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first time having sex with Choptop headcanons please

Sorry for taking so long to get requests done. But, I’m back heh. Hope you like it ✌️

•He’s always making sure you’re okay. Not stopping, but definitely asking when he feels you may feel in pain. Chop is just really careful with you the first time. Don’t expect it next time though

•They do say everything is bigger in Texas and they were definitely right. ChopTop is huge in your eyes. You still can’t believe he can fit in you to this day. It does make for some great sex though

•You find out he loves his plate being licked. You thought it was just an insult at first, but oh boy when you tried it, he was a panting drooling mess. You use this to your advantage when you wanna shut him up

•Tons of juices, bodily fluids, and blood. It was very messy and there was definitely a lot of drool and sweat. Need I say more?

•There was a lot of loud moaning and screams of pleasure. Both from you and ChopTop, mostly ChopTop though. Bubba was scared at first, but Drayton just took him out of the house, disgusted by your actions and loudness.

•Tender and sloppy kisses. You guys couldn’t let your lips apart from each other for so long. His rough lips of your soft ones was like magic for you both.

•Him cuddling you afterwards. He drapes his arms around your lower body and holds you tightly. He will tell you he loves you and kiss you even more. He’s a giant teddy bear after sex

how would choptop react when his s/o is injured

This be be in two parts. If you injured yourself and if you were injured by a victim

•He’d probably make fun of you if you hurt yourself by accident, but if someone hurt ya, they’re dead before you knew it

•Lets just say if you hurt your foot tripping over something in the tunnels he would help you up, but you’d constantly here him laugh at you and make fun of it. Until you yell at him then he’s quiet

•Chop will stop laughing after a few minutes then he’d ask if you were okay. If you were, he will leave and go listen to Iron Butterfly or Black Sabbath. If not, he’s going to help you.

•If a victim hurt you he’s running at fun speed with his raze blade outstretched and ready to slice their fucking throats.

•The victim wouldn’t have any idea what they had brought upon themselves. The torture was painful and real slow. They got their karma

•It’s actually scary to see ChopTop angry, which he never gets angry. Annoyed, yeah. Angry, very rarely.

•You could see the steam coming out of his ears as he walks into the tunnels with his clothes soaked in dark colored blood and helps you with your injury.

•He’s great at fixing people up. It was part of his training to learn how to do so and it’s so helpful. You don’t even need to go to the hospital. Thank god

Announcement!

Okay so, I just saw It Chapter 2 and I’m happy to announce that the Losers Club is now on my request list! Request away ❤️

Yeah this post went a lot of places. Tumblr was fucking up so oof. I forgot who requested this so rip

•You help him get his medicine. They never have any, or Drayton has them stored away and won’t give any to you, so you just hop into ChopTop’s car and get it from the local pharmacy. It better help him get better cause town is far from Texas Battle Land.

First kiss headcanons for the Sawyer brothers?

Hey everyone! It's been a while! Well I'm back and better than ever!

Also sorry I didn't write for Nubbins, I don't know his character well!

Choptop

• If anything, it was super sloppy and out of the blue. You were sitting on the couch, watching an old film and boom! Choptop comes into the room all excited and hype and kisses you.

•He isn't a good kisser and truth be told, he never kissed anyone before. So it was really sloppy, like kissing a guy after 6 shots of strong whisky. And there will definitely be a sneaky boob grab

•it was really sweet though cause he was showing his full affection. He definitely will be kissing you more often

Bubba

•It was a very nervous kiss. He is a big man and he always has the fear of hurting you. So he would be as gentle as he could ever be when kissing you. Of course you'd have to be the lead in kissing

•It would have been on valentines day or your birthday that he would kiss you. He wanted the first kiss be special and why not on one of those days? He wants anything to be special with you

•His eyes would light up when kissing you. This man has been touch starved and never had a relationship with anyone so this was very new to him.

Can you do a John doe x scene reader?

Ofc!! ^_^

JOHN DOE X SCENE READER!! >w<

🌈In the my space era, he would ALWAYS be on it, even if he didn’t know how it worked!

🌈 He LOVES to watch you make kandi bracelets!

🌈He may or may not wear some of your bracelets when you’re away :3

🌈Doe loves your fashion sense and will just watch you style your hair or put on your eyeliner while looking in the mirror <3

🌈He will love to listen to the music you listen to and will just stare at you vibe to it ^_^

🌈Doe loves the individuality of humans so he will be open to almost anything you’re into!

🌈He probably LOVES invader zim too!!

🌈John Doe will try on your clothes and have a whole ass fashion show in your closet/room lmfao

🌈If you draw in the scene art style, he WILL hang up your art and probably frame it

🌈He will also try to mimic it because he thinks it’s really cute! XD

🌈In conclusion, he loves you and everything you do and he will support you no matter what!!

Fear Street MASTERLIST

Fear Street: 1994 characters

Deena Johnson

First Time | smut, fluff (WIP)

Fear Street: 1978 characters

Cindy Berman

The Berman Crush (featuring Ziggy Berman) - angst, smut (WIP)

Perfect | Smut

Tommy Slater

{coming soon!} Love Story | smut, angst, fluff

Teenage Nick Goode

After Party Confessions | fluff, slight angst (WIP)

Fear Street: 1666 characters

Constance Berman

Late Night Kisses | Fluff

Constance berman x fem reader where they sneak off to the church at night and end up kissing <3

Hope you enjoy it! :) <3

Late Night Kisses - Constance Berman

Pairing: Constance Berman x female reader

Warnings: none

Summary: You and Constance decide to sneak out and meet up at the church and exchange some late-night kisses.

Word count: 395

(author's note: I struggled with the time period a bit)

You and Constance had planned this out for a while but never got to do it, but tonight was the night you two would meet up at the church to spend time together.

You woke to the sound of pebbles hitting your window as you crawl out of your warm bed and scurry to the window as you look out, seeing your girlfriend standing and smiling up at you. You turn away and sneak past your sleeping brother as you slip through the cracked door, not caring about changing your clothes.

You greeted your girlfriend quietly as you grabbed her hand and led her to the church. Giggles escaped from your lips as she giggled before halting in her tracks when you both step into the church. She quietly closes the door and brings you into a soft and sleepy kiss as you wrap your arms around her waist.

"I love you, Constance."

"I love you too, Y/N."

You and Constance take a seat near the podium and smile at each other before kissing again this time the kiss is filled with energy before looking towards the door when you hear someone walking by as you both hide, trying to find another spot to stay and continue to be with each other.

Constance gropes your hand as you look into her big blue eyes, she smiles before cupping your cheek and kissing you one more time as you pull away from her and rest your head on her shoulder. You sigh as you look down at your laced fingers, falling asleep together.

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When the early morning rises, you wake up and look around the room, seeing that you're in the church. You wake up Constance before you both say your goodbyes before sneaking into your houses and getting dressed.

"Y/N, where have you been?"

"Mother,"

"Where were you?"

"I- fine, I snuck out to the creek nearby to watch the fish." You lie.

Your mother soon forgives you as she motions you to get dressed so you can do your morning chores before heading to church. You did your chores before heading out of your cottage and over to your girlfriend as you both smile at each other.

"I had fun,"

"I did too,"

You greet Abbigail before you three head down to the church to hear pastor Miller talk. You take a seat next to Constance as you both exchange a smile.

I was wondering if you could do cindy berman x fem reader smut and some max mayfield/ziggy berman smut and fluff

[hi love. here it is. hope you enjoy it!]

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Alone - Cindy Berman

Pairing: Cindy Berman x Fem!Reader (featuring Alice and Arnie)

Warnings: SMUT, Minors DNI, oral (both receiving), fingering (both receiving)

Word Count: 899

Summary: Before the chaos sank in, you and Cindy finally decide on doing the dirty.

A/N: You and Cindy are dating.

The sun was setting in the distance, the cool air blew through Nightwing but the humidity was high. The sweat glistened on your forehead as you see Cindy, making your way towards her.

You walk up to Cindy, standing in front of her as she looks up at you and smiles. "Hey," She says.

"I need help with something …personal. And wondering if you would like to join me?"

"Sure," She agrees as she stands before grabbing your hand, you lead the way towards the mess hall -- door shutting as you kiss her before pulling away, still holding her hand and heading into the empty kitchen.

Rushing into the empty kitchen as you connect your lips with Cindy's, her hands feel your body, squeezing your ass cheeks then raising her hands to slide under your shirt and bra, lightly groping your breasts as her thumbs play with your nipples.

"Oh, Cindy." You moan between kisses.

She retrieves herself whilst sliding her hands down to the hem of your shirt, pulling your cropped fabric over your head tossing it to the floor. You unbutton Cindy's polo, sliding the shirt over her head and again, tossing it on the floor. She brings your lips back to hers as if she knew what to do in the moment.

You slide your hand in her pants as your massage her, the fabric of her panties preventing you from getting to where you want your hand to be. Cindy's breath shudders, pulling away slightly as she feels her knees weaken. You pull out your hand from your girlfriends shorts as she unbuttons them and slides them off, looking around and making sure no one is around.

You grab her and help her up on the counter, standing between Cindy's legs, kissing her soft lips. She lays down and you begin kissing every inch of her face, neck, and torso, leading the trail towards her breasts. You pull the straps off Cindy's shoulders, pulling her bra down as it rests below her breasts. You kiss the skin around her nipple before sucking the bud making Cindy lean her head back as pleasure rushes through her body.

"Shit," Cindy moans, moaning even more as you snake your other hand down to her panty line, gently massaging that area. You move away from her breasts and slide Cindy's panties off and throw them on the floor. You insert your fingers into her gently, curling them at the same time. You watch her, seeing her squirm beneath you and moaning so loud that the campers may hear.

"Shh, baby…"

Continuing to squirm, you pump in and out of her at a faster pace while rubbing her clitoris with your thumb. Cindy bites her lip as the pressure builds, knot tangling up in her stomach. She moans out loud, trying to keep them quiet so no one hears her. Without you realizing, Cindy comes on your fingers as you go deeper and begin to curl your fingers again.

"Oh, shit!" She moans.

Hearing the moans and watching her orgasm made your cunt twitch even more, feeling hers twitch too. You pull your fingers out of her and insert them into her mouth and licking Cindy's juices off her fingers.

Cindy sits up, looking at you and hopping off the counter to grab your waist and pull you close, kissing you once again before turning around and her pinning you to the counter, kissing your lips before moving down to your chest, nipping at the buds of your breasts. Flicking her tongue on one bud as her hands squeezes your breast while lowering your panties down with her other hand getting enough space to insert her middle and ring fingers in you as a soft gasp escapes from your mouth, panting.

She continues to finger you faster than you fingered her prior, making your legs shake as you hold Cindy closer lips separating. You grope the counter top with your hands, bucking your hips back and forth to gain more friction but soon orgasm on Cindy and the floor beneath you.

"Holy shit, Cindy."

You both lay atop the pile of clothes that were once on your bodies, out of breath and feeling great at the same time. She turns to her side, leaning her head on her hand and looking at you bringing you into a kiss. You pull away before offering to go and take the rest of the day easy since you both were tired from the intense sex session you guys had.

"You wanna go somewhere and take a break for the rest of the day?" You ask as she immediately nods.

"Yes, I would love that."

You smile at each other before getting up and getting dressed, heading out of the kitchen and towards the door of the mess hall. You grab her hand and pull her towards your (counselor) cabin, laying in the uncomfortable and squeaky mattress, covering up with the thin blanket and grabbing your book as she yanks it from your hand.

Cindy lets you lay on her chest, beginning to read the words on the crisp page. She delicately runs her fingers your hair, continuing on. Before you both knew it, you both fell asleep as the book lays on Cindy's lap. You and Cindy end up staying asleep for the rest of the night, sleeping in each other's arms.

Ziggy berman x female reader getting caught in the act <3

Finally finished! I hope you enjoy it. :)

and sorry it’s so short. I was sick when I was writing this, and only wrote 575 words. I didn’t feel like writing more than that.

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Caught in the Act - Ziggy Berman

Pairing: Ziggy Berman x female reader

Warnings: smut, swearing

Word count: 575 words

Summary: You and Ziggy get caught doing the dirty.

Since you are a counselor it was against the law when it comes to dating a camper. But no one knew because you and Ziggy kept not only your relationship a secret so no one knew you were together. However, things went differently then what you both were expecting on that late and warm night.

And, it was really late. After the color war and after all the chaos you and Ziggy endured prior that day...

After sneaking away and going somewhere private, you and Ziggy giggle as she kisses you. You take a seat on a table as she rest her hand on your lower stomach.

"Oh, shit."

Ziggy looks at you as you look at her before she slides her hand into your pants, and beginning to insert her finger. Breathy moans begin to escape your lips as you grab on to her arm. Your girlfriend continues pumping in and out of your wet cunt, soon you come on her fingers. Sliding her fingers out, she licks you off of her before she moves and begins to kiss you- leading a trail of kisses down to your chin then to your neck. She sucks on your neck, leaving a purple and blue mark on you before Ziggy moves her hands down to the bottom of your shirt.

Pulling it over your head, she tosses it down before kissing your torso. She nips at the sensitive skin of your breasts, causing you to feel over heated. She snakes her hand behind your back, unsnapping your bra in the process. You pull her face back to yours before pulling away long enough to remove her shirt. You and Ziggy are now both topless as she unbuttons your pants, and removing them in the process.

Before she can insert her finger inside you, someone busts through the door as you both stop and cover up. Looking over, you and your girlfriend see Cindy as her eyes widen at you both before turning away and looking at different things in the cabin.

"I'm so sorry,"

"What the fuck?! What do you need, Cindy?" Ziggy asks as she grabs your shirt and bra.

"I need you and Y/N to help me with something."

"Okay," You say.

Sliding your bra and shirt on, you watch as Ziggy does the same before you get your pants on as well. You look at your girlfriend as the lusftful look in her eyes fade, watching Ziggy roll her eyes.

"You can turn around now."

"Okay,"

The awkward silence kicks in before you all break away from it and leave the cabin, heading over towards the mess hall. You sigh while Ziggy crosses her arms going back to the moody, rebellious state she was in prior that day.

"This is what you needed help with?"

You and Ziggy look at the older Berman then towards the messy tables in the cafeteria.

"Yes, because Tommy is out helping with something else. Alice and Arnie are no where to be seen along with Joan, Kurt, and Nick."

"Ok,"

You and Ziggy help her clean up, before getting back to your cabin and calling it a night because you both were too tired to get things heated.

Pecking her temple, you get into the bed beside Ziggy's and curl up into a ball before falling asleep.

HI CAN YOU DO A ZIGGY BERMAN OR MAX MAYFIELD X FEMALE READER SMUT THANK U

[Hello, love! Here it is. Hope you enjoy! And I will start writing Max Mayfield scenarios soon.]

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I'm On Fire - Ziggy Berman

Pairing: Ziggy Berman x Fem!Reader

Warnings: SMUT, minors DNI, oral, fingering, shower sex

Word Count: 1,012

Summary: After Ziggy caught you pleasuring yourself, she comes in to help you.

Stepping into the warm water made you shiver, but the warmth made you feel better considering that it was a chilly night in Camp Nightwing. As the water pours over your body, you slowly move your hand down, lightly rubbing your lower stomach and inner thighs making you feel tingly.

You begin to slowly rub circles on your clit, the circular motion makes you tighten a little more. A soft moan escapes your lips not noticing the feminine figure outside of the bathroom cabin. You then move to insert your two fingers inside you, pumping in and out of your wet self.

Ziggy walks in to surprise you with a little date she came up with, going into the woods to eat and make out like every other night at Camp Nightwing. There was no way you both would do that outside She knew you were in the cabin showers getting ready to step into the shower but wasn't expecting to actually see you naked. You and Ziggy haven't decided on wanting to have sex, so the two acted on waiting until it was the right moment --and that moment never came. You always got interrupted by either Alice and Cindy or other campers.

Your moans turned her on as she walks into the bathroom and removing her clothes, only in her panties and bra. You hear shuffling and grasp the curtain pulling it to the side just enough to look out, seeing Ziggy startles you as you relax soon after.

"May I join you?" She asks, smirking.

"Yeah,"

Ziggy strips from her bra and panties, stepping in and sliding the curtain closed behind her as the warm water pours over her nude body. She brings you into a kiss, staying there for a few seconds before pulling away from each other.

"I'm on fire," She whispers.

The kisses between you intensifies as she grabs your hands and holds them above your head, leading her lips down to your chin then towards your neck. Kissing and lightly sucking on the sensitive spot. You lean your head back in pleasure, feeling your knees get weaker as her knee rubs against you causing you to become even more sensitive on your clitoris.

The rest got messy as Ziggy moves and kisses your chest before using her tongue and flicking your nipples, soon sucking on one as she gropes the other. You moan out, leaning against the wall of the shower, resting your hands on the walls trying to have a grip on something nearby. "Zig--"

You didn't notice but feel the water turn off, she pulls you out of the shower and you both pile on top of each other on your scattered clothes bringing Ziggy's clothes over as well. You lay down as your girlfriend helps spread your legs, lightly sucking and licking your clit. Moaning, you have a difficult time muttering any words due to the great pleasure as you feel Ziggy insert her two fingers, middle and ring finger, inside you. Her other hand resting above your cunt.

You feel yourself getting closer as the knot in your gut slowly loosens, soon you come on Ziggy's fingers-- riding your high as your breath studders. Your hips twitching as Ziggy pulls out her fingers from your entrance.

"Holy shit, Zig. That was fucking a-amazing."

"My turn," She smirks.

You get up, hair soaking not only your clothes but the wooden floor as well. You kiss her lips before leading the trail of kisses down to her clit, lightly licking it as you flick your tongue before moving away as you let her crawl over swinging her leg over you as she sits on your face as you continue to suck and lick her before holding her hips down on you so you can go deeper in Ziggy with your tongue. You feel her hips bucking back and forth, knowing that she's gonna orgasm soon.

As she continues to ride your face, the knot in Ziggy's abdomen loosens fairly quickly. She comes on your face as you continue to eat her out. Ziggy's moans are louder this time, her face turning a bright shade of red, she scrunches her nose as she overcomes her high, riding it out as her quick breathing slows, swinging her leg over you and sits on her knees and stares into your eyes.

You two are out of breath, but decide to continue as the thought of riding one another became a prominent thought. You grab Ziggy's left leg, swinging it over your hips and push on her right to tell her to straighten it out. You positioned yourself over her and slowly started grinding on her. Ziggy gains friction as you do the same, your clits passing along each other. You started moving your hips back and fourth harder and faster. The room was filled with moans and pants.

Ziggy admired you, seeing how beautiful you are on top of her. Ziggy's hair was sprawled out on the floor and her soft moans were pretty. "You look so pretty on top of me." She says, groping your breast and rubbing your nipple with her thumb, making you whimper.

You both were getting close to the end as Ziggy started bucking her hips matching her pace with yours as she came. You felt each other throbbing and you shut your eyes tightly as you ride out your high once again. Your eyes opened, looking Ziggy in her eyes as she smashes her lips against yours, kissing you hard and untangle your legs. You both sit there out of breath before scurrying over and grabbing the two towels nearby and wrapping them around yourselves, soon grabbing your clothes and sliding them on as she does the same. Ziggy put extra clothes in the bathroom prior because she was gonna shower that day but got distracted by you.

You and Ziggy leave the shower cabin and head out, seeing that it is now later in the morning as you both go on about your day doing what you normally do.

more ziggy pls 🥺🥺

[Hi, love! sorry for the late post but I hope you enjoy this fic.

I know I'm using a gif of Max, but I couldn't find a gif of Ziggy w/ out her looking rebellious and upset.

And I thought this was cute, so I had to use this gif.]

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Life After - Ziggy Berman

Pairing: Ziggy Berman x Fem!Reader (featuring Cindy Berman)

Warnings: not really just some curse words and soft make outs.

Word Count: 936

Summary: After the terror at Camp Nightwing, school begins and you thought it would be nice to bring Ziggy some flowers to not only commemorate your love but to cheer her up too.

It's been a month, a month after the horror of Camp Nightwing. You, your girlfriend and her sister were free but seriously injured. You wailed every night in the hospital waiting for your mother to get to you from Sunnyvale due to a business trip, but you found peace and comfort with Ziggy.

Even though the terror of what happened at camp Nightwing scared you terribly, you knew that you had to keep going not only for you but for Ziggy -- your girlfriend -- and Cindy. Getting a call from Ziggy on your aunt's house phone, you heard the sadness in her voice which made you sad so you decide to stop by a store before meeting her at the bus stop. You weren't expecting it to take longer than a few minutes. The breakfast crowed came in fast so they pretty much grab their stuff and pile up the lines to pay.

"Shit, there's no way I can make it in time." You curse, basically running towards the floral department as you halt. You see the part of the store was slightly empty so you quickly make your way towards the bouquets and try to pick something out.

You grab a mixture for Ziggy and a small but cute rose bouquet so she doesn't get left out. You didn't check the price because you knew that they were pretty cheap considering it was the late 1970s and early 1980s, so you just get them anyway.

Walking up to the cashier, you gently lay the flowers down on the counter as she rings them up not questioning what or who they were for. After she rings the bouquets up, you hand her the money - too much money to exact. But you didn't care as you quickly walk out of the store and making your way towards the bus stop.

Meanwhile at the bus stop, Ziggy and Cindy continue to wait for you until the school bus arrives, opening the door as Cindy steps in but Ziggy stays behind, looking around for you as her anxiety begins to rise but brushes it off and steps into the bus, taking a seat next to her sister. Cindy pulls out a cosmetic item and checks herself out in the mirror whilst fixing her pinned back hair as Ziggy rolls her eyes.

Running towards the bus stop, you stop in your tracks and see it leaving as you curse out loud. "Shit, shit, shit."

You decide to go to just to the Shadyside Bus station, saying you need to hitch a ride to the address of Shadyside High since it was a little too far for you to walk considering your healing injury from a month ago. You wait till a car catches your eye, walking over to it and asking for a ride to Shadyside high school. They nod, letting you in. You look around yourself and see a young mother with a baby in the backseat. You felt calm with her but if it were a man then you would feel sketched out.

The young mother heads towards the large high school, stopping in the parking lot and stopping her vehicle. You thank her and step out of the car, walking inside and holding the flowers close to you as you step through the crowded hallways and over to a clear space, looking for your girlfriend and her sister. You look around until Ziggy catches your eyes making you move your legs beneath you, walking towards her as if there's a magnetic pull moving you closer to her.

"Ziggy," You say, getting her attention. She looks you in the eyes and makes way towards you.

"Hey,"

"I-- I brought you these,"

You hand Ziggy the bouquet of mixed flowers as a big smiles forms across her face, kissing you on the cheek before the lips. After a few seconds you pull away from her as she notices the small bouquet of roses.

"Who are those for?" Ziggy asks, curiosity rising. She points at the roses in your hand.

"These? These roses are for your sister. I figured I couldn't leave her out considering she's my friend." You explain.

"That's sweet, y/n. I'm sure she's gonna love them."

Ziggy leads the way as you both head towards Cindy as she is sitting on the stairs looking over her things -- deep in thought. You and Ziggy stand in front of Cindy as she notices you, looking up and setting her journal down.

"Cindy, hi."

"Hi, Y/n. How are you?"

"I'm good. Cindy, I got you these as a nice gesture." You smile as she smiles back at you.

"Did Ziggy put you up to this?"

You shake your head. "No, I didn't. Wanted to give these for being a great friend and helping me through the tough time at Camp Nightwing."

"Aww, that's actually sweet of you. Thanks."

"Your welcome, Cindy." You smile as the bell rings, letting the three of you know that it's time for first period to start.

You three walk towards Cindy's class but depart to ditch first period and make out in the girls locker room since it's always unlocked. Saying goodbye to Cindy, you grab Ziggy's hand lacing your fingers together before sneaking into the locker room, closing the door softly behind you and starting your make out session. The bouquet sitting near by because you didn't have time for her to shove it in her locker in the halls.

You guys actually stay there for the next two periods joking and hanging out, trying to keep the giggling down so no one hears you both.

"I love you, Ziggy Berman and I'm so fucking happy that we are alive and happy."

"Me too," She says. "I love you more,"

Would you ever write for teenage Nick Goode (Fear Street 1978)?

Hello, love!

(I may have story with another character from ‘78 but will swap them out with Nick)

Yes, I want to write for teenager!Nick Goode. But I can never come up with an idea— I feel like everyone else has my idea.

You can request something for nick and I’ll try my best to figure something out.

I’m willing to write for nick Goode as a teenager. :)

𝐉𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐡 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Joseph::

Insecure | angst, fluff, (slight) smut (WIP)

My Broadway Beauty | fluff, broadway!au (WIP)

Eddie Munson::

Dealing Gone Wrong |angst with a fluffy ending

𝐒𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Sadie:

FLUFF

Soft Kisses

ANGST

none yet

SMUT

Control

Kisses Down Low

SERIES

none yet

MISC.

none yet

Max Mayfield:

FLUFF

none yet

ANGST

Vecna's Curse

SMUT

Domination

Caught

SERIES

none yet

MISC.

none yet

Ziggy Berman:

FLUFF

none yet

ANGST

Life After

SMUT

Caught in the Act

I'm on Fire / Part one | part two

Nights With You

SERIES

cruel summer // masterlist

MISC.

girlfriend ziggy #1

the berman crush (ft. cindy berman)

revenge (ft. sheila)

Full 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

✨ = re-written/edited * = requested 💋 = smut/nsfw

<warnings will be presented in each scenario. all character and actors will be separate from each other.>

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Stranger Things

Steve Harrington

loopy confessions *

mini harrington / part one | part two | part three | part four

Eddie Munson

deal gone wrong *

Fear Street (1994,1978,1666)

Deena Johnson

first time 💋

Cindy Berman

the berman crush * (WIP)

alone * 💋

survive the night

Ziggy Berman

caught in the act *

i'm on fire / part one | part two *

life after

Nick Goode

after party confessions

Constance Berman

late night kisses

Friends

Rachel Green

none yet!

Monica Geller

none yet!

Chandler Bing

the one where you move in

Ross Geller

none yet!

Phoebe Buffay

none yet!

Joey Tribbiani

the one where joey falls for a waitress

Riverdale

Archie Andrews

the nightmare *💋

Joseph Quinn

insecure

broadway beauty

Emily Rudd

none yet!

Nami (One Piece)

none yet!

Sadie Sink

soft kisses

control

kisses down low

Hii!! May I ask a ziggy berman x fem!reader smut which is the part 2 of “ I’m on fire “ but then gets caught by sheila then sheila goes all homophobic and stuff, Thanks !!

Hi, love! Thank you for requesting this. It was fun writing this.

I wrote this while in school 😐😬

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I'm On Fire (pt.2) - Ziggy Berman

Pairing: Ziggy Berman x Fem!Reader (featuring Shelia)

Requested: yes

Warnings: SMUT, minors DNI, thigh riding, fingering, scissoring, oral (f both receiving), getting caught in the act, homophobia, swearing, and crude hand gestures

Word Count: 963

Summary: Being the teens you are, you and Ziggy decide to spend some alone time together underneath the hanging tree until Sheila catches you two in the act.

Sadie Sink Masterlist

While you help clean up the dock around the lake, you feel someone behind you, snaking their arms around your waist. The hug startles you as you look behind your shoulder, seeing your girlfriend hugging you.

"Hi, Ziggy."

"Please, can we go to my cabin?"

"Ziggy, I am helping Cindy and Tommy clean the deck from the campers swimming."

"I know, but you're not a camp counselor. Please," She begs.

"Fine, let's go."

Ziggy pulls you towards her, you follow her into the woods and over to a secluded area also known as Sarah Feir's hanging tree. The tree gave you weird vibes ever since you came to Nightwing, but ignore it when you feel Ziggy's lips against yours.

You feel yourself weaken in the knees as your girlfriend deepens the kiss, pinning you against the tree. The bark pokes at your back, causing you to slightly groan as it turns on Ziggy.

“Wait.”

“What?” She asks, brows furrowed.

You pull your top over your head, dropping it on the ground beside you both. Your bare chest is bare as Ziggy begins playing with your exposed nipples. In the meantime, you begin to feel weak as you release a breathy moan as Ziggy presses her lips against yours.

She pulls away from you as she lowers her hands down to your shorts, unbuttoning them and sliding her hand in your pantries lightly nipping at your clit with her finger tips. You grab Ziggy’s arm, looking her in the eyes.

You grab Ziggy’s hand, removing it from your panties and pushes her, turning around and pinning her against the bark, stripping Ziggy from her clothes. You finish undressing yourself, now completely bare, laying Ziggy down as you position yourself on top of her. She swings her leg over your hip as your clits touch each other. You begin bucking your hips against hers as Ziggy moves against you, moaning loudly. You go harder making it difficult to keep the moans and pants in as you both feel close. Ziggy bucks her hips faster against you, clits brushing against on another causing you to hit your high, riding it out as your girlfriend does the same. You fall beside her, pnating as Ziggy chuckles before sitting up, kissing your neck.

She begins to kiss the sensitive skin, sucking on it lightly as she marks your skin. Ziggy was a bit possessive when it came to you, so she wanted everyone to know who you belonged to. She leads a trail of kisses down to your collar bones, kissing every inch of your chest. She lightly flicks her tongue against your nipple, causing you to breath heavily.

“Ziggy~” You breath out, holding your hands up to your mouth.

Ziggy grabs your hands and puts them above your head. She uses her free hand to insert her middle and ring finger inside your wet cunt. Thrusting in and out a bit faster every few seconds.

Soon you hit your high quite fast, causing your hips and thighs shake a bit. Ziggy smirks at you before she pulls her fingers out of your wet entrance, licking your juices off her fingers. She lowers herself in front of your entrance, using her hands and holding your legs open. Spreading them so Ziggy can deep inside you with her fingers.

She begins with lightly licks and sucks against your clit before inserting her fingers in you again, but this time she makes things a bit more difficult.

“Oh, my god! Oh shit.” You say quietly.

You squirm under her touch, kissing your clit and giving light licks too. She sucks on it as you, who is under her, becomes to overwhelmed by the pleasure that your body gives in and shakes like crazy. Before you can even hit your high, you rise up and tackle Ziggy to the ground doing the same gestures to her that she did to you. You kiss her, finger her and give her oral, pleasuring her as she reaches down and rubs your clit causing you to come. Your juices drip on Ziggy as you continue on at the same time you ride out your orgasm.

When she’s near, you hear rustling in the wooded area around you but ignore and focus on your girlfriend. Before Ziggy could ride out her high, you and her watch as Sheila catches you both.

“Holy shit,” she shouts, covering her eyes.

“Fuck!”

You and Ziggy grab your clothes, throwing them on and trying to escape but Sheila stops you both.

“Wow, two dykes fucking. Holy shit, you know what they do to people who are homos.”

“We—” You begin before getting cut off by your girlfriend, Ziggy.

“Fuck off, Sheila. Who gives a shit. The only person who cares this much about homos fucking is you. Maybe you’re the homo, Sheila. Is that why you’re always on our asses?”

“No, I— I’m not into that bullshit. It’s gross,” She spills.

Sheila continues to scold you both as Ziggy hold up her hands, outstretching her middle finger and pointing it towards the brunette bully.

“Oh no, hope you don’t vomit.” You laugh.

“Ugh,”

Ziggy keeps a serious expression Sheila runs away, back to camp. She is probably gonna tell someone but they won’t believe her anyway. You and Ziggy look at each other.

“What a bitch she is.”

“Yeah,” Ziggy agrees before grabbing your hips and uses her fingers grab your belt loops, pulling you closer.

She brings your lips to hers, feeling the warm feeling coming back before you break away from each other. She drags you back to camp and into her cabin, finishing what both started. You both fall into the pleasure once more, enjoying each other’s company before it’s time to gather for group activities.

a short grabber x reader story

Reader is female

But please feel free to change the gender pronouns to that of your liking

Pls don't steal my work

Smutish so yeah (+18)

You where walking home from your job when you saw a man struggling to hold all his groceries.

Being the nice person you are you went up and asked if he needed any help

"Do you need help carrying your groceries sir?" You asked.

He looked and you and smiled," Yes, that would be great." He replied

You took some of the groceries from him and where about to put them in the van, but your where knocked out.

When you woke up you where in a basement. You panicked as you tired to remember what happened.

That man, you helped him and then everything went black and now you're here.

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

You heard the door open and a man in a devil mask(you where guessing the one you helped) was standing by the door with a tray of eggs and soda.

He put them on the floor and then walked out and locked the door.

You sat there for a couple of seconds before taking the tray and eating the eggs and drinking the soda.

Then you sat on the mattress thinking about how your friends and family are probably wondering where you are right now.

They're probably out frantically looking for you, calling your name. They'll probably call the cops after a couple hours.

Then maybe you can get out of here and be free.

*time skip*

It's been a couple months now and your still trapped in this basement with a seriel killer upstairs.

You just wanted to get out of here and see the light of day again.

The door opened and the man gave you your usual eggs and soda. Then he walked over to you.

He sat next to you and moved his face close to yours.

"You're very pretty, you know that?""

You didn't say anything

"Such a pretty girl."

You stayed silent

He then took off his mask and kissed you.

You dont why, but you kissed him back, you knew it was wrong but you did it anyways.

He pulled away and grinned and then put his mask back on,after that he went back upstairs leaving you alone once more.

You layer down on the mattress and drifted off to sleep. When you woke up you notice he was was watching.

You wonder how long he's been there.

He kisses you like he did a couple hours ago, but this time the kiss was deeper, his tongue asking for entrance and you allowed it.

He moved his kisses down to your neck and you moaned at the feeling. His hands worked his way down to your panties.

He stuck his hand down them rubbing small circles on your clit

You moaned at the touch and he responded with a low growl.

Then he inserted two fingers in your clit, pumping in and out at a fast pace. You moan louder as he continues his pace.

Then he removes his fingers from your panties and gets up and goes upstairs, leaving you to sit there dazed.

*slurps* I would love this to happen, but but not a complete stranger

Hiya! I read your recent Pinhead one-shot and adored it, your writing is so good. Can I request a Ghostface NSFW one-shot where he call’s his next victim but she happens to be masturbating? And they end up having phone sex. I would really appreciate it and if you do please let me know if you take payment or even if I can give you a tip! <3

Oh my gosh thank you so much! I actually gasped when I read this request, I fucking love this idea I hope I did it justice lol. I still get kinda insecure when writing smut even though I've read some not-so-great erotica and still be turned on by it so does it matter? Either way, practice is practice haha.

delicious (nsfw, 18+)

danny johnson x reader | warnings: phone sex, dirty talk, degradation, | note: the title comes from the charli xcx song, somehow not a tswift song for once! | word count: 1.8k

Perhaps your mother had been right in not allowing you to have a phone in your bedroom growing up.

But perhaps it was that very same denial that made you determined to have one in your room when you lived on your own, living out a childhood dream of being able to chat to friends on your own phone in your own room. Not that it got much use, with you rarely being home enough to answer calls and it being even rarer for your friends to even bother calling.

The phone became more like a bedside decoration than serving any real functional purpose in your life, except for when you wanted to call in sick to work or order takeout from the comfort of your own bed. You forgot, it seemed, that phones could actually be kind of a nuisance.

It had been a slow week of long hours at your work, and every class you took seemed to have major assignments due within the past three days. You could’ve cried from relief when you finally got home and had the freedom of the weekend in front of you. You didn’t envy the students pouring their way into parties and bars, though you might have felt a twinge of nostalgia for when you were one of them.

But just because you weren’t going out didn’t mean you couldn’t enjoy the rest of your night and have some fun with yourself. Once you were out of your work clothes and into your chosen sleepwear for the night (which was simply a big t-shirt), you plopped onto your bed, all the stress and tension leaving your body as soon as you hit the soft surface.

You roll over onto your back, lazily running your hand down your body. You don’t waste time messing with your chest, instead moving directly to your underwear, slipping your hand inside. There was no need to tease yourself, after all.

You had just begun to slowly circle your clit, feeling a bit more sensitive than usual, when the phone started ringing.

Your eyes snapped open, hand still in your underwear. At first, you barely recognized the sound of it, only knowing that the piercing tones had interrupted your alone time. But once your tired and horny brain fog cleared- if just slightly- you glared over at your bedside table.

From where you were laying, you could see the caller ID display, though it only provided you with “UNKNOWN CALLER” on the tiny green screen. You shifted your gaze slightly to your alarm clock, which dimly displayed 11:37 PM. That’s a bit late for a salesperson to call, and your friends would have been announced through the ID display, had they decided to call this late.

Ignoring the sinking feeling in your stomach and the nagging itching in the back of your brain to remember something you saw in passing on a newspaper at the store, you waited for the phone’s ringing to end.

Settling back in, you slowly get back into the proper headspace for touching yourself, resuming your slow movements. You wanted to both take it slow tonight and really enjoy it, and seek your pleasure as fast as possible, needing the release it promised after the week you’ve had.

As a compromise between the two desires, you started to pick up the pace, feeling yourself get slightly wetter from your touch.

The phone rings again.

You curse, this time sitting up and snatching the phone off the hook, but not before seeing that this, too, was from an unknown caller (likely the same one from before, you thought in the back of your mind).

“What?” Normally you would never answer the phone this way, but it was way past decent calling times, and you were fucking tired.

But in response, there was nothing. You were starting to wonder if you had somehow not picked up the phone in time for the call to go through when you realized you could faintly hear someone breathing on the other end.

Great.

One of these calls.

You were hardly ever in the mood to deal with prank calls, let alone when you were just trying to destress after a long, exhausting week. You just wanted a fucking break.

“Listen, asshole-”

“I can see you.”

You manage to catch yourself before you’re able to vocally react, instead somehow calmly looking over at your window. The blinds are shut. You don’t doubt that someone, if determined enough, could find a way to peek inside, but you doubted that the man on the phone was that pervert.

“Liar.”

On the other end, the man lets out a chuckle. And you realize, despite yourself, that his voice is kinda attractive, at least for a creep.

“Made you look.”

Scratch that. Very attractive.

Biting your lip, you lay back down, the horny side of your brain pushing you to start your movements again. You have no plan- ideally he would hang up and you would be able to fully indulge yourself, but as the seconds pass without the telltale click of the line being cut you figure this won’t happen.

“What do you want, weirdo?” You can’t help but throw the insult in, figuring he deserves it for interrupting you twice. Not that he knew he was doing it, but either way it didn't matter to you.

“You wound me.” His voice is deep and expressive, and you are definitely getting wetter listening to him speak.

“Good.” You chuckle, but it’s breathless in the way that only someone who was currently masturbating (as you were) would sound.

He’s silent for a moment, and you begin to pick up your pace, adding pressure to your movements, the occasional jolt of pleasure running through your body distracting you from the fact that it was definitely louder than you realized.

“Are you fucking yourself right now?” He doesn’t sound offended (thank goodness), but he does sound confused. You, on the other hand, are suddenly too mortified to examine his tone and you only realize this fact after.

“Shit!” You pull the phone away from your face, as if that lessens the impact of the fact that you were just caught masturbating by a stranger. “I’m sorry, fuck-”

“No- keep going.”

You definitely did not hear that right. You put the phone back to your ear.

“I’m sorry? No-”

“I said, keep going.” Oh boy. If his voice was attractive before when he was just casually talking with you, it didn’t compare to how hot it was when he gave you a command. “You had no problem being a slut before, so you shouldn’t have one now.”

“I- okay. I just feel awkward now.” All of the bravado you felt earlier had quickly dissipated once you were caught.

He hums on the other end of the line and you wait impatiently for his response.

“Would it help if I told you what to do?”

This was certainly not how you had anticipated your night ending up, but you weren’t complaining. How often would you get the chance to have consequence-free phone sex with a complete stranger?

This could very well be the only time in your entire life you would have this thrilling opportunity, and you weren’t going to let it pass you by.

“I think so.” You could hear the man getting comfortable, the rustling of fabric faint in the background on his end. You wondered if it was him getting his cock out.

“Are you still touching yourself?”

“...Yes.” You’d slowed down after you’d been caught, but never fully stopped.

“Play with your clit for me.”

“O-okay.” It was a simple and vague instruction, but something that you could quickly comply with, given that your hand had barely moved from its earlier position. You resumed stroking it, noticing that you had gotten significantly wetter since you’d first picked up the phone. Not quite dripping, but enough to signify that you were definitely turned on by the situation you had found yourself in.

“Good girl.”

Fuck. Your hips jerked at the praise, and you bit your lip to hide your moan. But you clearly didn’t do a good job of it, because the man on the other end chuckled, the sound once again going straight to your pussy.

“Oh, did you like that?”

“Y-yes.” If you were of sound mind you would be embarrassed by how quickly this man had managed to reduce you to the stuttering mess you were now.

“Put the phone on speaker, and don’t even think about holding back any of those little noises.” You rush to comply, fumbling slightly with controlling your non-dominant hand.

“Done.”

“Good. Close your eyes.”

“...Okay.”

“Are you still touching your clit?” You hum in response.

“Just how fucking wet are you right now?”

You gasped, rhythm faltering. “Very.” Your voice is breathy, shaking as you stumble over the single word. “Fuck, please tell me something- anything. Wanna hear what you want.”

“Yeah?” You can now hear the distinct noise of him jerking off on the other end, and you’re certain he must be able to hear the sloppy noise your own movements are creating. “I wanna to fuck you so hard you won’t be walk right for a week, every movement you make a reminder of how much I fucking own you. You’re mine, got that? My little slut, just a fuck toy for me to fill up.”

You shuddered, turning your head against your pillow.

“You want that, want me to fill you up?”

“Yes, please, I want your cum, oh my god,” you’re mumbling, words you don’t truly mean but your brain is far too gone to think about the things you’re saying.

Plus, he’s just a stranger, someone you’ll never meet. You can say whatever you want, it doesn’t even matter.

“I wanna make you cum on my cock, feel your tight little pussy around me-fuck,” You wished, briefly, you knew what he looked like, so you could properly imagine him fisting his cock, the muscles in his arm straining as he made himself go faster, chasing his release.

“I want it, I want it, please,” You were just saying the same thing over and over again, too close to your climax to think of anything sexier to say.

“Are you gonna cum?” His voice was strained, almost muttered out.

“Yes, yes- please I need it, fuck-”

“Then do it. Cum for me like a good little girl.”

And with his permission, you comply, continuing your litany of curses and pleas as your back arches, your orgasm crashing through your body. Gasping, eyes and mouth open, continuing to touch yourself until your body screamed at you to stop from the overstimulation on your clit.

On his end, he lets out a long, low groan as he reaches his climax in the midst of your own. In the back of your mind you wish you were more present to fully enjoy the noise he’s made, to revel in the fact that you did that to a total stranger.

Once you both have come back down from your high, the line is silent. You have no idea what to say, how to even continue a conversation from here. For a moment you contemplate just hanging up and going to sleep, but he beats you to the chase with a line that turns your racing blood to ice.

“See you soon.”

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ao3 link | part two

I'm tired from packing, but I need my meals *slurps*

*ugly crying* would you ever consider giving the phone sex with danny fic a part two? 👉👈 the smut was lovely but also I'm obsessed with the 'oh shit' reaction at the end. If it's not something you'd be interested in, then just take this as me singing your praises, I love your stuff sm

Thank you!!!!! I’ve left this sitting in my inbox because I definitely wanted to continue it, but I was waiting for inspiration to hit (and it did lol). A few people have asked for a continuation of this one, so I’m fine with doing that!! I almost made this more plot-heavy but decided against it because I'd rather use those ideas for another fic!

delicious: pt. II (18+)

danny johnson x reader | warnings: explicit, slight dub-con but it's standard fare for horror fic | notes: my stupid glove kink TM shows up once again. | word count: 2405

part one

You were not one to obsessively look over your shoulder. Under normal circumstances you hated to give in to paranoia. Even if there was a serial killer roaming your town, you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of letting it get to you. That’s just giving him what he wants, right? He’ll never know that this was your approach to his reign of terror, but at least it made you feel better. Well, until you maybe had phone sex with him (the fact that you hadn’t really considered that maybe the person on the other end of the phone call was that serial killer astonished you but then again, you had been a bit preoccupied that night).

“See you soon.”

It was likely an empty threat, right? Just something to unnerve you, given the climate of fear that had gripped the town. Nothing more. There was no evidence that he did this with anyone else (but then again, who else would masturbate to a threatening phone call?)

You felt stuck in your mind, going in circles of ‘what-if’s and ‘why-me’s. Every day since the phone call felt like you had been going through the motions, on edge and ready to run at any sudden movement. It was maddening but in a way, you felt like you deserved it for not being hypervigilant enough.

It’s been two days since the phone call, and you sat in your car staring at your building. You were going to have to get out of the car at some point, but being alone in your apartment didn’t seem appealing to you anymore. It was no longer your safe haven. It was now a trap and every single time you opened the door you felt like you were about to spring it on you.

Like you were being toyed with.

Sighing, you yank the keys out of the ignition, grabbing your bag from the passenger seat. Making sure the other doors were locked, you slipped out of the car, locking the door behind you. The streetlamp buzzed above you as you hurried up the stairs, eager to get out of the cold but hesitant to enter your apartment. At least, you reasoned with yourself, you were safer inside than out, right?

You almost tripped over the trash bag your neighbor had put outside of their door, apparently too lazy to take it to the dumpster. Veering around it and rolling your eyes, you hurriedly unlocked your door. You tried not to breathe a sigh of relief when you discovered it was, indeed, still locked.

After entering you kicked the door to your apartment shut, wincing as it slammed harder than you had intended. Exhaling loudly, you lean against the door, eyes closed, trying to will yourself into believing you were just having a bad week. That it was just another day of doing work that you were certainly overqualified for and there was no other reason for your frayed nerves.

You were exhausted and bordering on burnt out. Add the stress of a serial killer on the prowl, possibly coming after you, and your mind was a constant hazy mess. The only thing cutting through the haze was the hope that that call had just been a prank. But you couldn’t make yourself believe it.

You lazily toss your bag onto the already cluttered kitchen table, plopping into a chair. You’d have to make food soon. But all you wanted to do was sit there until you decided it was time to sleep.

And then, like your life was a cliche filled horror movie, the phone rang.

You had moved the phone out of your bedroom following the… incident. You weren’t sure whether you moved it due to fear or embarrassment, either way it was no longer in your room and now sat on your kitchen counter, always looming ominously in your periphery as you cooked.

But now you stared at it from your chair, watching as it rang and rang and rang. You were afraid to pick it up, but you were afraid of what might happen if you didn’t. Finally, the fear built up and you lunged to the phone, practically knocking it off the hook with the force you moved to it. Placing the receiver by your ear, you did your best to sound braver than you felt. Maybe if you just pretended it was a friend, you could play off the fact that your heart was racing and you were dizzy with fear.

“Hello?”

Nothing on the other end. It was like a cruel replay of the last call you got on this phone. But you couldn’t even hear breathing on the other end, just silence. Your brave facade dissipated and you meekly whispered into the phone.

“...Hi?”

The click of the phone being hung up rings through your ears. But it takes you a few more seconds to find the strength to hang up your own end, listening to the monotonous dial tone until you snapped out of it.

You really should have gotten caller ID for this phone.

Taking a shaky step back, you’re suddenly hyper aware of every window in your apartment, and how many of them don’t even have blinds. They’re just open for anyone to look into, see you at every minute of your life. As you exit the kitchen, you turn off the light, leaving the apartment dark.

Every creak of the floorboards under your feet seems deafening as you walk to your bedroom, ready for another sleepless night of tossing and turning and swearing you could feel someone’s eyes on you. But your eyes are tired and just being able to lay still might give you some semblance of rest.

Like the rest of the apartment, your room is dark, the only light coming from the yellow street lamps outside. You reach over to the lightswitch, ready to flip it on and get ready for bed as quickly as possible to get back into the comfortable darkness, but you don’t feel the lightswitch. What your hand meets, instead, is the distinct shape of a leather gloved hand covering it.

Your hand jerks away like it was burned, and even though you really don’t want to, you have to look to see just who is in your room. And even though it's dark in your room, you can clearly see the pale mask of the intruder.

And oh God, you hope this is a sick joke.

But you spot the slight glint of the knife he holds and suddenly it doesn’t matter if this is the real Ghostface because either way it seems he intends to harm- if not kill- you.

You can’t even scream, all you can do is press yourself against the wall perpendicular to the one he stands by, unwilling to turn away from him.

It’s so quiet you wouldn’t be surprised if he could hear your heartbeat. But someone has to break the silence, the stalemate between you can’t last but so much longer.

“Please don’t hurt me.” Your voice shakes, meek when you needed it to be strong.

Sickeningly, mockingly, he tilts his head to the side, examining you.

“I’m not here to kill you.” You don’t- you can’t believe him. His hand drops from the wall, and you regret shutting the door behind you when you entered the room. “Not yet, at least.”

The worst part, though, about him finally speaking is that you definitely recognize his voice.

“Then why are you here? I didn’t realize you paid house calls before you...” Killed. Saying it was too much for you, too much of an acknowledgement that what was happening was indeed real. .

“The newspapers can’t get every detail, doll.”

That shouldn’t have made your heart skip a beat, should it? But maybe since he’d already made you cum once (regrettably), your body had no problem associating his voice with sexual gratification and pleasure. Even though your mind was very aware that in no universe should you be feeling that way.

“But I think I made a promise to you, didn’t I?”

See you soon.

“It’s not often I find a girl who gets wet from threatening phone calls.” He pushes himself off the wall, stalking towards you. You can’t press yourself any flatter against the wall and there’s nowhere for you to run. He’s right in front of you and you can’t look at him even though you feel entirely enveloped in his presence, in his smell. “So I wanna have a little fun.”

You swallow thickly, staring at the floor. You’re terrified but- and you hate to admit it- you’re also becoming increasingly hot and bothered with every word this man says to you.

“...Fun?”

The tip of his knife rests under your chin, tilting your face up towards his mask. It’s cold on your skin. He places the hand not holding the knife by your head, leaning right in front of your face. Once he seems certain that you aren’t going to drop your head again, he trails his knife down the front of your body, letting it catch on the fabric of your shirt.

“Tell me, are you wet right now?”

Tears spring into your eyes and it hurts you to realize that it's not from fear but rather the intensity of the moment. You can’t bring yourself to speak, so you opt to barely nod your head.

“What was that? Use your words, doll.” Again, the pet name has its desired effect and you let out a shaky exhale before finding your voice.

“Yes.”

“Good girl.” Suddenly, he pushes away from you. “Take off your clothes and get on the bed.”

Maybe you should be ashamed with how quickly you moved to comply with his demand, but you could worry about that if you survived the night. With every word that left his mouth, you felt more and more compelled to let him do whatever he wanted with you. He had a lethal amount of charisma and he knew exactly how to use it.

Standing by the bed with your shirt, bra, and pants off, you only hesitated when it came to removing your undergarments. If what you suspected about Ghostface was true then he’s probably already seen you naked. But doing it willingly with him three feet in front of you was a whole different level of intimacy that you weren’t used to. Especially not with serial killers.

He huffed in annoyance at your obvious hesitation, jabbing towards your bed with his knife. “Lay down.” Startled, you look at him. “Do it before I make you.”

Clambering onto the bed, you lay back and watch as he approaches you. If he weren’t holding a knife and moving like a predator, it might have been romantic. But instead of his hand trailing down your body, it was once again his knife, leaving cold ghosts of threats on your skin. You shiver under the cool metal, breathing erratically.

Tired of standing above your body, Ghostface climbs in between your legs, spreading your thighs to accommodate him. With how you’re positioned, you can feel his hot length through his pants and the front of his leather get-up.

He cuts your underwear off, knife blade grazing your hip, and you pretend not to notice him slipping the fabric into his pocket. You doubt he’d do anything if you pointed it out, anyway. He takes a moment to look at you, now properly disheveled. Placing his knife to the side where it was out of your reach, he takes both of your breasts in his gloved hands, massaging the skin.

Hands moving from your breasts down your body, he runs two fingers up and down your wet cunt. He doesn’t linger anywhere, only giving you whispers of pleasure.

With his other hand, he reaches to where you can’t see him, and it’s only when you feel the head of his cock pressing into you that you realize he’d pulled himself out. Inch by inch he slides into your pussy, barely giving you enough time to accustom yourself to the intrusion.

“Fuck, you’re tight.”

Once you’ve adjusted to his size, he immediately pulls out and trusts back in, setting a painful pace. But soon the pain turns to pleasure and your whimpers turn to pleas for more.

“So wet, so tight and all for me, huh?” He huffs out a laugh and you’re astonished he’s even able to talk when you feel like the wind has been knocked out of you.

He leans forward, catching your parted lips with his fingers. His middle and ring finger slip into your mouth, opening it wide, fingers pressing into your tongue. Saliva collects in your mouth, and a tiny bit of drool spills out of the corner of your mouth. The tip of your tongue runs under the gloves fingers, relishing in its taste.

You start to suck on his fingers, adding a new obscene sound to the room filled with the wet slaps of your fucking and your breathing and moaning.

“Oh fuck, babygirl,” He grits out, the vocoder in his mask crackling with his heavy breathing. You moan around his fingers, closing your eyes as each trust sends jolts of pleasure through your body. He removes his hand from your mouth, placing it on your hips instead to use as leverage as he continues fucking.

“Harder, God, harder.” You pant and he complies. He’s slamming into you, and your mouth opens in a silent scream as his cock tips you over into your orgasm. Body shuddering, gasping for breath, your pussy squeezes tight around him.

He fucks you right through it, grunting. His hips stutter, but he only slightly slows his pace as he cums deep inside of you. He thrusts once or twice more, fucking his cum further into your cunt before fully stopping. He doesn’t pull out immediately and you feel his cock twitch inside you, all while you are incredibly, blissfully full.

He finally pulls out, looking at your pussy. You grimace at the feeling of the aftermath of your coupling starting to trail out of you.

For a moment, you wonder if he’s hot in his getup in a mask, but decide you’re much too tired to care about his well being.

“Hey, doll, look at me,” You open your eyes, too tired to do anything else. “Think I’ll keep you around.”