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grimoireofhayley · 9 months

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Of Friends and Horror

Stu Macher x Fem!Reader x Billy Loomis

WARNINGS: Graphic content, Smut (MINORS DNI), Language, Talks of SA, Cheating, Obsessiveness, Gore, 18+ Content, Stalking, Possessiveness, Dirty talk, Religion talk, Suppressed Mental Health problems (I.e., reader has some issues that she isn't aware of)

Word Count: 1k

Tag List: @ev3ningrain @nerdytif @fanfic-enjoyer123 @darkenwolfie @juda-the-simp @colsons-baker @junnniiieee07 @octaviablakeslove

A/n: YES, two chapters in one night? Let’s gooo! I was squealing and kicking my feet like any normal 23 year old would writing Fanfiction, lmao. This is by far my favourite chapter ever written, let me know what you think! Did I get Billy’s personality a-okay?

All chapter links! 👇🏻👇🏻👇🏻

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Chapter 9

Billy ignored your attempt at trying to help him, though, it was true, it wasn’t entirely…

He did kill Casey and Steve that night, but he didn’t do it alone, Stu was with him, he did just as much as he did. After the slaughtering was done, he made it clear to Stu that he needed an alibi, hence his short and brief sexual encounter with Sidney before he went to your house for ‘help.’

Billy hated how you were covering for him despite not knowing what was happening, you were smart, but stupid, stupid enough to believe him. You knew better than to do that. However, what he didn’t get was why Stu decided to go to your place, when he knew Billy was going to try and murder Sidney tonight.

He overheard other officers talking about another incident involving the ghost face that took place at your house, something about a heart in a box and a mask that was found… But how could Stu be this dense?

“Officer, I didn’t kill anybody.” Billy defended himself, not wanting to stay the night locked away, especially with his slip up at Sidney’s and Stu’s arrogance because the cops now know there’s two of them instead of one.

“This is bullshit.” You slammed your fist down, startling the taller-male. “He didn’t kill anyone…” Your ears started to flare red.

Officer Brinks drummed his fingers on his lap, “I’m sorry, are you his girlfriend or something? Why are you still here, interfering with my interrogation?”

Your heart skipped a beat at the mere mention of ‘girlfriend.’

“I-I’m not his girlfriend…” You stuttered, “You couldn’t tell by the way he was talking about Sidney? Sidney is his girlfriend…” You licked your lips, looking away, confidence coming back. “I’m just a really good friend who strongly believes he didn’t do it… I mean, the evidence is there. So, why would he try to kill his girlfriend?” You gave the officer a side-eye.

He coughs, clearing his throat, ignoring your comments.

“We’re gonna have to hold you, son, until we get those phone records.” Brinks explains, making Billy look down, upset. A small tear rolling down his cheek as he shakes his leg, nerves taking control of his body.

“This is crazy,” Billy murmurs, turning away, looking at Sidney through the glass pane. “You know that? I didn’t do it.” He finishes.

You step in front of the window, closing the blinds, shielding Billy from Sidney’s scared gaze. “Bil, look at me…” You mumble, taking your index finger and placing it under his chin, tilting his head upwards to look at you. “Can you two give us a moment…” You asked both Hank and Brinks, “Please?”

They nodded, understandingly, leaving the two of you alone.

“I know you didn’t do it and the police will find out soon enough that you didn’t do it, that you didn’t make those calls.” You reassured your friend, trying to cheer him up, “I’m sure it’s all just a big misunderstanding; you know, wrong place wrong time.” You smiled, and for a second, Billy’s eyes softened, his big-brown orbs looked at you with a glint of love and temptation; a hint of possessiveness lingering in them. If only you knew that it was him, that he was the Ghost Face, that these tears and sudden relations with Sidney was all a facade, nothing but lies, he wanted you and only you, he wanted this to be all done, but his revenge was far greater than any feelings he ever had, or was it?

“Billy, honestly, I know you better than any of them; better than Sidney, your father and the police…” You pucker your lips, a small giggle falling from them. “If it was you, I’d know, right? You’d call me to come help with the bodies.” You joked, “We’re a team. We always will be.” You ran your hand through his hair, playing with it, “I would do anything for you.” You blushed, still playing with his strands of brown.

Right then and there, he knew.

“Forgive me…” He whispers.

You were confused, but that quickly faded as his lips crashed into yours.

Your grip tightened in his hair out of surprise as he cups your face, kissing you with such force you’ve never seen him do with Sidney.

He knocked the chair over with his body, tumbling forward in the process. His lips never leave your now plump and swollen ones as you kiss back.

You stumbled into the window from Billy’s movement, a quiet thud emitting around the atmosphere.

He moved his hand from your chin, pressing you harder against the pane, the blinds moving ever-so-slightly, but not enough to reveal the heated session surfacing.

He roughly grabs your sides, making your gown shuffle upwards, his thumbs pressing into your skin, leaving dents. It was painful, but also very rewarding. There were sure to be bruises there tomorrow.

“B-Billy…” You moaned, feeling him press his knee against your cunt, a shrill of excitement bubbling inside the pit of your stomach

He continued to kiss you, his face pink with lust, his eyes undressing you, slowly devouring you whole.

“You have no idea how long I waited to do that…” He started breathlessly, letting go of you, but not completely as he fiddled with the hems of your nightgown.

‘God, why am I now just noticing what she’s wearing?’ He thought, biting the tip of his thumb, soaking in your beauty, his one hand never leaving its grasp on you.

You bit your lip, realization finally hitting you in the face like a bunch of bricks.

“Oh, god…” You whispered, “I-I… We can’t…” You mumbled, pushing away, “I have to go…”

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hollywoodxwhore · 10 months

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Ours | Chapter 15

Colson x Presley (Original Female Character)

Synopsis: Presley and Colson fell in love accidentally, but they were meant to be. Now that all the obstacles have been removed, they're moving in together in LA. Now, they have all the time in the world for Colson to teach Presley all of the things he knows. This fic is the sequel to Mine, which can be found in my masterlist!

Warnings/Content: Mentions of suicide, mentions of pills, sad Colson, swearing, emotional reunions, the downfall of MF, smut (18+), makeup sex, lovemaking

Thank you so much for all the support on the last few chapters. I know the angst is heavy and it's not going away just yet. But I wanted to include some smut to break up all the sadness. Hope y'all enjoy!

Colson

The sleeping pills helped me to fall asleep, but they didn’t help me stay asleep.

I’m not sure what time it is because I haven’t picked up my phone or glanced at the clock on the wall. Instead, I’m lying on my side looking out the window. All I can see are buildings, a corporate wasteland. It’s a dreary day, clouds threatening to rain but not quite letting it go yet.

I’m so fucking thankful for Cash. I’m so glad he stopped me from going through with it. I will forever be grateful for the fact that I wasn’t able to kill myself. I can’t believe I was even thinking of it. But at the same time, everything feels so fucking destitute. The world still believes I’m an abuser. I pushed the person I love the most away. I’m in the hospital because my mental health hit a scary low. I’m glad I’m alive, but I’m not sure how I’m supposed to pull myself out of this.

“Mr. Baker?” The voice is soft and I roll over to see who it is. It’s Dr. Schultz, standing in my doorway. She smiles softly. “May I come in?”

“Sure,” I croak, slowly moving to a sitting position.

“Did you get some sleep?” she asks, coming over and having a seat beside my bed.

I shrug weakly. “A little,” I admit.

“You’re going through a lot,” she remarks. “It’s understandable to struggle.”

I nod, averting my eyes. God, I don’t want to cry again. I never fucking cry, but I’ve cried so much the past few days. Hell, the past month.

“It’s 7:00,” Dr. Schultz says. “Your brother in law is here. We are ready to discharge you if you’re ready.”

I blink and glance at her. “Just him?” I ask.

“As far as I know, yes,” Dr. Schultz says with a nod. “Are you comfortable going home? We have options. There are treatment facilities–”

“I’m ready,” I say. What I’m not ready for is a treatment facility. I need to be home with my wife. But I’m not sure she’s even coming home.

I’m discharged fairly quickly and Dr. Schultz walks me out the side door. She gives me her direct receptionist’s number and tells me to call her if I ever need anything. I thank the doctor and she gives me a hug. I’m surprised by the gesture but it makes me feel better.

Cash is standing against his car and he straightens when he sees me. As the doctor goes back inside, I approach Cash who throws his arms around me. “You okay, brother?” he asks.

“I’m alright,” I sigh. “Cash…”

“Let’s get you home,” Cash says. “We can talk in the car.” I nod and climb into the passenger’s seat. Cash drives away from the hospital and we’re both quiet for a few minutes.

“Cash,” I say again. “You should know that I’m not…I’m not a risk.”

“Okay,” Cash says quietly, keeping his eyes on the road.

“I can’t believe I ever had those thoughts in my head,” I confess. “It’s not what I want. Okay? I want to be alive. Things just got…”

“Heavy?”

“Yeah.” I nod. “Heavy.”

“That’s okay,” Cash says quietly. “You’re not alone, man. Everything’s going to be okay.”

I’m not sure how he could possibly know that. Nothing has changed. Megan is still a lying bitch and the world still hates me. We’re quiet the rest of the drive.

I have my eyes closed as we pull up to the house and I trudge behind Cash up to my door. I type in the passcode and the door swings open. I take one step inside before I realize we’re not alone. I look up to see everyone waiting for me. Everyone. Liv, Ash, Slim, Baze, Rook.

And Presley.

My knees almost buckle but I keep it together. Presley is here. And she’s so fucking beautiful, even without makeup, her eyes swollen from crying. Her face is a map of emotion when I look at her: sadness, guilt, love. I want so badly to scoop her into my arms but I don’t know what to do quite yet. “Hi,” I croak.

The others greet me, and the longer I study them, realization creeps in. Why do they all look so…serene? Almost…proud? “What’s going on?” I ask.

“It’s over,” Ashleigh says. “That’s what’s going on.”

I scratch the back of my neck, cocking my head in confusion. “What’s over?”

“Megan’s career. Her reputation,” Rook says, eyes flashing with a combination of indignation and pride.

“Presley got proof,” Ashleigh says, and my eyes flick over to my wife. She looks small somehow, standing there with her arms crossed protectively over her chest.

“Proof?” I ask, brow furrowing. Presley nods, but she stays quiet.

“Your girl went into the fuckin’ lion’s den,” Slim says, wrapping an arm around Presley’s shoulders. “She went to Megan’s, got her to confess, and recorded her confession.”

“Your girl is a fucking badass,” Baze says with a grin.

“We all posted the confession on Instagram,” Slim continues. “Within twenty minutes, Megan’s reputation was fucking ruined.”

I blink, shaking my head. “I don’t understand…”

“Your name is cleared, baby,” Presley says. The use of the pet name startles me, fills my chest with hope.

I stare at them all, bewildered. “Really?” I ask, scared to hope but doing it anyway. Could it really be over?

“Our posts have been shared hundreds of thousands of times,” Slim says. “Everyone fucking hates Megan now.”

“She even confessed to hitting you,” Rook says. “Now you guys have a great case for defamation.”

My hands tremble and I look at each of them, trying to comprehend what’s going on. “It’s…over?” I ask. “You swear?”

Presley takes a tentative step forward. She looks timid and it breaks my heart. She nods. “It’s over, Cols.”

There’s a moment of silence, stillness. And then, at once, it’s like we all come to life. At the same time, Presley and I lunge for each other and her limbs wrap around me so tightly it’s almost hard to breathe. I cling to her and breathe in her scent, shaky with emotion. Relief is the strongest one. The others hug too, laughing and celebrating.

I can’t believe I almost missed this. I almost gave up, and then Megan really would’ve won. But she lost. She fucking lost. There’s no coming back from this. I laugh against Presley’s neck even as tears fill my eyes. I never, ever want to put her down. My girl, my hero.

“I can’t fucking believe you went to her house,” I say.

She pulls back from the hug but stays in my arms. Her green eyes are watery and she gives me a wobbly smile. “Anything for you.” I secure one arm under her butt and cup her cheek, pulling her in for a hard kiss. Our tears mingle on our faces but I don’t care. It’s the most perfect kiss I’ve ever felt.

We kiss for a few minutes, both of us crying and laughing at the same time. “I’m so sorry I left,” Presley whimpers into my mouth. It’s then that I realize it’s gone quiet around us. I turn around in time to see Cash closing the door, leaving us alone in our foyer. As much as I’m thankful for everyone, all I want is to be alone with Presley right now.

We don’t even make it to the couch. I sink onto the floor right where we are, Presley still wrapped around me. She cups my face, then lets her fingers wander across my cheekbones, my forehead, through my hair. Her eyes map out my face, almost rememorizing it. I can’t believe I almost left her behind. God.

I cup her face and kiss her hard. She makes a soft sound in response, her hands pressing to my cheeks as she kisses me back. I’m desperate for a shower and some food, and I need to get some sleep, but I don’t care about any of that right now. All I care about is my girl in my lap, kissing me because I’m still alive. We’re both here, together, and we’re going to be okay. All the bullshit is over. We’re so much stronger than Megan’s vindication could ever be.

I break the kiss and Presley looks confused, her perfect brows knitting together, but then I lift her – my – hoodie over her head. My eyes widen slightly as I toss the garment aside. My wife isn’t wearing a damn thing under that hoodie. I swallow hard and bring my eyes back up to hers. Her eyes are a little darker, but she still looks…shy. Scared.

But then, she peels off my shirt and lets her hands slide down over my chest. Neither of us says a word. We’re communicating solely through touch. The way we’ve always been able to. I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her in so she’s flush against me, her nipples pressing into my chest. We moan softly together and then I knit my fingers into her hair and kiss her.

The kiss is so overwhelming it almost makes me want to cry again. I always feel Presley’s love through her kisses but this is different. She devours me, trying to get as close as possible, and I cling to her like a port in a storm. My girl. Back with me. Kissing me, half-naked on my lap.

I grip her hips and shove them backwards, which silently communicates what I’m asking for. She stands up and drops her sweats and panties in one go. As I watch her, I slip out of my own sweats and boxers, shoving them aside. Pres settles in my lap again and I grip her hips, pulling her close. We both gasp huskily when my tip bumps against her. It’s been so fucking long since we’ve done this and I know neither of us is going to last very long.

“Pres,” I say, finally finding my voice. “Baby. Is this okay?”

“Shhh, Col,” Presley says, her lips pressed against mine. I moan at the feeling of her plump lips and kiss her again, sucking on her bottom lip. With that, her hand finds my cock and positions it at her entrance. I hold my breath as she sinks down slowly, watching as she winces. I know I’m big and she needs time to adjust on a normal day, let alone when we haven’t had sex in right around a month.

She starts to lift her hips but I grip them sternly and meet her eyes. Her eyes flicker with a question. “Relax,” I say gruffly. “Don’t hurt yourself. Got time.”

Presley whimpers and her eyes fill with tears. I get it. I’m equally as desperate, but I want this to be good for her, and if she pushes herself too fast, she’ll just end up sore and uncomfortable. “C’mere,” I whisper, pulling her face to mine. We press our foreheads together and I wait for her breathing to slow, to become less shaky.

Jade eyes flick to mine and my breath catches in my throat. “Now?” she whimpers, and she sounds so wrecked that I just want to make all her fears and sadness disappear.

I swallow hard and nod. “Yeah, baby.” With my permission, Presley’s head tips back and she lifts up before sliding back down. The sensation of her tight, wet pussy wrapped around my dick makes me lightheaded. God, I can’t believe we went so long without this. I feel guilty, but I can’t focus on anything other than feeling fucking euphoric when Presley speeds up her movements.

“Colson,” she sobs, and my hands find her ass, soft and thick beneath my fingers. I grip her tightly and start to meet her thrusts, bucking my hips up. Presley cries out in ecstasy, and we’ve barely gotten started but she’s already pulsing around me.

“Pres,” I grit out. “Let go, my love. Let go.”

And she does.

Presley falls to pieces in my lap. Her pussy squeezes my dick like a vise and then gushes around me as her long, black nails dig into my shoulders. Her back arches hard, pushing her breasts up, and I watch as her nipples harden and goosebumps cover her skin. The wail that leaves her lips is pained and desperate, but I know it’s because the pleasure is all-encompassing. I watch my wife fall apart in total awe of her beauty. I can’t believe she’s mine and I can’t believe I almost lost her.

As soon as she starts to fall from her peak, I pull her into me and kiss her hard. I whine low in my throat as my balls tighten and my cock jerks. Presley intentionally tightens around me and I curse, gripping her asscheeks so hard they’re bound to have marks on them when we’re done. As my wife bites down on my bottom lip, I erupt inside of her, and I don’t need to see it to know how much cum I’m filling her with. I come so hard it hurts, my entire body rigid and shaking, and at the same time, Presley and I relax.

She slumps over me, draping her arms loosely around my neck as our hearts pound wildly against each other’s. My ears are ringing so it takes me a second to realize Presley is talking to me, her voice a timid whisper. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” Her words make my heart squeeze and I frown, holding her tighter.

“Pres, no,” I soothe. “You have nothing to be sorry for.”

“I left.”

“Shhh.” I rub her back, taking my time to feel her soft skin. “You’re okay. We’re okay, baby.”

Presley starts to cry and it breaks me. Just when I thought I had no tears left, my eyes start to sting. Presley’s cries are broken and so fucking sad and I would do anything to take her pain away.

“Presley,” I say, voice rough with emotion. “Just be here with me. Please?” My voice is desperate, pleading. I just need us to be okay, just for a few minutes.

She nods and sniffles, and after a few moments, her cries fade. I pull her so we’re lying down, my cock still buried inside of her. Neither of us wants to separate, and not even for sexual reasons. We’ve been disconnected for so long that if I weren’t physically inside her, we wouldn’t be close enough. We caress everywhere we can reach. My hands wander her back, her arms, over her ass and onto her thigh. Her hands trace over my facial features, down my chest, my back. She’s warm and soft and perfect and mine, and all at once, I’m at peace. After a month of panic and horror and misery, I can finally rest. And without intending to do so right here on the foyer floor, I do.

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urdadisdumb · 1 year

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MASTERLIST

🍋=smut 🍓=fluff 🥝=angst

Colson Baker/MGK

JXDN/Jaden Hossler

Pete Davidson

Vinnie Hacker

#colson x reader #mgk smut #smut #fluff #angst fanfic #pete davidson #mgk fluff #machine gun kelly #fanfic #colson baker #vinnie smut #fan fiction #fan fic smut

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reddesertcolbs · 4 years

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all work in this masterlist belongs to me. please do not copy, steal or reshare onto other platforms without my permission.

request here

last updated on the 27th august 2021.

listed oldest to newest.

most recent fic - sleepy bubs // colby brock (fluff)

fluff

cuts & bruises

sunday evening

lock screen

mixed up packages

busted

new beginnings

idiot

sleepless nights

tinder date gone wrong

headaches

fun in the sun

eavesdropping

hammock

late night snacks

matching piercings

nightmare

sleepy bubs

angst

new girl

smut (18+)

shower fun

sensual touches (part 2 of shower fun)

bubble bath

balcony dream

champagne and sunshine

tease

colby concepts

fluff

late nights

braids

studio chills

pink nail polish

cold and flu

accidental spills

spongebob tattoo

period pains

cold brew

pancakes

fake boyfriend

sleepovers

drunk confessions

summer sunrise

angst

clingy

heather

smut (18+)

morning makeouts

tour bus bathroom

thigh riding

frenemies

phone call distractions

lil devil

caught

numbers

ferris wheel

mirrors

pool table

workouts

gentle

colson concepts

(all of my luke stuff is years old and i hate it but i wanted to include it in my masterlist)

(ps i am no longer writing for luke, nothing personal against him, i just don’t have the same amount of love as i did when i written these)

fluff

bad day

mornings (tattoo!artist luke)

pictures (tattoo!artist luke)

birth of your baby

home from tour

spider

smut (18+)

making out

#5sos masterlist #colby brock masterlist #colby brock #luke hemmings #colson baker masterlist #colson baker #mgk #machine gun kelly #machine gun kelly masterlist

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waddlenut · 3 years

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Masterlist of the masterlist - Colson Baker (MGK)

I HAVE WRITTEN NONE OF THESE FANFICS, CREDITS TO THE WRITERS!

This is a masterlist of my reblogs :)

COLSON BAKER

Fluff -

Why’d you wear that? (You wear Colon’s hoodies because they make you feel safe but he doesn’t know that)

Baby mama (the reader gives birth. TW - birth)

The bathroom tiles (the reader has the worst period of her time and Colon comes to rescue)

Welcome interruption (you interrupt Colson during an interview)

Hurting mommy (in which their son catches them turns into a huge misunderstanding. TW - swearing and implications of smut)

New look (you cut your hair and are nervous to what Colson might think of it)

Angst -

Protected (Colon and the boys save you from your own boyfriend. TW - abusive bf)

Get of my girl (Having a run in with some sleazy guy at a party was always your biggest fear, luckily you had your amazing boyfriend to protect you when it actually happend. TW - swearing, harassment, intoxiication and being taken advantage of, drugging and fighting)

Smut -

Trying something new (Colson teases the reader with a vibrator. TW - swearing, vibrators and smut)

ROOK (JP CAPPELLETTY)

Fluff -

Teach me? (Rook teaches Y/N some drums)

Nice shirt (Rook hyping his girl up)

Support (Y/N teaches Rook that it is okay to cry)

Love on tour (Rook manages to convince the crew to let his girlfriend come on tour, and his friends get to see firts had how happy he is when he’s with her. TW - swearing)

Angst -

Protective (some dudes get inappropriate with you and Rook gets protective. TW - swearing, drinking and harassment)

Smut -

#colson baker masterlist #machine gun kelly masterlist #rook masterlist

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prettytoxicrevolver · 11 months

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Music

How to Navigate:

❤ Heart = Fluff ★ Star = Taylor Swift Song Fic ⬥ Diamond = My Favorite

5 Seconds of Summer

Machine Gun Kelly

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daydreamingatnight209 · 23 days

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Colson Baker (MGK) Masterlist -

Fluff - 💕

I Am so In Love With You

His Night

I am Here, Go Back to Sleep

#writing #fanfic #fluff #writers on tumblr #colson baker #colson baker fanfic #colson baker imagine #colson baker x reader #mgk imagine #mgk x reader #machine gun kelly x reader #machine gun kelly

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machinegunbun · 3 years

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Masterlist

smutx fluff# angst+

Wanna be added to my taglist so you never miss a post?

MGK / Colson Baker

PTSD x

The one where you lose a bet

My Valentines +

The one where you try to surprise him, but end up being surprised

requested

The Freaky Fic ™ xxx

just weird tbh

Toxic +

A toxic relationship

Safeword +x

The one where reader is a lil nervous of Colson and his big personality

Blurbs

Grind X

Smoke X

Spit X

Stage X

Pay back X+

Power X

Neon +

Fucked It +

Tease X

Complicated X

Trouble X & make it double XX rough alt ending

Hazing X

Submissions

BigBlakDix

pt. 1

pt.2

pt.3

pt.4

Pete Davidson

Zoom Callx

The one where Petes busy in a zoom call and cant pay attention to you so you make your own fun

Benanigansx

The one with shenanigans involving bananas

requested

Nervesx A

The one where you try something new with

Pete

Avoiding Itx

The one where you attempt to avoid your punishment

Meet The L/N's +

The one where your family is in town and you dont really want Pete to meet them, or rather, them to meet Pete.

Reunited

Pete comes home from tour and wants to show you how much he misses you

Series

Deserved It+

The one where your ex pays you a little visit

II+

The one where you tell the truth

Deserve you+#

The one where you cry in a hotel hallway

Dirty Lil Secrets +

The one where Pete learns what you did

Dirty Laundry ++

The one where you yell at eachother until your lungs burn

Blurbs

Quiet X

Naps #X

Good morning, beautiful X

Condescending X

Vampire!pete

Freaky Fuck X

Gotta Take This X

Series

NSFW Alphabet

Headcannons

Public X

Rough X pt II X

After sex #X Bonus, kinda

Kinks X bonus & bonus to the bonus

Most Likely To not really any genre tbh bonus

Pete X Younger reader

in The mood X

Sex Toys X

Pregnant!Reader # bonus

Naked X#

Punishment!Colson X

Into!Pete X

goofy!pete #x

Lap dance/strip tease X

Quiet!Pete

Bf!pete bonus!

Bilingual!S/o !Pete #

Punishment!Colson X

Toxic ex # / Abusive ex # bonus #

Jealous!Colson X+

Proposal!Pete #

Comfort!Pete #

Crying #

Panic Attack #

Pete with a baby #

Kinky X

Knife Kink

Cuckolding

Cockwarming/Breeding

Exhibitionism/Voyeurism

Praise

Smoking

Road Head

Overstim

Double penetration

Mommy/breastfeeding kink

Spit

UnConventional Bakers

The ones where you’re a baking comp show host and the contestants are Unconventional Bakers like musicians, comedians etc.

Pete #

Colson Coming Soon

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marbledaesthetics · 3 years

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EST19XX MASTERLIST

**this is all my original work, if you find any of my work being reposted, please let me know! I only post here and on AO3 under the same url**

Colson

ONESHOTS

At Your Back and By Your Side

reader insert, hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, 3.9k

you show up on colson’s doorstep in the middle of the night. he takes care of you and helps you start to process what has happened to you.

warnings: anxiety and panic attacks, mentions of a violent sexual assault

BLURBS

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Rook

ONESHOTS

From Bathroom Mirrors

reader insert, fluff, 2.3k

you and rook do the quarantine date trend for your first anniversary

warnings: swearing, brief sexual references (female receiving oral), cringey fluff because i can’t write

Duty Calls

reader insert, fluff, 1.1k

rook and your daughter make pancakes

warnings: none

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pixiedust0 · 2 years

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➪ 𝑁𝐴𝑉𝐼𝐺𝐴𝑇𝐼𝑂𝑁

❥𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑦𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑑

❥𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑠 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑖 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑖𝑓 𝐼’𝑚 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒

❥𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑜𝑛’𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑦 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘 𝐼 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑜𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔

➪𝑀𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

❥ 𝐶𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝑀𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

❥𝐸𝑢𝑝ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑎 𝑀𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

➪𝐴𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑚𝑒

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❥Leo

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❥𝐴𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑟

❥any 𝑃𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑠

❥𝑃𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑥𝑢𝑎𝑙

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grimoireofhayley · 5 months

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Of Friends and Horror

Stu Macher x Fem!Reader x Billy Loomis

Word Count: 1.6k

Taglist: @ev3ningrain @nerdytif @fanfic-enjoyer123 @darkenwolfie @juda-the-simp @colsons-baker @junnniiieee07 @ok-boke @ren-ni @katie-tibo @bruce-yamada @kenma-izhu @cookielovesbook-akie @elevenpurple @hyunlix-world @mavix @halleest

A/n: Oh-my-god, I am so sorry for the major delay! Trust me, I was in the middle of writing the chapter the same day I said I would post it, but being a mom is super-duper busy and they will always come first and I completely forgot to post the chapter, but here it is FINALLY.. My twins are now 3 so they’re acting like teenagers, but toddler form; super bossy, extremely demanding, always and I MEAN always keeping me on my feet. Plus, I had to re-write it as I didn’t like how the first attempt at chapter 14 sounded 😮‍💨 Anyways, I barely have time to write, but when I can, I hope you all enjoy it. I hope this chapter is up to your liking! More chapters are still on the way, A LOT MORE. Keep in mind, the Billy scene in previous chapters and this scene is my first time writing smut/smut related things… 😓😓😓 Lastly, Thank You ALL so much for getting me to 405 followers! I’m in disbelief 🫢💜

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Chapter 14

Gulping, you shakily took the phone off the counter, hanging it up and unplugged it from the wall, making sure no calls would come through anymore that night for her sake.

Looking over, you saw Sidney gripping at her brown hair, pulling it in every direction, her jaw clenched, yet, her teeth chattering; she wanted to scream, shout and cry, but couldn’t. Her pale features now a rouge from both exhaustion and terror. Her sanity seemed to slip away bit-by-bit each time Ghostface would call; preying on her, taunting her, humiliating her.

“What, what!?” Dewey came running from his room, waving a gun around in his white t-shirt and blue and white striped boxers.

Tatum tsk-ed at her brother’s tardiness, pushing passed him to follow Sidney.

You rubbed the nape of your neck, placing your other hand on Dewey’s shoulder, “Next time.. maybe be a little quicker.” You laughed, half-heartedly, trying to make light of the situation, seeing how confused Dewey seemed to be.

“(Y/n) (L/n) and Sidney Prescott who were both…”

Before the news reporter finished his sentence, Dewey shut the tv off, pulling a chair out from the kitchen table, sitting down.

“Billy was released.”

Your ears perked at the sound, relief washing over.

Sidney’s eyes lit up, but she still clearly had her doubts.

“His cellular bill was clean. He didn’t make those calls..” Dewey stated, grabbing a carton of milk before pouring some of it into his coffee. “We’re checkin’ every cellular account in the county.” Dewey finished, taking a long gulp of his un-sweetened drink before continuing. “(Y/n), Sidney..” He eyed both of you, “Any calls made to you two or Casey Becker are being cross-referenced, it’s going to take some time, but we’ll find him.”

Tatum nudged you and smiled at Sidney.

Dewey pulled into the school lot with ease, parallel parking at the curb.

He got out and opened the door for you and Sidney.

You smiled at him, thanking him quietly, and he tilted his hat at you as Sidney got out next.

However, your smile quickly faded, seeing a reporter running towards your side; most likely to ambush both you and Sidney about what happened.

“(Y/n) how does it feel to know the murderer is lusting after you and nearly butchering your friends? Do you know who the killer is, are you a part of his twisted game?” A red head asked, shoving a mic at you, accusing you of being his partner-in-crime.

You scoffed, irritated, but somehow calm, honoured that she knows the killer wants you.

“What about you, Sidney? How does it feel to be almost brutally killed?”

Sidney bit her lip, already wanting to cry.

Dewey stepped in front, shoving the reporter away.

“Hey, leave them alone!” He shouted, towering over the petite woman.

She stumbled back, but wasn’t giving up.

“People want to know. They have a right to know!”

You, Tatum and Sidney bolted, getting away from all the interrogations this woman was sure to have up her sleeves.

You were pressed against a locker; your mid back arched causing your torso to move forward; and your arms folded, pushing your breasts together, making them pop out.

“This is a mistake, I shouldn’t be here…” Sidney huffed, grabbing her books and slamming her locker door shut.

You sighed, plopping a sucker in your mouth; twirling the red treat around your tongue, pursing your lips tightly around it and without meaning to, your eyes landed on Stu who was already watching you.

You blushed and he smirked, liking how you looked with your mouth full.

“I want you to meet me right here after class, okay, Sid?” Tatum spoke and Sidney nodded.

“Hey, Stu, I haven’t seen Billy around… is he really pissed?”

Stu tore his gaze from you, looking at Sidney.

“Oh, you mean after you branded him the Candyman?”

You shoved Stu slightly, giving him a glare.

He winced, “No, his heart’s broken—“

Suddenly a scream was heard and the four of you looked into the direction it came from, spotting a student running down the hall dressed as Ghostface.

You blushed again, seeing the full cloaked figure and that ghostly-white mask again.

‘Fuck, that’s hot.’ You smirked slightly, turning your head to the side, trying to subtly check out the student who’s dressed up like the murderer, you let out a quiet “Mmph” squeezing your thighs together.

Unbeknownst to you, Stu heard your moan, and knew exactly what you were doing with your thighs. Luckily, the others did not, but he is so glad that he did. He can smell the hormones leaking off of you; they were practically oozing with want for the cloaked-killer.

He bit his lip, trying to contain his excitement.

“Why are they doing this?” Sidney spoke, watching the student run away.

Stu, glanced at you, “Are you kidding me? Look at this place, it’s like Christmas!” He laughed, a devious smirk prying at his lips as the comment was directed at you. You were his Christmas, knowing the woman he wants is full blown horny for him, for Ghostface.

Tatum huffed, hitting him with the lollipop you had given her prior, “Stupidity leak.”

“Hey!” Stu shrieked, immediately looking at his girlfriend, while the school bell blared, signalling the start of class and students were quick to get going.

Sidney ran down the hall, upset at Stu’s comment and Tatum ran after her. You sighed, looking down, picking up your bag in the process. You went to go wave ‘bye’ to Stu, but he vanished.

“Huh?” You mumbled out loud, seeing how he was gone and so was every other student that was there nearly two minutes ago. “That’s my cue…”

Tapping your fingers against your hip, you hummed to the tune of ‘Your Dead’ by Norma Tanega.

You stopped in front of the janitors closest to reach for your Walkman that was in your bag, wanting to blare the song in your ears, hoping that actually listening to the catchy tune would make it stop repeating itself inside your head.

Though, the universe had other plans…

You felt the door swing open, hitting you, knocking you out of the way, making you drop your only source of music.

Soon after, a hand covered your mouth and an arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you into the closet.

A scream hitched in your throat as the unknown figure flicked the light on, revealing who the culprit was…Stu.

“Stu, what the actual fuck was that for!?” You narrowed your eyes, clenching your fist, ready to punch him out of fear.

He laughed, but soon afterwards told you to be quiet, locking the door behind him as he stepped forward.

“Shh, I don’t want anyone to hear us.” He whisper-yelled, getting closer to you, placing both hands on either side of your arms.

He was a good two-to-three feet taller than you.

“I saw you, you know…” He bit his lip again, rolling the flesh with his teeth, gripping your arms tighter.

You looked up at him, confused, not sure what he meant, however, a part of you knew where this might be going.

“The way your face went red, how you rubbed your thighs together..” He taunted, poking your nose, “Let’s not forget that sweet-little moan you let out when you saw that student…” He leaned into the crease of your collarbone, nipping at the skin, the coolness of his lips penetrating your warmth.

Your face was hot with yearn, but also embarrassment. “The student who was dressed as the Woodsboro slasher…” He grinned, feeling you shiver at his touch.

“W-what—“ You began, trying to act like you didn’t know what he was talking about; ashamed that you were caught. You were quickly silenced by Stu pressing his lips against yours, his bulge pushing up against your side.

His fingers danced across your arms to the string of your grey tank top, ripping it from your body with force as the sound of the thin material shredding lingered in your ears. Fortunately for Stu, you didn’t have a bra on…

Your breasts jiggled from the impact, bouncing in place which caused a small guttural growl to emit from Stu’s throat.

Stu immediately grabbed your boob in his right hand, rubbing his thumb across the perky bud, while his other hand gripped at your bare side, his fingers digging into your ribs.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at the finger prints you already had bruised into your skin. They almost lined up with his own marks, but his were slightly bigger. Stu only quirked a brow, continuing to fondle your breast, not wanting to ruin the moment by asking.

Stu trembled at the thought of someone else having you, but he was sure to find out who and kill him.

“M-mm..” You let out a breathy moan, making Stu lose track of his thoughts,“But T-Tatum—“ you stuttered, holding back another sound as he slid his hand into your shorts, rubbing your clit through the silk of your panties.

He hooked his finger under the band, pulling you even closer, his forehead pressing up against your own.

“Shut up and kiss me.”

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