as Stu twitched before painting your insides white from your fluttering cunt gripping him so tightly. Stu moaned and buried his head in your neck as Billy’s head fell back against the headboard as he also let go and buried his dick in you, letting you milk his cum as he shot rope after rope into you. You gasped and whined at how stuffed you felt. They fucked you through your combined orgasms before they stilled in you. You felt Billy press a tender kiss against your head as Stu cuddled into you, and you pulled him closer with your arms around the back of his neck. After several moments, you wet your lips before attempting to speak. “Did I do good?” You asked leaning into their touches as Billy and Stu chuckled. “You did perfect,” Billy said, calling back to when Stu said you’d be perfect. You smiled lazily at that. “Don’t think we’re letting you go anywhere now, though,” Stu replied, squeezing you for emphasis. You felt Billy nod in agreement behind you. “Why would I want to go anywhere else?” You asked genuinely confused by the idea that you’d try to run away from them. Billy chuckled before placing another tender kiss to your shoulder blades. “Damn, you’re just as crazy as us, huh?” He teased to which you giggled at. “Maybe,” You replied, letting comfort wash over you, your two new lovers may be serial killers, but their arms felt like the best place in the world to you.
Content: Fluff, Sidney as a Matchmaker accidentally, Popular Stu n Nerd Reader, Silly jokes, Thriller n Slasher movies in like insane amount, Stu being Chaotic but Nonchalant in the reader's mind, idk what else to tag lol,
You wiped the dusty counter of the video store with a rag that had definitely seen better days, humming absentmindedly under your breath. The afternoon shift was usually quiet, which gave you plenty of time to overthink everything — especially him.
“Seriously, Sidney,” you muttered, stacking returned tapes, “can you please tell Randy that if he doesn’t bring back Halloween today, Mr. Johnson is actually going to ban him? He’s three days late already. Three! GUESS WHO'S GONNA GET CHARGED FOR IT”
Sidney leaned against the counter, flipping through a magazine with a knowing little smirk. “I’ve told him twice. He says he’s ‘studying the film for academic purposes.’”
“Yeah, right,” you laughed, rolling your eyes. “The only thing he’s studying is how many times he can watch Jamie Lee Curtis scream before—”
The little bell above the door chimed cheerfully.
Your heart immediately did that stupid fluttery thing it always did whenever he walked in. Stu Macher stepped inside, tall, messy-haired, wearing that signature goofy grin like he owned the entire planet. His eyes scanned the store lazily until they landed on you and Sidney.
Sidney didn’t even try to hide her amusement.“Oh look,” she said sweetly, loud enough for him to hear, “there’s your boyfriend.”
Your face burned instantly.“Sidney!” you hissed, elbowing her hard. “Shut up. He’s dating Casey Becker, first of all. And second, he wouldn’t even notice me. I’m just… the girl who organizes the horror section.”
Sidney raised an eyebrow, still smiling like she knew something you didn’t. “Um… you didn’t hear? They broke up like two days ago.”
You froze mid-wipe, the rag hanging limp in your hand. “They… what?”
Before Sidney could answer, Stu’s loud voice cut through the store.
“Yo! Ladies! What’s good?” He strolled over, hands in his pockets, that chaotic energy radiating off him like usual. “Please tell me you guys finally got the new Nightmare on Elm Street in. I’ve been dying to rewatch it but was kidnapped by Randy like every good movie in here .”
His bright blue eyes flicked to you for a second longer than usual. Or maybe you were just imagining it. Probably imagining it.
You swallowed hard, trying to play it cool even though your stomach was doing Olympic-level gymnastics.
“Uh… yeah, it’s on the recently back shelf,” you managed, pointing vaguely behind him.
Stu grinned wider. “Sweet. Thanks, babe.”
Babe.
He said it so casually it made your brain short-circuit.
As he wandered off toward the shelves, Sidney leaned in close and whispered: “See? This is exactly why I’m playing matchmaker. You two are exactly the same brand of weird. Just wait.”
You groaned and hid your burning face behind the rag.“Sidney, I swear to God…”
You stood there frozen behind the counter, rag still in your hand, mind spinning after what Sidney had just dropped on you.
They broke up? Stu and Casey actually broke up?
Your brain immediately started playing dangerous little scenarios. What if Sidney was right? What if… no. You shook your head. Stu Macher was still way out of your league. Popular, loud, ridiculously cute Stu who probably only saw you as “the nice girl who works at the video store.” Nothing more.
You were so deep in your daydream that you didn’t even notice him coming back until a tape case landed on the counter with a loud thump.
“Yo, this tape is broken,” Stu said, leaning on the counter with that signature crooked grin.
You blinked, snapping out of it. “Huh?”
“Yeah, I opened it and instead of Nightmare on Elm Street there’s some Thai porno inside. Wild, right?” His eyes sparkled with pure mischief.
You raised an eyebrow, trying not to laugh. “I doubt Randy returned a Thai porno instead of Nightmare on Elm Street, Stu.”
He shrugged dramatically. “Hey, it’s a possibility! Guy’s been weird lately.”
You were about to reply when he suddenly leaned in closer, voice dropping into that playful tone that made your knees weak.
“But honestly? I mostly came back ‘cause I heard Sidney say I’m your boyfriend.” He tilted his head, grinning. “I didn’t know we’d been dating this whole time. Why didn’t you tell me, babe? That was rude”
Before you could even process, Stu gently took your hand and pressed a soft, dramatic kiss to the back of it, looking up at you through his messy hair with fake-serious heartthrob eyes.
Your face went nuclear. “I’m going to cut Sidney’s tongue out,” you muttered, mortified but unable to stop the smile tugging at your lips.
Stu let out a bright laugh, still holding your hand.“I adore that homicidal impulse. Super hot.”
He finally let go (reluctantly) and straightened up, though his grin stayed firmly in place.
“Alright, real talk though — I actually came to ask for a movie recommendation. Billy wants Nightmare on Elm Street but he’s banned from here… thanks to you, by the way.” He pointed at you playfully. “And because the idiot didn’t return Back to the Future on time. So hook me up with something good. Something we could maybe… watch together?” He wiggled his eyebrows.
You stared at him, heart hammering so loud you were sure the whole store could hear it. Stu was still leaning on the counter, looking way too pleased with himself after that hand kiss.“Wait… are you asking me out on a date?” you asked, voice coming out higher than you intended.
Stu blinked once, then his grin stretched even wider, all teeth and playful energy.“Nah, not exactly,” he said casually, tapping the counter with his fingers. “I’m just saying you should recommend me a movie so we can watch it together at my house.” He shrugged like it was the most normal thing in the world. “It’s just a date, no going out. ‘Cause we’re not going out… we’re staying at my house.”
He said it so smoothly, so matter-of-factly, like he hadn’t just flipped your entire nervous system upside down. His blue eyes stayed locked on yours, waiting, that mischievous sparkle making it impossible to tell if he was joking or half-serious.
You opened your mouth. Closed it. Opened it again.“So… you want me to come to your house… to watch a movie… and you’re calling that a date?” you clarified, cheeks burning.
“Exactly!” Stu pointed at you like you’d just solved a puzzle. “See? You get me. No pressure, no fancy dinner, no parents around… just you, me, a killer movie, and probably way too much popcorn. What do you say?”
He tilted his head, giving you that puppy-dog look mixed with his usual chaotic charm. For a second he almost looked nervous under all the confidence — or maybe that was just wishful thinking.
Your brain was screaming. This can’t be real. Stu Macher is asking you (sort of) on a not-going-out date.
You bit your lip, trying to play it cool even though your heart was doing cartwheels. Stu was still waiting for your answer with that ridiculous hopeful grin. “Okay… how about Possession?” you suggested, voice a little shy. “The one with Isabelle Adjani. It’s from 1981. Super intense, weird as hell, and kinda underrated.”
Stu’s eyes went wide like you’d just told him the meaning of life. “Wow. Not only do you have my full respect for picking an underrated gem… but a ‘80s horror film? That’s connoisseur level right there.” He placed a hand over his heart dramatically. “It’s not like I would’ve canceled if you picked something from the ‘70s or even Chucky, I’m not that pretentious… but damn. You got me on my knees.”
And then, without warning, Stu Macher actually dropped to one knee right there in the middle of the video store, looking up at you like you were some kind of goddess.
You couldn’t help it — you burst into giggles, covering your mouth with both hands. He was so expressive, so extra, so completely ridiculous… and somehow exactly what you wished you could be if you weren’t so painfully shy.
“Stu, get up!” you laughed, face burning bright red.
He stayed down for a second longer, grinning up at you.
You shrugged, still giggling. “I just know a lot about movies because… well, it’s my job. And when the store’s empty I usually sneak into the backroom and watch whatever I want. Last weekend I watched Cannibal Holocaust back there.”
Stu’s jaw dropped. He dramatically clutched his chest with both hands.“Marry me. Please. Right now. You’re a diamond in the rough. Marry me, I’m serious.”
Stu stayed on one knee for a dramatic second longer before standing up, brushing off his jeans with a sheepish but still playful grin.
“Okay, maybe the marriage proposal was a little sudden,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. “But it’s only fair, right? I only found out we were already dating because Sidney announced it.” He leaned on the counter again, eyes soft but sparkling. “But for real… would you wanna watch the movie with me? Please?”
You couldn’t hold back the giggles anymore. Your cheeks hurt from smiling so hard. He was ridiculous… and you loved it. “Yeah,” you said softly, still laughing. “I’d like that.”
Stu’s whole face lit up like a kid on Christmas. “YES!” he shouted at the top of his lungs in the middle of the store. “She said yes! She said YES!”
He immediately started doing the most ridiculous victory dance you’d ever seen — flailing arms, shaking hips, spinning around like an idiot while knocking into a display of horror movie standees. One of the Cardboard Freddys almost fell over.
You were giggling so hard you had to hold onto the counter for support, face completely flushed. “Stu— oh my god, stop—”
“WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON OUT HERE?!” Your boss, Mr. Johnson, stormed out from the back room, red-faced and furious. “Get back to work! This is a video store, not a damn circus!”
Stu instantly flipped him off behind his back while still grinning at you. Then he leaned in super close, voice dropping to a dramatic whisper:“Just ‘cause of that, I’m stealing the movie.”
“No!” you whispered back, still laughing. “They’ll deduct it from my paycheck!”
Stu gasped like that was the worst news ever. “Well then… I guess I’ll just have to steal a kiss instead.”
Before you could even react, he cupped your face with both hands and leaned over the counter, planting a quick but warm kiss right on your lips. It was playful, a little clumsy, and tasted like cherry soda and pure trouble.
When he pulled back, he was smirking like he’d just won the lottery.“See you tonight, babe.”
The second Stu walked out the door (still doing a little happy dance on his way to his car), you spun around so fast you nearly knocked over a stack of tapes.
“Sidney,” you whispered, voice shaky with disbelief, “please tell me all of that was real and I didn’t just hallucinate the last ten minutes.”
Sidney came out from behind the horror aisle with the biggest, most satisfied smirk you’d ever seen on her face. She looked way too proud of herself.
“Well…” she started, trying (and failing) to look innocent, “maybe it slipped out that I told Billy my best friend is head-over-heels in love with his best friend… and he told Stu. So… I guess you’re welcome?”
She reached over and gave your shoulder a gentle, supportive pat like she’d just fixed your entire life.
Your mouth fell open. “Sidney Prescott!”
“What!” she laughed, raising her hands. “You two have been staring at each other for months like lovesick puppies. Someone had to do something! And honestly? After watching Stu drop to one knee and then steal a kiss like that… I think my work here is done.”
You covered your burning face with both hands, peeking at her through your fingers.“I can’t believe you. I’m going to die. I’m actually going to die before I even get to his house tonight.”
Sidney grinned and bumped your hip with hers.
“You’re welcome, by the way. Now stop panicking and go pick out a cute outfit after your shift. Stu’s house, movie night, and Possession? This is straight out of a rom-com. My best friend is finally getting her moment.”
You groaned, but you couldn’t stop smiling. Your stomach was doing flips just thinking about it.
warnings/notes: @thedamnqueenofhell claimed this square for my 9k celebration. Nothing beyond canon. Is short and sweet.
wc: 372
The distinctive sound of a shower running drew Ghostface down the hall. He moved quietly, placing each step carefully so as to not give himself away. The bathroom door was cracked open slightly and he carefully pushed it open further.
And there you were, standing under the spray humming a song that he couldn’t quite place. His head tilted as he licked his lips behind the mask before they curled into a sinister smile. You were so sexy. Soft. Perfect.
He toed off his shoes first, before stripping the robe and letting it pool on the floor. Last came the mask and Ghostface was replaced by Billy Loomis. The knife dropped to land on top of the pile. He padded forward on quiet feet and he clicked open the glass door.
You spun at the noise, startled, and let out a little scream. Billy grinned as you smacked his shoulder. “Don’t. Do. That.”
He grabbed you, pulling you into him as he buried his face in the curve of your neck. “You should be more aware of your surroundings. There’s a killer out there, you know.”
You twined your arms around his neck. “Yeah, well. My boyfriend would kick his ass.”
Suddenly, you pulled back from him, pushing at his shoulders when he tried to keep you close. “Why is there so much blood? Are you hurt?”
He shushed you and kissed your temple. “I’m fine. Just messy.”
You hummed and kissed his lips, pushing him backward as you did so, until his back hit the tile. He grunted before putting his full focus on your lips. Your skin. When you finally pulled away to breathe, he smirked as he looked you over. Bloody handprints covered wide expanses of your skin.
“You look good in red.”
You glanced down and your nose wrinkled. “Gross.”
That pulled a laugh from him, low and deep. “And what did you think was going to happen, princess? You should be ashamed of yourself. Making out with a killer. A real psycho at that.”
“Well, come on then, killer,” you said as you pulled him under the water. “Scrub yourself clean so we can head to bed and I can show you that an X rated relationship is so much better than PG13.”
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
word count: 1.7k
a/n: i’m backkkkk
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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.
Summary: Derrick had a reputation for jumping from girl to girl but that didn’t stop most from getting a small taste of what he had to offer.
Warnings: Smut & Heartbreak
Word Count: 709
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Derrick Smart… charming, athletic, good-looking, and an overall smartass. He was someone who didn’t care for others and would often break hearts without even knowing he did. Like his father once said Derrick was a slut which wasn’t the most reputable thing to be known for but girls were attracted by that and so this is how you got stuck in this awful situation that eventually led to you getting your heart broken, but he didn’t care.
“Derrick I think you’ve had enough to drink” y/n laughed as she laid down in the back of Derrick's car.
“And you haven’t had enough, loosen up a little” Derrick joked putting down yet another can of beer.
Y/n didn’t reply and only gave him a smile back because she had to admit she was a little tipsy, but she didn’t mind. Derrick took this opportunity to lean into her to test the waters and kiss her first to see if she was comfortable enough.
“You can” y/n stated as she took Derrick’s jacket off before continuing to kiss him some more.
Derrick got on top of her, taking off her shirt first followed by the rest of her clothes before undoing his belt and tossing it to the side. Y/n pulled his shirt off and so Derrick pulled his jeans down as he leaned down into her softly pinning her against the blankets in the backseat.
One thing led to another which resulted in the car windows fogging up followed by y/n’s soft quiet moans.
“Keep going derrick” y/n quietly begged as she gently tugged on his curly brown hair before dropping her arms down to his shoulders looking for something to hold onto.
“You feel so good” Derrick mumbled as one of his hands held the back of your head gently pulling on your hair.
“Not gonna last much longer” He spoke again leaning further into her body as his thrusts became sloppier and uncoordinated.
Derrick came quicker than expected but that's how things were he was always only there to please himself not others. Y/n didn’t mind though, he was hot and she was lucky he even chose her. Derrick rolled back over putting his clothes back on.
“You gonna to get dressed?” Derrick asked, zipping up his jeans and looping his belt around his waist.
“Yeah… sorry” y/n softly responded tiredly before putting her shirt back on and pulling up her skirt.
“I gotta drop you off and meet my parents at their stupid theater production” Derrick hated everything about his family and life and so that reflected upon the type of person he was. He did a really good job at hiding his true feelings so nobody knew just how much the boy was hurting on the inside.
“I didn’t know your parents put on theater productions?” y/n spoke softly, joining him in the front seat as he started the car.
“I don’t really talk about it much, I’m embarrassed by my parents and little brother” Derrick admitted.
Derrick never spoke about anything serious and this was the only thing you could get him to reveal since the conversation went back to being normal and boring. The next thing you knew he was dropping you off in front of your house.
“I had a good time tonight Derrick” you told him as you pulled his jacket tighter around your body. He never gave any of his jackets or sweatshirts to his other hookups so the thought of you being different excited you a little bit.
“Maybe we could do this again?” y/n asked softly.
“Maybe” Derrick shrugged as if it was nothing. They said their goodbyes and y/n slowly walked into her house thinking about what she had just done.
A couple of weeks had passed and Derrick had only spoken to you a few times. It was lunch break at school when suddenly you spotted Derrick flirting with some girl and eventually asking her to ditch with him as the two of them headed towards Derrick's car.
You had him all figured out, first he charmed the girls with his good looks and athletic build and then broke their hearts like the smartass he was.
