it seems we're both excited to watch Scream VI! what a good thing.
unfortunately, we still have to wait a little longer...so let's talk about Tara Carpenter, shall we?
(warning: implied gp!reader; implied height difference; Dom/Sub dynamic; ghostface!Tara; overstimulation.)
Tara looks like a good girl...funny, innocent, sweet girl, whose laughter could make even the coldest heart beat a little faster. whose hand are warm and so, so tiny compared to yours. she is just the cutest, all freckles and brown eyes, pink aesthetic and a love for scary movies.
when she asks you what is your favorite scary movie, you don't even think much about it.
at least not until you see a tiny Ghostface right in front of you.
Tara looks like danger while chasing after you. you both trip, hit walls and break furniture all over your house. it only ends when you're pinning her on the floor, her face completely exposed to you and a new feeling you've never felt before burning inside you.
something within anger and fear and love and lust.
you don't even know. you just want to take her right there, right after Tara fucking Carpenter tried to stab you.
Tara looks like fire when you fuck the shit out of her. she doesn't fight back when you break her, when you give her twice the feeling of being hunted down by a beast. if something, it looks like she wants you to do so...to fill her up and rub her sweet spots until she loses consciousness, to make her feel so defenseless and good at the same time. she is by all means the murderer inside the room, but you're the one driving her to the edge again and again and again.
have a good look; Tara Carpenter is a masterpiece. her wet thighs, throbbing pussy and red, swollen lips as she whines, whimpers, begs you to stop, to keep going, to do something, anything to extinguish the fire inside her - there's just so much thirst in this girl...ruining her is the least you could do after all the running and trouble she made you go through.
oh, and when you turn her delicate but strong body into a mess, overflowing with pleasure to the point it's painful, she knows you've always been the best first target she could have picked.
now, now...I might have written a little to much. a bad habit of mine, you could say.
I just wonder...what would you write, if your goal was to elaborate this scenario?
oh, but don't push yourself, alright? if it's to much we could just pretend it didn't happened at all.
have a nice day, darling!
oh. my. god.
my mouth was hanging open the whole time i read this wtf.
THIS IS SO COOL I LOVE THIS IDEA!!!
(when i get some free time tomorrow i’ll hopefully write it, this is amazing you little talented anon)












