In which Ghostface!Tara comes and finds you after she's snapped and killed her now ex best friend and asks to hide out at your place until things cool down.
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Or Top!Tara is still a simp for you and will do your very bidding. Like murdering Wes because he got too close to her and you didn't like it.
A/n: Tara and Reader are very much unhinged in this. This was also a request from a reader. I don't remember who it was without looking through all of the comments. So to the reader that requested Top!Tara, I hope you Enjoy this as much as I did writing it.~
⚠️Heavy ~kinky~ smut ahead. Talk about murdering someone. Sex without plot mostly.⚠️
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Title Name - Tear You Apart
"You don't have to worry about anyone ever again. I'm all yours, Y/n." Tara had said, a rather smug tone to her voice as she sat in a chair. One leg crossed over the other.
"This is so wrong, Tar. We're going to get into so much trouble!" Your conscience was starting to eat at you. Wes was such a nice guy.
Something told you when you got up that morning, that today would be the day Tara convinced you that her killing Wes needed to be done. And although you ignored it most of the week, you felt your resolve melt away as Tara sat there. Dressed in that damned black robe and those leather gloves. You wondered if she had anything underneath it since she was barefoot but said nothing about it. As mentioned before, it's been a week since Wes was murdered in cold blood, and no one has come looking for either you or Tara.
You remember washing dishes at the time she came crawling through the kitchen window, covered in blood with the mask still on her face. So the plate in your hand slipped from your grasp as you continued to stare. Air had come out of your lungs in quick spurts, almost like a panting dog, as your eyes roamed over the robes body. And just as your eyes stopped right at the mask, Tara had ripped it off with a gasp, her mouth parted as she sighs heavily. You could see sweat sticking her hair to her forehead and cheeks. She looked disheveled and so damn sexy.
You barely had the chance to wipe your hands off before you were rushing over to cup her cheeks and kiss her for all that she was worth. Tara's gloved hands had gripped your hips and slammed your body back against the fridge as she quickly took control. You had no choice but to allow it. Moaning into her mouth just as her right gloved hand gripped your throat.
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"Y/n."
You snap back to reality and notice how Tara sat in the chair with the robe pulled up and settled around her thighs. She was naked underneath.
"When are you going to take that damn thing off?"
"Come here and take it off yourself." Tara whispered. You watched as one of her hands reached down, gliding from her covered chest and over her stomach, passing over her core and stopping at the hem of the robe.
You bit the inside of your cheek, contemplating if you should indulge. (Even if you both have been going at it like bunnies since she first arrived at your apartment.)
"Come on baby. Show me you really want me. Show me that killing Wes was worth it." Tara was bating you. She knew which buttons to press to get you going.
Without a word, you get close to her before falling to your knees before her. This gave you the opportunity to slip between her parted legs where you grab her knees and slowly slide your palms up as you push the fabric of the robe with your advances. Tara's hands had gripped the chair's arm rests and you watched as she digs the tips of her gloved fingers into the upholstery of the chair.
