can i request stu macher and billy loomis with a reader who’s love language is giving gifts? specifically they hand make gifts for every little occasion or just because they feel like it, but feel guilty if they get gifts themselves? thank you :)
「 LAME ! 」 . . . 📂
scream : billy loomis, stu macher
w.c : 733
⊹˚.⋆ synopsis . . . You give your first gift to Billy and Stu… except you’re a total nervous wreck about it.
⊹˚.⋆ starring . . . billy loomis, stu macher, & implied!male reader
What were you doing?
You asked yourself that a million times now as you made your way back to Billy’s house. It wasn’t any special occasion. It wasn’t even a holiday! Yet, there you were, outside Billy Loomis’s door, gift in hand.
God, you were lame.
You stifled a groan as you stared at the friendship bracelets you had made for Stu, Billy, and yourself. The teasing from them would be endless! Stu would probably love the gift, show it off to everyone. And.. threaten anybody who dared to make fun of you for making the bracelets, saying how much of a queer you are or something stupid.
But Billy..?
Would he even wear it? All your efforts into making the bracelets? Wasted..?
Before knocking on his door, you paused and looked down and just… stared. Rethinking your life choices; however, was interrupted by a certain loud mouthed boy swinging Billy’s front door open.
“Is that [Y/N], I see?!” Stu exclaimed teasingly. He slung his large arm around your tense shoulders, “I was just thinking about you.”
“Hi, Stu.” You said as you hid the bracelets clutched in your hand as quickly as possible. Stu was more perceptive than a lot of people took him for. And pushy. And nosy. Not a good combo when trying to hide something from him.
However, not quick enough for Stu not to notice. He was practically breathing down your neck trying to catch a glimpse of whatever was hidden in your clutches.
“What’s that?” He asked, eyeing you, trying to draw out your secrets with that look in his eyes. That puppy dog look.. Christ.
Desperate to hide the flustered expression covering your face, you played his question off, “What’s what?”
“Whatever is in your hands.” He said quickly.
Caught red handed. Ouch. Your flustered expression dropped into a frown. There was no backtracking now. Stu wasn’t who you were worried about anyways.
“It’s for you and Billy..” You admitted.
Stu was quick to wrap his long limbs around your torso in delight. His hold was tight. Too tight. However, it was impossible not to melt into his grip. He was albeit a big, sometimes scary, teddy bear. One of the cheap ones from the fair though, you thought with a snort. Not stuffed enough, so it’s all lanky and saggy.
“Okay, don’t make it weird when we get in there. Billy doesn’t know.” You practically beg before reluctantly heading inside. Billy was in his room, lounging on his bed, watching some stupid horror flick. His dark eyes eyed Stu and you as you guys walked in. Suspicion— for obvious reasons. You looked like a nervous wreck, and Stu was bouncing on the balls of his feet behind you. Something was up, and it didn’t take a genius to see that.
“Hey guys,” he said coolly. You waved at him in return before climbing on to his bed. The three of you sat in a small circle, and you never regretted your life choices more. It was far too late to turn back and run and pretend like you never got them the gift in the first place.
Preparing yourself for humiliation, you ripped the bandaid off. “Okay, even if you hate this, please save me the embarrassment, and don’t make this weird. Just pretend it never happened, got it?” The two nodded. Billy— in confusion. Stu— in excitement. You unclench your fist to reveal three bracelets. Matching, too.
“I- uh. Well- tada??” You said awkwardly before shoving the bracelets in their hands, eager to get rid of them.
As you thought, Stu was like a kid in a candy shop. His smile beamed at you, easing your discomfort. Billy observed the little bracelet before carefully sliding it onto his wrist. You watched in anticipation.
“It’s cute,” he remarked gently. His hand cupped yours as he slid your bracelet on your wrist.
“I’m glad you guys like them,” you said eagerly, “I’ve been wanting to get you guys things for ages, but I thought you guys would think I’m lame!”
“Already do,” Billy teased.
That same flustered expression came right back onto your face, but this time it didn’t feel so mortifying. Maybe being lame wasn’t so bad. Staring down at the matching bracelets on all three of your wrists, you couldn’t help but smile.
You really ought to make them more gifts in the future.
✎ notes . . . this kinda sucks so I’m sorry— still just trying to get back into the groove of writing, so pls give me a little bit of patience! but this was cute, so thank you for sending in the request <3
Synopsis: It's your last night alive and you only have one mission: fuck Mindy Meeks-Martin.
Consists of: Gender neutral AFAB reader, Dom!Mindy, Verse!Mindy (top leaning), Sub!Reader, Verse!Reader (bottom leaning), mentions of death, mentions of murder, reader is so sickeningly in love with Mindy, brief mentions of food, cunnilingus, fingering (reader receiving), face sitting, a bit of overstimulation, brief mentions of masturbation, light fluff here and there, Ghostface accusations, reader is pussy drunk
Previously: "You wanna go upstairs?" Mindy looks to me and grabs my hand. I almost faint right then and there. She just had her tongue shoved down my throat but hand holding is when I lose it.
"What about the rules?" I ask her. I'm teasing again, but in the back of my head I'm also saying this to create an escape route for either of us, for me mostly.
"Fuck the rules," she pulls both of us up and after I nod to her she leads me away. Her and Chad flip each other off as we climb up the stairs.
We find an empty room surprisingly fast. After a bit of thought I'm sure it's because no one in this town is dumb enough to risk separating from the group. Well no one but me and Mindy, I guess. Mindy closes and locks the door, giving me that intense look she did downstairs, walking towards me as I walk backwards, her powerful eyes pushing me right onto the bed. Mindy smiles as she joins me, immediately getting on top of me. She strokes my face, moving my hair out of the way, "You're so pretty, baby." There's that heat filling my body again. Her hands on me, her body hovering over me, and her staring at me in a way that no one else ever has in my entire life. It's as if she's examining every aspect of my face, taking a mental picture for safe keeping. If I wasn't so entranced by that look in her eyes, so completely under her spell, there's no way I would be able to keep eye contact with her the way I am right now. She leans in slowly and kisses me once again, just as passionate as she was downstairs, but undeniably softer, more gentle, more…loving. Holy shit, Mindy Meek-Martin is kissing me like she loves me.
She slowly slides her hands across my body, toying with the hem of my shirt before lifting my upper body and taking it off entirely. Mindy kisses my ear and jaw as she undoes my bra strap at an impressively quick speed. She leans away from me and lets out a harsh, open-mouthed breath as she stares at my chest. Without hesitation she puts one of my nipples in her mouth, palming at my other tit as she looks up at me with those eyes and I think I might cum then and there. She bites down on my nipple and I gasp as my eyes go wide. I can hear her muffled chuckle from around my tit. As she continues sucking, she undoes my pants as well, messily pulling them down without trying to break away from my chest just yet.
"I have never seen anyone more perfect in my whole life," Mindy lets out, finally viewing my whole body. "I'm gonna make you feel so good baby. All those years of pining you've been doing will all be made up for, gorgeous." Mindy bites her lip as she glides her hands up and down my legs before, spreading them and coming face to face with my wet, throbbing cunt. She takes a deep whiff of my scent in. An act so disgustingly intimate, it makes me feel dizzy. She moves her nose against my clit, as if she's playing a game with it. It's so silly, I can't help but laugh. Instead of doing the natural next step, which would be putting her mouth on my swollen clit, she comes back up to meet my eyes, and gives me another amazing kiss. As Mindy moves her tongue through my mouth in a way that makes my brain go dumb, I'm completely caught off guard when she suddenly shoves two fingers inside me. She was completely aware of the effect this shock would have on me as she begins to laugh against my lips right on cue with my loud gasp. She moves her hand at a steady pace, not too slow or too fast, like she's a fucking pro. Which I seriously don't doubt she is. In a small town like Woodsboro, the openly gay population is considerably small, it's no surprise why all the girls in town would be coming in her direction. I don't even have the mental capacity to worry about how many girls have came before me right now though, because all that matters right now is that it's finally me. "Fuck, Mindy," I moan out.
"Yeah you like that, baby?" She gives me a breathy smile as she watches my face squirm.
"I like it so much, Mindy!" I bite my lip as she begins going faster.
"I told you it'd be good. You could be next on the chopping block, gotta make it worth it." I did not need that reminder of the reality we're living in and that there's a killer on the loose. I'd much prefer a life where all that I do is stay in this bedroom with Mindy. Just me and her, everyday, just like this.
Mindy kisses all over my upper body, any place where she can reach. She's had her lips on my neck, my cheeks, my forehead, my shoulders, my ears, my nose, and my lips of course. I can feel a tiny bit of love in every fleeting peck, and I wish this moment could last forever. Mindy begins to curve her fingers upwards all of a sudden, making me let out a loud groan as I squeeze my eyes shut. She feels so much deeper now, hitting a whole new angle. "Y/N…I've got something to tell you," Mindy's voice shifts in it's sound.
I open my eyes to look at her, her sobering tone catching me way off guard, "Yes?"
As she keeps fingering me hard, she looks me dead in my eyes and says, "I'm the killer."
I look at her with confusion at first, but then I begin to laugh. Clearly she must be joking. My sweet, goofy Mindy, a murderer? No way in hell. I expect her to join me in my laughter, returning the silly vibe that has been framing our entire interaction thus far tonight. But when she doesn't and instead stares into my soul again, a look that gives me a whole different feeling from her lustful eyes when we first got in here, my blood begins to run cold. The strange look Mindy's giving me does nothing to change the way she's pounding her fingers into my cunt right now, and as I open my mouth to speak, to say anything at all to break this uncomfortable tension, Mindy thrusts a third finger into me, stretching my cunt to the brim. "OH MY FUCKING GOD," I yell out, my back arching off the mattress. We continue to stare at each other, neither of us daring to break eye contact. I feel chills go all down my back, a result of the pure fear running through me mixed with the sensation still relentlessly meeting my cunt. It's an odd thing this moment, because I'm actually starting to consider the possibility of Mindy being an extremely violent person, but at the same time, the love I've harbored for her all these years, and her skills in the bedroom that could only be described as godly makes me question just how much I would care. But if she's brutally killed so many others, what would stop her from finishing me off. I could have just walked right into sudden death, and I had told her how I wanted it to happen. She slowly creeps her free hand up to my throat and wraps her fingers around it, my eyes become huge with fear, in this very moment, Mindy could be giving me the unique death I asked for. Being strangled while she stretches my cunt open. Taking my final breath as she prods at my g-spot. Would it really be so bad to die in her hands? Before I have time to continue pondering my mortality, Mindy finally breaks the bone-chilling face she's been giving me and let's out the most maniacal laugh I've ever heard.
"Oh I'm sorry. Seriously, I'm so sorry, Y/N. I just couldn't pass up that opportunity. I'm not the killer. Swear!" She struggles to get her words out from all her laughing and removes her hand from my neck to put her hand up as she gives her word, "Even though that's exactly what the killer would say," she adds on inquisitively.
I give her soft punches on her chest, "I hate you!"
"Well that can't be true," she says rolling her eyes cockily.
"You're horrible, I hate you!" I repeat to her, urging her to repent for the twisted joke she just played on me.
"Don't say that, it's so mean!" she feigns offense.
"Oh I'm the mean one!?" I laugh at her sheer audacity.
"Yes, because I make one little joke and suddenly you attack my entire character. I am a respected citizen around here."
"Respected by who exactly?"
"You, of course. You really love me. I mean, for a second you seriously considered that I was the killer and you still let me keep fingering you? When you said you'd risk your life for this, you really weren't kidding. I can't believe you're actually that desperate for me. You know, you really know how to make a girl feel appreciated." I close my eyes and hide my face in embarrassment for being completely put on the spot. There's no witty rebuttal I can pull out now that I've been read like a level 1 book. "Don't worry though baby, I think it's really really cute," Mindy moves to whisper that in my ear before moving my hands away and giving me a kiss on the side of my face. She moves to my other ear, "I think you're really cute," and she kisses the other side. And just like that she's back to kissing me all over, remedying the heart attack she almost gave me just minutes prior. Mindy moves herself south, coming face to face with my cunt yet again, she slowly pulls her three fingers out of me and immediately replaces that stimulation with her warm mouth. The loud slurping sounds of her on my cunt are so perverse they make my eyes roll back. Mindy eats me out like a starved woman, as if my pussy was the first meal she had in weeks.
"Holy shit, Mindy, that's so good," My head falls back as my eyes go too. Mindy alternates from moving her tongue in circles around my clit, and flexing it before sticking it in my hole. Once again, she's proven herself to be quite the expert. She reaches one of her hand up to grasp onto one of my tits, fondling it in a slightly rough fashion, while she contrasts with her other free hand softly stroking my inner thigh. It doesn't take a lot for me to get close, especially after the insane fingering she gave me before this, and before I know it, my back's once again arching off the bed and my fingers are grabbing at her curly black hair. "Mindy, Mindy, Mindy, oh I'm so fucking close," I let out breathlessly. I can feel Mindy chuckling against my cunt as she unearths this mind-numbingly good suction on my clit. My body thrashes on the bed wildly, trying to escape the intense feelings rushing over me. Much how I had considered escaping before coming up these stairs with Mindy. God, I can't believe I ever even considered passing up on this for a single second. Mindy takes her hand away from my tits and uses it to hold down my other thigh, keeping me from moving away from her mouth. She begins to hum against my pussy, immediately taking me over the edge with that added vibration. I pull her hair so hard, I'm lucky it's still on her scalp as I cream all over her tongue. "Ohhh my GOD, Mindy. Oh. My. God." I plop back down on the bed, my chest heaving, my vision going slightly blurry.
Mindy comes up from my cunt, smiling as she wipes my wetness off the corner of her mouth, "How was that?" She asks in a way that I'm sure is supposed to be smug. She knows exactly how it was, she heard me, she sees how completely fucked out she has me right now, she literally just wiped my cum off her mouth, "Tell me how it was," she presses again.
"Sorry, I'm trying to teach myself to breathe again, Mindy."
She still looks at me expectedly, waiting for her string of praise, "It was amazing Mindy."
"Really? What was amazing about it?" She cocks her head to the side with a smile.
"Everything! You are…amazing at that." I still attempt to steady my heart rate.
"But I'm sure you've had better though, right?" She says and feigns a pout. So Mindy Meeks-Martin has a praise kink, good to know.
"No, I haven't, Mindy. You're the best. The best I've ever had." She laughs at this proudly and bites her bottom lip as she watches me finally manage to slow my breath.
By the time my mind clears, I realize that Mindy is still fully clothed. All this time I've spent fantasizing about her body and I haven't even seen it yet. I reached over for her, tapping on her cotton-clad thigh, "Take these off."
Her face does a little twitch when I ask her this, as if she didn't expect me to be so straightforward, as if she forgot that I walked into this night with nothing to lose. "Well why ever would I want to do that?" She asks in faux confusion.
"So that you can sit on my face," I point both my index fingers to my face and give her a little smile, "So take. Them. Off."
"Bossy bossy," she gives a weak complaint as she gets off the bed to unbutton her pants and pulls them down slowly, she's teasing me. She somehow manages to pull her panties off even slower, and I'm sure this is the closest I've ever gotten to agony. When she finally pulls those down to, her pretty pussy on display for me, she smiles at me with her bottom lip between her teeth.
"That too," I point to her top half where she's still donning her little graphic tee. She pulls it over her head at a more acceptable speed and points to her bra, asking if she should remove that too, "Obviously," I tell her with a nod. She laughs as she unhooks her bra—her perky nipples now out for me to see—and climbs back in bed with me. She crawls over to me and makes her way to straddle my face, her perfect pussy hovering over my mouth. She looks down at me, her eyes already blown up as I grasp her ass and palm it for a moment before using it to push Mindy into my mouth.
The moment her wetness hits my lips I feel like my heart's going to explode out of my chest. Her flavor is the perfect combination of sweet and tangy, and I know now that nothing has ever tasted as good on my tongue and I'm certain nothing will ever beat it. I'm in awe of how this is my real life right now. I'm in awe of her. I can't believe that after all these years of wanting, the girl that I've dreamed of forever has had both pairs of her lips on my mouth all in one night. I look up at Mindy and she has her eyes closed and her lip between her teeth again, there's a slight flush painting her cheeks; could Mindy be…embarrassed? I was unaware that shyness was an emotion that it was possible for her to feel. I reach up and rub her back with the intention of soothing her, of letting her know that I'm here. With how she's holding back her moans and refusing to make eye contact, I can't help but question just how often Mindy's partners have returned the gift of pleasure back to her. Now even more than ever, I want Mindy to feel amazing, because that's exactly what she is, and that's exactly how she made me feel. I dig my tongue deeper into her sweet cunt and move my head around with the intention of reaching every angle of her tight hole. Mindy breathes heavier than before, huffing roughly as she, ironically, is now the one trying to arch herself away from my tongue. But I'm net letting her get away, there's nothing, and I mean absolutely nothing, that could keep me off this pussy. I tighten my hold on her plump ass and start moving her body back and forth on my tongue, making her grind on my face. She's all pants and twitches until I finally manage to get a sound out of her, "Fuck!" she shouts out, and by the way her eyes widen, I see she's instantly shocked by her current volume. I laugh from underneath her which makes her jerk up yet again. I hope that my eyes alone are enough to convey to her that she has nothing to be embarrassed about, and that it's more than okay for her to get loud. It's funny how she's always the biggest personality in the room, the center of attention, but when she's alone with me like this, receiving something from me, she becomes as quiet as a mouse. It seems my eyes have communicated the message I wanted them to because Mindy giggles a little bit, grabs onto the headboard and begins grinding on my face at her own pace. Regaining her famous confidence. She lets out whimper after whimper as she rides me like a horse, rubbing her own torso and tits with her free hand as she allows herself to use me like a toy, "Your tongue feels sooo good Y/N, oh fuck!" Mindy does a mix of a whisper and a shout. It isn't until then that I remember we're in a house full of people, and that anyone who came up these stairs most certainty heard me being loud as fuck for Mindy earlier like a little whore. Well now I have a reason to be glad that there's a killer on the loose, because that definitely is taking up all the space in everyone's brain, leaving none for the obnoxious teasing I would face for that moment under normal circumstances.
Mindy looks down at me as she continues quickly grinding on my tongue. I can see how it's a struggle for her to keep her eyes open at this point, they keep fluttering shut before she forces them back open, I know that she has to be close. I decide to take a page out of Ms. Meeks-Martin's book and pull out that same suction move she did on me that made me lose my mind. Her head whips back and that's the moment I know I've got her. Now all of a sudden she's all gasps, and "fucks" and "shits". Completely broken down for me. Having Mindy Meeks-Martin melting for me like this is better that winning the lottery. I hold her down in one spot as her whole body shakes and then just like that, her cream is covering my lips. I stick my tongue all the way inside her and swirl it around her hole, determined to to get as much of her sweet nectar in my mouth as possible, I refuse to let a single drop of her juice go to waste. This is the kind of cunt you can get addicted to. I watch as her face contorts wildly as a response to my fervor, any shame left in her completely dissipating. And I'm looking up at that exact expression that I'd imagined countless times, that never failed to get me off, and as my pussy twitches for her, I know that I can now die happy.
"Fuck, my ears are ringing," Mindy groans as she tries to lift herself up, she has to actually pull my head away to get my mouth off her, and I can't help but follow her up, completely hypnotized by that pussy. Her body flops down next to me as she stares at the ceiling, her chest quickly moving up and down, "Your mouth, is crazy," she turns her head to look at me.
"You taste heavenly," I reply as a turn my whole body towards her, brushing her hair out of her beautiful face, "I'm really glad you're the one I risked my life with tonight."
Mindy smiles a smile so soft that it can't be described as anything less than adorable, and then in true Mindy Meeks-Martin fashion asks me, "Wait…what if you're the killer?"
I raise my eyebrow at her and we give each other a challenging look before bursting into a harmonious laugh.
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Finally the long awaited part 2! Hopefully y'all believe it was worth the wait!!
Hi! I have a request for some gale weathers headcanons of her dating a softie. (Reader can be gn). Thank you so much in advance and I hope you enjoy writing these!
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Gale Weathers dating a softie (headcanons)
Warnings/contains: gn! reader, opposites attract trope, the reader is also a reporter because I just wanted to add in that little detail, light mentions of crime (money laundering, tax evasion, etc.), mentions of drinking (just wine, nothing too crazy)
Beginning notes: hey cd anon! this idea is so cute, I love it and I loved writing for it just as much 🥺 hope you enjoy!
Gale Weathers was someone known for a lot of things: her ambition, her charm, her bossiness, none of which were necessarily "soft" character traits. In general, she wasn't a very soft person, which is why a lot of people (her included) were shocked to find her drawn to you out of everyone
You lacked her ruthlessness and take-no-prisoners attitude when it came to chasing down stories. In fact, your reporting styles couldn't be more different: while she focused on true crime cases, you were much more interested in fluff pieces
Occasionally she'd see you on the TV when watching the news, but she didn't think very much of you at first. After all, what kind of reporter was content to grin and bear whatever kind of meaningless five minute slop they were forced to dish out by their superiors rather than hunting for the truth of what was really going on in their neighborhoods?
She thought you were a bit disingenuous, to be perfectly honest. That was, until she met you in person when she was out investigating a story involving the local pet shelter being part of a money laundering scheme
You were already at location, except you'd been sent to raise awareness about adopting out the elderly and disabled animals who needed a home. The moment she saw you crouched down on the floor, sweetly cooing at one of the blind dogs while it happily thumped its tail, she felt her usually firm and focused attitude disappear as her heart melted at the sight
When you noticed her standing nearby, you stood up and happily introduced yourself, seeming eager to have her there with you. She quickly learned that while you did enjoy the fluff pieces you were given to work on, they were also usually pushed onto you by the news station's producers since no one else wanted to take them, something that angered her to no end. How dare someone take advantage of your kind and gentle nature like that?
She explained why she was at the shelter, trusting you to not leak her story before she was ready to go public with it, something she rarely ever did. You were actually much more helpful than she thought you'd be, giving her information on when the workers left for lunch and even telling her where they kept the key to the back office so she could do a little extra digging
That wasn't the only time she saw you, and was actually the first of many, because after she successfully busted the pet shelter (who was not only part of a money laundering scheme but were also committing tax evasion too) you invited her to help you spread the word on all the different animals who needed to either be adopted or taken in by other shelters fairly quickly after the previous shelter owners got arrested so they wouldn't get thrown out onto the street and become strays until somebody bought the building again (it got repossessed due to them not paying property tax either)
Getting to see you in person rather than on a television screen as you urged people to come adopt made her heart do funny things in her chest and her stomach fill with butterflies. It was then and there that she decided to ask you out, something that you gleefully said yes to
The two of you decided to work together fairly often after that, her pieces bringing grim reminders of just how dark the real world could be while yours were the silver lining to it all, ending the daily news hour with a much happier note that it wasn't all bad
A lot of your coworkers were surprised to find out you were dating. You, the literal embodiment of sunshine and rainbows, was dating Gale, the bulldozing stormcloud? Obviously that couldn't be right
Turns out that it was, and the two of you couldn't have been more happy. You always listen to her tireless rants when it came to hunting down information that she needed in order to break a story, and she lets you gush over whatever feel-good thing you were working on to top it all off once her time on the air was up
She never, ever lets anyone take advantage of your good nature, and has been known to go off on your coworkers and even bosses for mistreating you because she knows you most likely won't say anything yourself
While she isn't much of a physical affection kind of person, she indulges you since she knows that you are, fully welcoming the hugs and kisses you always give her whenever saying hello and goodbye (in fact she becomes very grumpy when you don't and ends up in a sour mood thinking that she's done something wrong)
Anytime you're ever around animals, babies, or small children she's instantly reminded of just how much she loves you because of how sweet and gentle you are with them (I also think she could be easily persuaded into adopting either a pet or having a baby if you were to ever ask because she hates saying no to you)
She loves surprising you, whether it be with a trip to one of your favorite places or a gift that she knows you'll love because of the way your entire face lights up with joy at the sight of it. She's a bit less exciteable but still enjoys surprises from you nonetheless because of the thought you always put into them
After long days, her favorite thing to do is make her way back home where she knows you'll be waiting with a big glass her favorite wine. She likes to relax on the couch while listening to one of her vinyls as she drinks and you give her massages
In the morning, however, she's equally as eager to be woken up by your lips peppering her face with soft kisses and your fingers lacing through her hair as you move to work out all the knots she's gained while asleep
Anytime you compliment her on her work or tell her how beautiful she is (with and without makeup) it always makes her heart swell up with the deep-seated affection that she has for you and you alone
Gale has never been one to trust other people as well as she trusts herself, but she does when it comes to you, and she knows wholeheartedly that you're the person that she loves and wants to spend the rest of her life with. No one else could ever bring out her softness the same way that you do <3
End notes: I hope this is okay cd anon! I honestly didn't do as much editing as I initially planned because I kind of liked the little backstory I added where her and the reader met (and I know that makes these headcanons super long and a lot more specific than the initial ask/prompt so I really hope you still enjoy it 😭)
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hiiii! i just found your blog and im literally obsessed with your writing, especially for Scream. could i maybe request some dating Dewey Riley headcanons please? thank you thank you thank you in advance!
Here you go, everything I was able to squeeze from my brain at the moment!
Contains: Dewey being a sweet-heart, Pre-Established Relationship, Gender Ambiguous Reader
One thought— flustered Dewey.
No matter where you are or what you are doing as soon as this man thinks of you and how lucky he is to call you his own he is a flustered mess. Doesn’t matter if the thoughts were innocent or not. Even your smiling face is enough to make him blush his words coming out rushed and his heart beating like crazy.
Dewey would be the best partner, in my opinion.
Dating Dewey means you’re signing up for lots of lunch dates and late-night ramblings as the both of you cuddle.
Show up to this man's work and he’ll simply say “Not right now [Y/n], I’m on duty.” all it takes is one pleading look for him to cave going along with whatever you had shown up for.
He will constantly talk about you when you're not around gushing about you to anyone willing to listen boasting about how amazing you are. What’s that? You think you’re not all that? Dewey is immediately there, making sure you know just how incredible you are.
Dewey loves holding hands along with any other innocent touch. He just feels so comforted by the weight of your hand or cheek in his palm.
Your voice– Dewey loves it. Most of his fondest memories are the way your face would light up as you rant about whatever you were currently interested in describing it in great detail. He doesn’t care if he doesn’t understand a single word you're saying he’s happy to just nod along and let you talk your heart out.
His lock screen is a photo of you smiling or sleeping on his lap/chest. Every time he opens his phone for whatever reason he will stop and smile admiring your photo.
Dewey had a dopey grin stuck to his face as he watched you. Your hands were flying around as you stood next to him words flying from your mouth in a joyous flurry. Everything about you was mesmerizing from the smile that curled on your lips to the excited look in your eyes that only further pulled in Dewey.
“Dewey?” the man jerked back now noticing how closely he had leaned to your face. Flushing he chuckled rubbing the back of his neck, “S-sorry, love. Kind of zoned out there.” your smile never faltered as you leaned up and pecked him on the lips, catching him off guard.
“You didn’t hear a word I said, did you?” Dewey’s hands found your hips as he avoided your playful gaze, “N-not really. I kind of got distracted. You just look so striking when you get excited.”
Hey! How are you doing? I have a request. So, I started to realize that a lot or most of my requests. So, here’s a request that isn’t smutty (I’m not sure if this is considered smutty). My request is some headcanons for aftercare with Gale weathers. I would prefer this to be with a gn reader.- 💿
What aftercare with Gale Weathers is like (headcanons)
Warnings/contains: gn! reader, slight nsfw content and references to sex, soft! Gale, some fluffiness
Beginning notes: hi cd anon!! I'm doing pretty good hehe 🥰 these might be a little short so I hope that's okay 💞
You'll pretty much always need to be taken care of after sex with Gale, as she has a thing for long and intense sessions that sometimes only end when you tap out (which she of course abides by immediately)
Her first goal is to always help you come back from the subspace you most likely slipped into as much as she can, at least trying to get a few responses after you if you've been fucked especially stupid
She murmurs softer coos of reassurances and praise than she typically would otherwise while using a warm, damp rag to wipe you down so you won't feel as sticky and gross from being covered in sweat and other bodily fluids
After getting you at least semi-clean, she helps you sit up enough so you can drink some water, something she insists on you doing no matter what kind of session you had. In some cases she might also get you a small snack so you can start to regain your energy
Typically you'll take showers together after having sex, though if you're too tired to stand she'll draw a bath for the both of you instead. This is when she washes you off more thoroughly and takes the time to massage your aching joints (she deeply appreciates it if you do the same for her in return, though it isn't necessary)
She'll dry you off with big, fuzzy towel once you get out and perhaps even slip one of her robes on you to wear while she grabs a clean change of clothes for you both, helping you into yours first before moving on to getting dressed herself
If the sheets need to be washed, then she'll pull them off the bed and set them in the dirty hamper to be dealt with later, but if you had sex in another aera or on another surface (such as her office/on her desk, in the kitchen/on the counter, etc.) then she'll just guide you over to the bed and help you lay down since you're usually tired enough afterwards to take a nap
She'll stay with you if she can, but if she has to leave for work then she'll carefully tuck you in and place a kiss to your head, leaving a bottle of water and a snack behind on the nightstand for whenever you wake up again
Sometimes she might provide extra and gentler care if you've had a rougher session that's resulted in leaving behind (consensual) marks, bruises, etc. as she'd never want you to actually be hurt besides maybe feeling a little sore
End notes: I did my best to make her a bit softer here while still keeping her in character because I think her gentler side would come out during aftercare 🥺
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Hi! I saw that you were doing the dirty a-z headcanons. So, I decided to just send them all in at once. (I didn’t know if I mentioned this but these are for Gale.)
D, E, I, K, N, P, Y, Z
Sorry in advance for these being a lot. But I hope that you have fun writing these and I can’t wait to see what you come up with. - 💿
Hey cd anon! Thanks so much for sending something in, it's not too much don't worry 🥰
(Dirty A-Z headcanon game can be found here, nsfw under the cut)
D - Dominance (do they prefer to dominate, or be dominated? do they have experience as a Dom? Do they have a Dom that they trust already? What kind of things do they enjoy as/with their Dominant partner?)
Gale definitely prefers to dominate. She loves to be in control in all aspects of her life, and that includes in the bedroom. Regardless of whether she's topping or bottoming, she's still the one who's pulling the reigns. (And this is really random, but I could totally see her having worked as a professional dominatrix at some point, maybe during college, in order to make some extra money before she became a successful reporter.)
E - Extra info (any other fetishes? feet? leather? role playing? blood? fantasies that they might want to experience not on this list?)
I think she wouldn't mind putting on a latex dominatrix suit every once in a while, but it's not really something that comes out all the time due to how long it takes her to get it on and off. If you want to wear something leather or latex, though, she definitely wouldn't protest. I don't really know if this would be considered a fetish or not, but in general she loves seeing you in a submissive postion, such as being bent over or on your hands and knees, even if it's for a completely innocent reason. She'd probably also enjoy some kind of roleplay where she pretends to be your boss and you're her secretary who she then fucks on her desk.
I - Impact play (here’s where talking about things like spanking, paddles, canes, floggers and the like.)
She loves to spank you, whether it's as a reward or a punishment (or both). Usually she just uses her hand, but she definitely has a few floggers and paddles that she might use on occasion if you're going for a longer and more in-depth session. If it's just her spanking you, though, then she'll just pull you over her lap and use her hand rather than having you all set up in the bedroom.
K - Kissing (what parts of their body do they like having kissed? what parts of their partner do they enjoy kissing? do they like leaving marks / having marks left on them?)
Her neck is very sensitive, so if you kiss her there at any point then you're basically guaranteed for at least a heavy makeout session if nothing more. Same with her thighs, though it's generally much easier to access the former rather than the latter. On you, she also enjoys kissing your neck, as well as your shoulders and upper back, especially if she has you pinned face first to a wall or bent over something with her body pressed right up against yours. Hickeys are some of her favorite marks to leave on you, especially on your neck as I've previously mentioned. You're more than welcome to leave hickeys on her in turn, but don't feel too disappointed if she ends up covering the more visible ones up with makeup whenever she goes into work (she has to look presentable for live TV broadcast, after all).
N - Not yet (orgasm delay? orgasm denial? do they tell their partner not to touch themselves for a certain amount of time or under certain circumstances? do they delay or deny other things like bathroom usage or food? do they need to beg first? do they like being denied / delayed?)
Oh, she loves to delay/deny your orgasms for as long as possible. Seeing you struggle to hold yourself back from finishing often makes her get close to cumming herself. In general, she has a blanket rule that you're not allowed to touch yourself or try to get off without her there, and if she isn't there then you have to ask for her permission first unless you want to be punished. And don't even think about her letting you finish or touch yourself without doing a bit of begging first, because what kind of fun would it be otherwise?
P - Photography (are cameras allowed in the bedroom? do they send nudes? do they ask for nudes? would they ever record themselves having sex / being caught up in a sexual act?)
Cameras are most definitely allowed, especially if you're away from each other and you want to touch yourself with her gone. One of her conditions for this is you have to either be on the phone with her while you pleasure yourself or you have to make a recording for her to look back over later. She doesn't send nudes incredibly often, but when she does it's always with the intent of getting you worked up. She fully welcomes you sending nudes back, so long as you're aware that she intends on seeing you naked in person after. As for being recorded while having sex, she enjoys that, too. Knowing her she'd probably go all out with the set-up, getting a sturdy tripod with a camera that has the best lenses so the videos can come out looking almost professional. What can she say, she loves being recorded, and she loves to look good while it happens.
Y - Yes, Master (what kinds of names are used during sex? do they like being called master / mistress, daddy, etc…? what names do they call their partner?)
She would love to be called a title such as mistress, though it's not required. It is, however, expected for you to refer to her as ma'am whenever you're having a session, and to especially end your sentences with it ("yes ma'am", "no ma'am", etc.). I've said before in other posts that she enjoys degradation, and that certainly implies with the names she calls you, which can range from having a slightly condescending undertone to being outright mocking. "Aw, look at how pathetic you are, crawling across the floor for me just like a little pet. You want a treat, hm? Then I guess you'd better get on your knees and beg for it. Good dog."
Z - Zones (what are their erogenous zones? what spots on their body should be touched, bitten, kissed, when someone wants to get them in the mood?)
As I've said before, her neck is really sensitive, but so are her thighs, so I wouldn't recommend placing your hand there under a table unless you're prepared to be dragged away to the bathroom for a quickie. Touching her waist can also be a bit of a turn-on for her depending on how it's done. If you just have your hand resting on the small of her back or around her waist, then she can force herself to ignore it, but if you wrap your arms around her waist from behind and buy your face into the side of her neck then she's instantly worked up and ready to go.
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Synopsis: It's your last night alive and you only have one mission: fuck Mindy Meeks-Martin.
Consists of: Gender neutral AFAB reader, mentions of death, mentions of murder, brief mention of knives, brief mention of guns, brief mention of drugs and alcohol, reader is so sickeningly in love with Mindy, a little asphyxiation, reader and Mindy make out
Here it is, the long awaited end of the world, or the end of Woodsboro at least. And what's the best way to say goodbye? A giant house party apparently. It's supposedly "For Wes" but I've never seen half these people in the same room as him when he was alive, and we only toasted to him once before people went back to their typical house party nonsense: hooking up, smoking, and smashing shit.
But I'm here too so you'd think that says something about me too, makes me hypocritical for critiquing my peers. But I'm here for one reason, and one reason only. And that reason happens to have curly black hair, a highly eccentric personality, and the most animated reactions ever known to man, Mindy Meeks-Martin.
Now I've never actually talked to Mindy, but there's something about the feeling of the end that pushes you to take chances. Even before the killings, I knew now was the time to get bold, it is senior year after all. Now that my high school career as well as my literal life may be ending, it truly is now or never.
Mindy is sitting in the living room, loudly commentating on the scene in Stab where Randy explains "The Rules." She's so immersed in it, probably a combination of her love for movies and her admiration for her uncle, but maybe because a part of her thinks these rules could truly come in clutch now. Maybe she's prepping for survival. I come over and sit next to her in the most casual way I can. Not too close, but not far away enough for someone else to squeeze in between us, I'd gotten tripped up too many times before, I had to have a fool proof plan this time.
But to my surprise, Mindy speaks to me, "You ready to die tonight?" she asks with a smile completely inappropriate for the question. If it was anyone else, I might even be weirded out. But it was Mindy, and she asked me a question.
"Oh yeah, I have a special request for the killer of how I wanna die," I smile back at her, copying her way of sitting, leaning back against the couch.
"Well do tell!"
"Well, I don't just wanna be stabbed, or shot, or any of that other boring shit. I want something interesting-"
"Like Tatum in the garage door?" she cuts me off.
"Exactly! Just like that. But not exactly that, still something new. If I have to get killed here like tens of people before, I'd definitely like to have something that sets my murder apart from the others."
"Oh so you're one of those people that try to be different," she rolls her eyes playfully, "attention seeker."
"And you're not? Sitting here at the center of the party yelling at the TV. If anything it seems like you're the attention seeker."
"I don't need to seek attention, people look at me anyways. You especially," Mindy scoots closer to me now, resting her head on her arm propped up on the back of the couch. She looks at me intensely.
"I-I don't-" I start, feeling myself getting ready to back out. But then I remember, last chance. I'm never gonna have Mindy Meeks-Martin this close to me ever again, hell we both might be dead by tomorrow. Now or never, "It's hard not to, a pretty girl like you."
"You think I'm pretty?" she bats her eyelashes rapidly and plays with her hair. She knows this. When you look like she does you have to know.
"You're gorgeous," I continue.
She comes even closer, her face inches away from mine, "You are too. I didn't know if you'd ever grow the balls to come talk to me. It made me kinda sad, honestly. I could've fucked you years ago."
"W-what?" and there goes my composure.
"I could've fucked you years ago," she says slower, really wanting me to understand, "But now I can't. So sad," she pouts, shaking her head.
"Why not?"
"Rule number one, darling, "Never have sex" especially not in this spooky ass house, you know this is where the original act three went down."
I, in fact, did not know that. But having knowledge of it now, doesn't make my pussy throb any less for her. If anything it makes everything feel more necessary, more urgent. I urgently needed to see Mindy Meeks-Martin naked.
"Those rules aren't always true though. Sidney had sex. In this "spooky ass house" no less, and she's still standing."
"Yes because Sidney Prescott is a freak of nature, the most special of cases. We're not Sid."
"Speak for yourself."
She lets out a breathy laugh, "If you have sex you could die. You want me so bad that you'd risk it?"
"What if I did?" I challenge her, making the gap between our faces smaller and smaller.
"I'm not gonna let you get me caught up," she puts both her hands up in defense, "You really think you can fight the rules?"
"I think you'd really like to see me try," I lean all the way in, pressing my lips against Mindy's gently, fighting every urge in my body to stick my tongue in her mouth right away. But once again, Mindy beats me to it, her tongue already exploring every corner of my mouth. She grabs my face with both hands, and brings the rest of her body closer, she's almost straddling me. Mindy kisses like she's hungry. As if she's been starving and I'm her first meal in weeks. My body feels hot all over, my skin is burning, every hair on my body is standing straight up. I feel like I'm not even in my own body right now, like I've floated away to what I can only assume to be heaven because Mindy is kissing me right now, and it's better than every dream I've ever had.
I'm not really sure what to do with my hands. I want to touch her of course, but I'm not entirely sure where the best place would be right now. The waist is a given, but Mindy doesn't seem like the kind of girl that'd like that. It'd be awkward to hold her face because she's already holding mine. My thoughts are immediately swiped away as she grabs my hand and places it in her hair. I run my hands through her hair, pulling her deeper and deeper into me. We haven't stopped to breathe once, but I kinda like the dizzy feeling it gives me. I think I have a new request, death by suffocation. I can think of no better way to have my last breath than directly into Mindy Meeks-Martin's mouth.
"God, get a room Mindy!" Mindy and I pull away from each other as a loud male voice shouts in our direction. Mindy's brother Chad, plops down on the couch next to me and chirps a quick "Hi." I awkwardly wave back.
"Must you ruin EVERYTHING??" Mindy shouts at him, reaching behind me to push his head back.
"Ow!"
"You wanna go upstairs?" Mindy looks to me and grabs my hand. I almost faint right then and there. She just had her tongue shoved down my throat but hand holding is when I lose it.
"What about the rules?" I ask her. I'm teasing again, but in the back of my head I'm also saying this to create an escape route for either of us, for me mostly.
"Fuck the rules," she pulls both of us up and after I nod to her she leads me away. Her and Chad flip each other off as we climb up the stairs.
