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councilofcastamere · 7 months

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HOTLINE | GHOSTFACE X FEM!READER

a b r i d g e m e n t : ghostface has been stalking you for some time… but do you even care?

TW: masturbation, stalking, degradation in a sickeningly sweet tone (pet names), reader being absolutely whipped for ghost, oral (both receiving)

A/N: credits for the second picture belong to jadegpp on pinterest 💋

“Yeah, I’m telling ya, Stacy, the trip was bitchin’.” you rambled adorably through the brick cell, your vacant hand focused on painting your toe nails.

your hands were beautifully manicured, he noted, and before you could say another word to your friend over the phone, his aching member was already being freed from his trousers. it wasn’t often that a potential victim could get him this hard on the first day of stalking, but you were just too pretty.

your perfectly plump lips were rambling on, and he just wished he could slip his cock inside of those, holding your head in place. your pretty nails were shining due to the lamp at your nightstand.

“Yeah, no, I wouldn’t even do that for 10 dollars… what was Brody thinking?” you giggled, throwing your head back.

how he wished he could mark that beautiful neck, kiss it, suck it, squeeze it. his fingers gave the first tug at his throbbing cock, his eyes focused on your legs. your left foot was placed on your right knee, giving him a glimpse of your soaked panties.

“Come on, Stacy, Brady and Louis were definitely trying to cop a feel at me. It was pretty bodacious.” you grin, biting your lip.

oh? you’re getting off on two boys? his hands were pumping his cock even faster, watching you squeeze your thighs together.

“Yeah, I gotta go, call ya later,” you say in a high-pitched phone, quickly putting it back into place and finally sneaking your hand on your panties, rubbing over the fabric.

goosebumps started to grow on your skin, and your trembling hand rubbed the fabric into your throbbing pussy, soaking the cloth.

and as he watched from a window, he furiously stroked his aching cock, leaking every thrust as he got so far into it, he pushed his hips up into his hand.

fuck. his little doll was just too pretty. she deserved to be fucked hard and deep, like only a prince could fuck his princess. for that pretty face alone, she deserved his cock. his cock only belonged to her.

and as he watched you slip the panties to your knees, your perfect clit perfectly positioned on display, his claims were proven true.

your slender fingers made their way onto your clit, rubbing and daring. how adorable that your cheeks were already red, it made him wonder how you would react bouncing on his thick cock.

you bit your lip, your eyes focused on the locked door. your moans were muffled and your eyebrows furrowed. and just when his load shot onto his stomach, you decided to insert your fingers.

your beautiful fingers appeared and then disappeared into your pretty hole, repeating the notion. your thighs were quivering, and you tried to take it slow.

you pushed your hips to your fingers, and he could swear you were putting on a little show, by the way you were putting on an adorable face. his panting heaved and he was sitting there in the aftermath of his climax.

you stood up on shaky legs, and managed to position yourself at the round bed post that looked like a doorknob.

and fuck, if you hadn’t looked like an absolute beauty, you do now.

now he’s seeing you grinding against the bedpost, carefully rubbing your desperate pussy all over it, smearing your juices and rolling your hips. you let out quiet whines and kept riding the bedpost as if it were someone’s face.

you looked like a fucking doll. he couldn’t believe you were all dolled up in nail polish, make up and that goddamn skirt just to be fucked by a bedpost.

if it were up to him, you’d be tied up to that very same bedpost as he fucked deeply into you, feeling his cock protruding all the way into your belly. he’d roll his hips and let you feel every second of it, all while licking your tears away.

he couldn’t believe why you hadn’t gone to have a dorm at your campus. seeing how desperate you were, he was sure you'd let every college boy take you given the chance.

but no, instead you were fucking a goddamn bedpost, like a goddamn slut as your parents are busy doing whatever the fuck.

but before he had time to ponder, he spotted you nearing your orgasm and reached for his phone.

and lo and behold, just as you were about to burst, a ringing sound invaded your ears.

pretty tears of frustration graced your face as you so adorably punched your pillow. nonetheless, you pick up.

“hello?” you asked in a teary yet soft tone. god, he wanted to hear his name in that tone. to hear you praise his girth.

“hello, y/n…” a raspy voice came from the other line, and you couldn’t have looked more clueless.

your bottom lip was pouting, and your expression softened from frustration to confusion in a matter of mere seconds. he’d kill millions to bring you that same expression as you bounced on his cock, too confused for anything to make sense.

“who is this? and how do you know my name?” you asked, your pretty little heart beating out of your chest. you nervously resisted the urge to scream at him to answer quicker.

“So y/n is indeed your name…” he answered huskily, looking at you through narrowed eyes. he couldn’t help but let out a deep chuckle as you responded by chewing on your nails.

“now, don’t ruin that pretty red color,” he tsked playfully, basking in your expression of realisation. “such a pretty little thing, it would be a shame if something happened to you now, wouldn't it?"

“please, this isn’t funny,” you whine, quickly pulling down your skirt. “please tell me who you are!”

“you should see how scared you look right now, all by yourself in your cozy little room. It's quite the sight.” he interrupts, not bothering to answer your plea.

“please, why are you calling me?” you ask, tears in your eyes.

although you couldn’t see him, that didn’t stop him from mocking tapping on his chin a few times, smirking at your stupidity.

"why, because I wanted to talk to my favorite princess, of course!” he mockingly taunted. “it’s not everyday that I get to see you in such beautiful clothes. all dolled up and ready.”

“ready for what?” you asked softly, to which he let out only an incredulous laugh.

“baby, are you this stupid?” he laughs, his deep modulated voice booming. “how am I supposed to come over and fuck you senseless if you already don’t have any in your pretty little head?”

your breathing hitched, but you felt your pussy purring greedily.

“there she goes, already getting all wet and needy for a fucking voice on the phone,” he tsked, shaking his head. “does my pretty girl need something in her pussy?”

and there you go, abandoning all morals as you nod your dizzy head and calm yourself down. you haven’t spoken to your hook-up in three months and you absolutely need it. he knew you needed it. but do you know what’s happened to that little hook-up of yours?

“so, this is what you’re gonna do,” he starts bringing his lips closer to the voice modulator. “you’re going to open that window, and lie on your bed with your pretty legs spread. I need that pussy glistening for me, doll.”

you nod, desperately scrambling to open your window, and you eagerly spread it. you shiver slightly due to the cold air on your bare cunt.

and after 2 minutes, you ultimately see that infamous mask, staring right at you. his hands are gloved, something that turns you on.

his hands rubbed up and down your thighs, as if marinating a chicken. you looked up at him, and he tilted his head to the side.

“you’re making it hard for me not to fuck you into oblivion when you keep gazing up so sweetly at me.” he spoke, his voice higher than on the phone, but nonetheless deep.

“then do it.” you smiled, to which his gloved hand rubbed your cheek and he laughed.

“too fucking adorable,” he chuckled, and let you nuzzle your head against his hand like a little kitten. “but you wouldn’t be able to handle it. as if I’m like the little boys you hang with.”

“they’re my age!” you protest, to which he quickly placed his thumb past your lips.

“keep sucking, sweet slut,” he cooed, his unoccupied hand freeing his cock.

you kept sucking on the thumb, swirling your tongue around the fingertip and before you know it, it was being pulled out of your mouth with saliva connecting. and to your surprised, he guided the tip of his cock to your plump lips, rubbing against it.

“open up, sweetheart. m’gonna keep you real quiet. don’t want your parents to hear you getting fucked, do you?” he asked in fake sympathy, holding you by the throat.

you shook your head, and quickly opened up your lips, allowing your wetness enveloping his thick meat. it disappeared past your soft lips, and you found your mouth drooling from the edges, your spit tracing a vein on the underside.

“there we go…” he murmured sickeningly, moving your head and pushing his hips. “that’s my sweet girl.”

you whine at his praise, the pulsations felt by his cock. he let out a grunt and you bobbed your face, almost choking on it.

he smiled, brushing away the hair sticking to your sweaty forehead. your tongue was swirling around the base, and you feel your hair being pulled into a ponytail.

he tugged at the ponytail whenever he wanted another whine out of you, and you claw at his thighs, wanting so desperately to deep throat him.

“fuck, are you getting all worked up for me, baby?” he asks, thrusting into your mouth. “my pretty baby, my prettiest girl.”

you couldn’t do anything but nod as beautiful tears streamed down your cheeks. your eyes were red, and your lips swollen to perfection. his hands tangled through your hair, intentionally messing it up. his chest heaved as you kept sucking and your hands rubbed up and down his thighs.

and before you could make him cum, he pulled you off him by the hair and threw you to the bed.

you sat up by your elbows as he crawled over you, taking off his mask and having his nose brush against his.

his lips planted traces on your jaw, and you wrapped your legs around him pulling him closer to you.

“does my girl have no patience?” he asks, kissing down her face, to her neck. “I guess I can’t wait either. not while you taste so sweet.”

he flips over, and has you straddling him. he slightly pushes his hips up as if you were sitting on a horse from a merry-go-round. you smiled, gripping onto his shoulders.

“come on, my sweet, you know what you need to do,” he said, a smug smile on his lips. you took the hint and quickly lowered your pussy onto his face.

you wanted to lift yourself a bit, afraid to suffocate him, but he wouldn’t even use his tongue unless you fully sat on his face. you obliged, of course, your throbbing clit soothed by the feeling of his tongue connecting to your juices, eventually slurping it up.

“a-ah, n-need you…” you moaned, grinding against his face. his nose, combined with the sensation of his tongue made your thighs shake.

“need me to do what, baby? I’m already eating this sweet pussy up.” he cooed, before pushing you back down on him. “use your pretty little mouth.”

“f-fast…” you continued, grinding against his nose and face.

“oh, that’s it, baby?” he mockingly murmured, lifting you again from him, and you already missed the sensation. “is that all your pretty little lips could muster?”

you nodded, and before you could open your mouth again, he pushed you back down, his tongue penetrating your pussy. you moaned and moaned as he grunted, the vibrations of his voice felt by your pussy.

you gripped the headboard, rolling your hips as if you were riding a horse. if his eyes were open, he might have been able to see your perky breasts bouncing and occasionally rubbing against the headboard. his face was covered by your skirt and you looked like a college girl with her boyfriend.

“f-fuck, I’m going to…” you blabber, to which he speeds up his ministrations.

and just when you were about to burst your cum onto his beautiful face, he stopped. and the tears of frustration kept streaming down.

“oh, calm the fuck down, dollface,” he said, chuckling and rolling his eyes. “I’m giving you my dick, and then we’ll both cum, does that register in your dumb little head?”

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badsweetangel · 8 days

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Could you do billy loomis where he tries to cheat on sidney with the reader but the reader would reject him

Warnings: Obsession, toxic dynamics blah blah blah you know hahahahaha

He couldn't deny that he was angry. He had been chasing you. Running after you. Adapting to your every whim all the time, just to get you at least once. But you decided to reject him the day you realized he wasn't single, but was dating Sidney. At that very moment, you walked away from him and never spoke to him again.

He was pretty upset that day.

He was on the verge of getting you, of having you for himself and you slipped out of his hands when you found out about Sidney. But unfortunately he couldn't get her out of this matter, it was important that Sidney believed that he was in love with her. So he couldn't just dump her like he had done with other girls before.

And he was pretty upset about that.

But he was upset with you too. He hated feeling rejected and you did. So that only increased his obsession with you. He followed you everywhere, fantasized about touching you. He didn't understand how you did it, but he thought about you quite a bit, from sinful thoughts to ideas that inside his fucked up mind he could consider romantic.

And that was strange.

He was a lonely man, a dangerous man who sought revenge and who was hugely interested in making people feel pain.

And yet, he couldn't forget you.He spied on you while you were at home, those times when you saw other guys. He was dying of jealousy. It was strange to you how each one of them woke up dead afterwards.

Yet you never stopped.

That meant that deep down, you could be like him. And he would live every damn second to prove it.

You don't even have any idea how much he wanted to have you. You're so oblivious to the thought that Billy had already forgotten about you. So damn innocent.

But son Sidney wouldn't be there and you'd have no choice but to be with him.

However, you began to rule his mind. There was never a moment when he didn't think about you, when you weren't on his mind. He was more obsessive than before. That wasn't a good thing. When he kissed Sidney, he thought about you. Every damn moment.

He didn't feel comfortable with himself being controlled.

So one day, among other nightly surveillance he did at your house, he came dressed as Ghostface, determined to end your existence. Maybe that way he could forget about you completely. He kept a watchful eye from your window, remembering his plan over and over again. It would be perfect. You had done enough bad things to him anyway: you rejected him and then you went on with guys, you didn't talk to him or look at him anymore and you seemed to forget about him without ever realizing that he was following you.

And he didn't like feeling ignored.

Remembering those moments, he gripped the handle of his knife tightly. He was so upset.

If he kept pretending that he wasn't bothered by your actions, he would become a weak man who would only live for your damn whims.

And he couldn't stand it.

Suddenly, he saw something that made his crotch harden. You stripping in front of the mirror and leaving your clothes on the floor. The desire that was blocked by his rage, came back… his desire, his lust and his passion for you. He could even hate you if he wanted to. But he needed to hear your moans and your words telling him that you were his. He needed it. It's like this was really your game. He thought for a moment. He tried to get strong, taking his phone to call you with his voice changer and start his game, which would inevitably end in your death. But it was already clear to him that you had already started your own game.

And it seemed like you had won.

He put his voice changer near his mouth and on his phone he dialed your number.

However, his erection did not stop. Neither did his desire and his obsession. So, he thought for a moment longer.

He put down his voice changer and stopped typing your number. Sidney would be dead anyway. And he could try to change your mind again.

He shook his head.

He wouldn't try. You would definitely change your mind and be his. Only his. Until when he wanted.

Probably forever.

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roadkillremi · 11 months

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Kinktober '23

7 out of 11

Voyeurism

Stu Macher X F!Reader

MasterList. Kinktober '23

Summary : after telling Stu your wildest fantasies, he tells you his. Characters are 18+

Warning : MINORS DNI, Smoking Weed, Mentions Riding, (Consented) voyeurism, masterbation, mural masterbation, language, slight knife play, blow job, face fucking.

I had lots of fun writing this one

When you dated Stu you knew he was quite... Romantic. You didn't know about his little fantasies. You were sitting on his bed messing with his hair. His head rested on your thigh as he smoked a joint.

"Do you ever have.. sexual fantasies?!" He looked up at you with a wide smile. You smirked, "Why?". He shrugged, "Maybe I wanna try it".

You leaned back balancing yourself with your arms. Stu sat up holding his blunt between his fingers. He had a toothy smile and leaned forward towards you.

"I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours.." he offered you his joint. You took it, you took a swift inhale feeling it spread to your lungs. Stu leaned forward hinting at shotgunning. You leaned forward, holding his chin still blowing into his mouth. He inhaled and smiled, "You're so hot when you do that."

You laughed softly handing him his joint back. You looked towards the doorway, "Won't your parents smell the weed?". He sighed looking towards the doorway, "They're on another vacation.". You looked towards him, sympathy written all over your face. He placed his joint on an ashtray on his nightstand. He leaned towards you giving you a small kiss.

"Don't feel bad.. it's the only way we can have so much fun." He kisses you again. You smirk wrapping your arms around his neck. He grabbed your waist pulling you on top of him laying down.

"I'm not riding you if that's what you're hinting at-" you groaned. He smiled, "No! I wanna hold you!". You give him a look, he breaks out a wide toothy grin and sticks out his tongue.

"Maybe I wanted that too!"

You pushed his shoulders down playfully. He scoffed, "What?!". You sigh, "Let's go back to talking about fantasies instead.". He hums picking his joint back up, "Go ahead". You sigh, "You... I know you've seen scary movies with Billy-".

"Yeah..".

You bite your lip trying to figure out a way to explain it. He waits taking a hit from his joint.

"Uh, so you know how there's a final girl?" You ask. He nods, "If this is a film lesson. Go to Billy or Randy-" he laughs. You sigh getting frustrated, he notices and stops laughing.

"Sorry, continue.".

"I.. I wanna be a final girl.. for you.." you slowly say it. He processes the words and widens his eyes.

"That's great!" He sits up.

"huh?"

He puts his joint back down, his hands quickly go to your hips. He excitedly smiles, "my fantasy is.. stalking you.. and.. watching you be.. all naughty, y'know?". He leans closer squeezing your hips. You gently slid your hands up his arms.

"Really?".He nods excitedly leaning in to kiss you.

That's how Stu came up with his little code calls. He'd randomly call you at night saying certain lines. If you responded like how he told you it was a yes.

You were busy putting up laundry as your phone rang in your room. You picked up the phone putting it to your shoulder.

"Hello?" You walked over to your bed the wire extending.

"Hey, baby!" Stus voice boomed. You smiled, "Hey!". You put your folded shorts in a basket carrying it to your dresser.

"Whatcha up to?" He cooed

"Laundry, you?"

"Boring... I was.. about to go on a walk" you could hear the smile on his face. You smirk looking out your window. It was your parents date night they should be gone for awhile.

"Id love to join you, Stuey.." you bit your lip. He let out a small victory 'yes!'.

"It'll be a 15 minute stroll-" he added hanging up. You panicked looking at your clothes. Fifteen minutes?! You weren't going to be ready by then. You quickly put your phone back and opened your window. You put a tank top and pajama shorts on and made your bed. You sighed crawling into bed trying to steady your heart rate. The phone rang again, you got up answering it.

"I'm here.." he hung up. You smiled to yourself putting the phone down. You looked into your mirror putting red lipstick on. You heard shuffling in the bushes, you glanced over with a small smile. You walked over to your bed laying on it.

Stu watched you from outside, his eyes traced every inch of you. The way you put the lipstick on that he bought you. The pop of your lips once you finished putting it on.

You now laid out on your bed running your hands up your torso. Stu grinned, he knew you were putting on a little show just for him. He watched your hand go over your shorts. You let out soft whimpers as you rubbed circles over your clothed clit

Stu quickly unzipped his fly bringing himself out. He breathed heavily holding his penis in his hand. He watched as you spit on your fingers, he copied you imagining his spit as yours. Your hand slid into your shorts, he slowly started pumping. He followed your pace only going as fast as you did. He groaned wanting your hand on him.

He watched you desperately pump your fingers into yourself. He stepped closer to your window. You softly moaned out his name as you squirmed to your touch. Whimpers of 'Stu' flooded out your mouth. He caved in crawling through the window pulling out his pocket knife.

You stopped backing into your head board. He smirked pointing his knife at you, "No no no... finish what you started..". You nodded going back to fingering yourself. He smiled reaching for your shorts pulling them down. He leaned down pressing his thumb against your clit. You whined backing away from the touch as your stomach coiled.

He smirked, "Such a stupid girl, leaving her window open..". You stared up at Stu, "Anyone could come in... And hurt you". He smiled and laughed a bit, "come here.". He moved his head to the side motioning you to come forward. You crawled towards him looking up at him.

"Be a good girl and suck me off..". You looked down at cock, you nodded. He put his knife under your chin, you opened your mouth for him. He pushed his hips forward shoving himself into your mouth.

He let out a long 'fuck' before grabbing your hair. He pushed your head down feeling you gag a bit before pulling it back up. He chuckled, "Do you like being face fucked?". You just stared up at him, he smiles.

"Well I hope you do..". He pushed your head back down. He continued to make you gag on him laughing at your smeared lipstick. Watched as your face became a complete wreck.

Puffy lips, swollen cheeks, lipstick smeared across your lips and his cock. He smiled holding your chin, "That's a good girl.".

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wasawattpadkid · 2 years

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Housewife

Part - 11

Summery: Billy and Stu have been planning these murders for quite some time. Everything is going to plan until you show up. What happens when they meet someone who is just as mentally deluded as they are?

Pairing: Poly! ghostface x fem!reader

Warnings for this series: murder, blood, smut (will be more in depth on smut chapters), power dynamics, a dash of sexism, knives, stalking, perverse behavior, cheating, homophobic slang

Part 1

Billy slammed his bedroom door after yet another fight with his dad. His father wasn't keen on his son skipping school and being a victim of a brutal attack wasn't a good enough excuse. He pulled out his phone dialing Stu's number. It rang and it rang which was unusual. No one answered. 'Maybe he wasn't home?' Billy wondered quickly realizing Stu had no place to go. He dialed again hearing the mind numbing ring. Finally Stu picked up.

"Hello?" A woman spoke. "Uhm is Stu there?" The voice on the end belonged to his mother. A person Billy only met twice. "No, Stu went... Oh shit honey where did Stu go? What's his little girlfriend's name?" Billy listened closely trying to hear all of the conversation. He could barley make out a man's voice in the back which he assumed was Stu's father. "No not that one she died remember." Billy raised his eyebrows in surprise. Even he wasn't that insensitive and he murdered her. "Y/n, Stu is staying at Y/n's." Staying?

Billy laughed nervously. "No I don't think I heard you right ma'am. Did you say "staying?"" She rubbed her forehead wanting to hang up on the strange child. "Yes he moved out while we do renovations. Goodbye now." The line died leaving Billy to piece all this together. It was almost laughable. He managed to lose the only two people he cared about on this horrible planet and both of them were probably fucking without saying so much as one word to him. Billy grabbed his things deciding to pay you and Stu a visit.

The drive back to your place was nice. He had a plan and things always ran smoother with a plan. He parked a block down the street deciding to walk the rest of the way. Your bedroom light was on making it easy for people like Billy to see into your life. He was ready for the worst. Maybe he'd break in like a scorned lover and kill the both of you. It'd be poetic but it would easily trace back to him. With your fragile little heart it'd probably stop knowing you'd been caught.

He lifted the binoculars he brought up adjusting the lenses so he could see. You walked into the room wearing some nightgown that resembled something he's sure his grandmother wore. You were holding a bowl handing it to Stu who sat on the floor. Once you sat down you were completely out of view. Billy cursed under his breath as he thought up a new plan.

"You can't hog the m&ms asshole." You threw a blue one which he caught like a seal. Stu raised his eyebrows surprised he actually caught it. "I'm impressed." You clapped and he did a half bow sitting on the floor. "This is one of my favorite's." You said pointing towards the movie that just started. Stu rolled his eyes. "Everything is your favorite." He passed you the bowl of candy. "What is this again?" Stu asked only paying attention to long haired actor.

"Benny and Joon. I saw it when it came out with my ex." Stu was interested in that story but he let it go knowing how much you wanted to watch your movie. "Billy should grow his hair out like that." Stu said before he popped a handful of candy in his mouth showing you the mashed up contents. "Why are you so nasty?" He laughed looking back towards the TV. "No, long haired boys have too much power over me. He keeps playing though I'm going to buzz off what hair he does have."

You were oblivious to the man in your home and Billy was scared for you. No wonder you needed someone to protect you. The key was still in the same place it was Saturday after they left your house. He wished he could relive that day. Billy heard his name so he stopped moving trying to hear what Stu was saying. He thought you were furious at him but you talked about him like he was still your friend.

Stu laughed. "In that case I'll grow mine out." He was only half joking. "I think you could pull it off. Grow it too long though you run the risk of looking like Shaggy form Scooby Doo." You teased tossing a m&m up letting your friend catch it. "I'll keep it like it is then. I have thought about dyeing it though." You squinted picturing him with different colored hair. "What color?" Stu scratched his head in thought. "White or maybe frosted tips." You cringed at the thought of frosted tips. "Fuck I'll make sure never to play poker with you. Damn." He laughed at the obvious face you made.

Billy crept up the stairs just enough to be able to see in your room. "Oh shhh. I think blonde hair would look good on you but frosted tips is just too gay even for you." He gasped as he brought his hand up to his forehead like he was about to faint. "Yeah you're probably right." He dropped the act eating more candy. "Besides once we graduate we'll pack our shit and leave. You could dye your hair whatever color you want. What's your opinion on cottages?"

You sat on the bed with a big bowl of candy while Stu sat in the floor at the end of the bed. Billy was relieved and a little disappointed there was no sinful act happening. Where did this leave him though? Were you both just waiting for him to make a move? You didn't tell him how to fix things and that bothered the hell out of him.

"You're worried about frosted tips being gay but you want me to live in a cottage with you? I might as well wrestle naked with Billy outside just to show off to the neighbors." You pursed your lips. "Include baby oil and I'll be there." Stu laughed scrunching his face. "You are an absolute freak. Me too." You both laughed eventually focusing back on the movie.

It was nice to know Stu was still his usual self but it was odd seeing you adapt to who you were around. The baby oil comment which Billy did not want to unpack is something you'd never say to his face. You were carefree around Stu and it felt like for the first time since he met you he was seeing who you actually were.

"Someone's at the door." Stu said pausing the VCR. You groaned knowing Billy was showing back up to either kill you or try some stupid attempt of convincing you that you need him. "I'll get it. Stay up here I don't want a fight." Stu nodded laying back on your floor. You walked to the front door trying to prepare yourself for whatever was about to happen. "What do you want Billy?" Billy had a small window of time to back out.

"May I come in?" He asked and you knew he was about to put on an Oscar worthy performance. "You may." You said bemused as you moved out of the way letting him in. "Can you tell Stu to come down here I need to talk to him too." Your blood ran cold. Billy knew and you were both likely dead. "How'd you know?" The door locked in placed once you shut it. "I called his house and his mom picked up." You sighed nodding your head. "Hey Stu, can you come down here?" You called out worried for the both of you.

Stu was terrified. He felt like a child in trouble. The walk of shame down the steps was especially embarrassing seeing Billy at the end of them. "Hey Stu." He said sending the boy a small smile. Your new roommate shot you a look saying something along the lines of "what the fuck?" Billy knew he had to choose his words very carefully. "Um can you both just sit down for a second?" Oh yeah the cops were sure to find you and Stu tomorrow.

Both you and Stu sat on the couch looking at your friend stand in front of you. "I'll be the first to say I'm not good at this." He looked to the floor only looking up once Stu spoke. "No kidding." He joked but you looked at him with eyes that could only tell him to shut up. Billy chuckled before talking again. "I'm sorry." You analyzed those two words over and over in your head. They sounded genuine but they couldn't be coming from Billy, could they? "I am sorry for what I did to both of you. Stu I'm most ashamed about what I've done to you."

Billy was walking on eggshells here. His eyes darted over at you reading you expression. You weren't mad. Stu has suffered Billy's wrath way longer than you've known him. "I really do care about you, I'm just scared of what people think about me. I hate the way people stare at us when we're out in public it makes me want to peel my skin off. I shouldn't take that out on you or make you feel as awful as I do. So I really am sorry." Billy's words worked on Stu you saw it in real time. You still couldn't figure out what was genuine and what was bullshit.

"Y/n." It was a good start but how was he going to finish it? The moment he tried to put the blame on someone other than himself you swore you'd beat his ass. You and Stu would have a body to dispose of. "I was and still am a horrible person. I never once thought about how you felt or how what I did affected you because I never cared." It hurt but it was honest. The way kids stared and whispered about him today, he couldn't begin to imagine what you went through on a daily basis.

"I'm going to change." You laughed dryly turning your head away from him. Billy dropped to his knees in front of you holding your hands in his. You were losing. He knew what he was doing and it was working. "I'm going to get better because I can't imagine a world without you and Stu in it. I know you can make it on your own but I can't. I need you a million times more than you need me and I know that. Not just to cook or clean but I need you to squeeze my arm when you watch a scary movie. I need you to call me out on my shit when I'm obviously spinning a story my way."

"I need you Y/n." Stu looked at Billy never seeing him open up like this. "You don't even know me." You quipped trying to be the voice of reason. Billy's voice cracked as he spoke. "Then teach me. I'll take notes if you want me to. This whole thing was to start over. We could bump into each other somewhere and we will meet for the first time all over again. I just need you Y/n, whatever version you give me I'll be happy to have." You lost. "Will you two excuse me for a moment?" You politely stood up going up stairs to your bathroom. Shutting the door you then turned on the faucet to full blast. The sink was going and eventually so was the tub. "Is she running water?" Billy asked worried he had done something wrong. You screamed so loud Stu honest to God thought the neighbors would call the cops. "Is she okay?" Billy asked standing up to go check on you. Stu stuck his arm out stopping him. "She does this."

You calmly returned, both the boys worried you might pass out from the length of the screams. "What do you want?" You asked Billy as you leaned on the door frame. "What do you mean?" This time he just wanted your forgiveness. He wanted to try again. "I accepted your apology. What do you want from us? Do you want us to go upstairs so we can some a threesome or are you actually wanting to figure this out?" It was sarcastic but you saw the brief second of consideration pass your friends faces. "I want us to be friends again at least. Did you know some bitches sat at our water fountain today?" He looked at Stu starting a whole new conversation. "Are they blind we sit there everyday?"

You snapped grabbing their attention. "I'm not fucking around. If we do this we do it right. I'm not getting hurt again and if I do I'm cutting someone's balls off." Stu put his finger to the tip of his nose quickly. "Not it!" He shouted making Billy smack his arm. "Ow man I was joking." He wasn't joking. "Am I understood?" The boys looked at each other not sure if they should feel this way about you right now. "Understood." Billy said as Stu echoed him. "Great! Now who wants dinner?"

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Part 12

A/N: I am absolutely in shock by how much love this series is getting. I just wanted to let everyone know that the taglist is now closed. Thank you all so much for being so kind and supportive. 💕

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zapreportsblog · 1 year

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(I don't know if you do smut and or poly ghostface and if you don't then just ignore this <3)

the reader and stu and billy have all been in a relationship together for a while but have yet to have sex (they've done just about everything else tho ;)) because the reader is a virgin and stu and billy have been respectful of that because they love her. Anyways, she tells them that she's ready to have sex and stu and billy are excited. When they have sex stu and billy are quite sweet with her but are still very much stu and billy.

(I'm so sorry if that made no sense and if you don't understand that's totally ok. I just wanna see stu and billy being a little nice during sex <33)

I do indeed write smut and for poly ghostface

❝movie night❞

✭ pairing : billy loomis x reader x stu macher

✭ fandom : scream

✭ summary : (y/n) is secretly dating her two best friends Sidney and Tatum boyfriends behind their backs and after movie night, the night takes a turn in interesting way

✭ slashers masterlist

You were in the living room with Sidney and Tatum for the weekly movie night at Stu's place, it had been something the small friendship group has included you on upon moving here a few months back but during those months of moving here interesting things have happened.

You ended up in a secret affair with boy boyfriends of Tatum and Sidney and though you felt wrong about being with them behind the two girls back but at the same time it was exciting.

Stu and Billy stood in the kitchen, they were getting some popcorn and drinks for not only themselves but for the girls as well. “How long is the popcorn gonna take?” Stu whined.

Billy as usual paid the tall boy any mind, “In a few more minutes,” he says for what felt like the hundredth time.

The boys could hear the giggles from rooms away, “What they laughing about?” Billy asks as Stu comes up behind him and plants his head on his shoulder. “Who knows? Maybe it’s stupid girl gossip,” stu mumbles. All he wanted was the fucking popcorn.

"Wait what!" Tatum almost shouted out if it hadn’t been for you shushing her to keep her volume low so no one else heard, but the boys were officially intrigued.

“What you think she told Tatum to make her react like that?” Stu silently questioned billy who didn’t reply instead seemed to be listening out for more information for they kept silent with their ears open.

"No way, there's no way at all! No offense." Tatum said slightly shocked at the news given to her.

"I just never got around to it, that's all.” You sounded embarrassed now, now they were really curious what could have caused you to feel that way.

"There's no fucking way that you are a virgin!”

“Shush!”

Billy and Stu whip their heads towards one another, and now since they were looking at each other they could make out what the other was thinking. It was like they were having some weird bro conversation in their minds, talking with their expressions.

They had to have misheard her. You, the girl who wore skimpy pajamas to bed with them and short dresses, the same you, was apparently a virgin? No way.

But at the same time it would make sense on certain things. Like why you only every made out with them and let them touch your boobs but when things almost went further you would stop them with flushed cheeks telling them not tonight.

At first they thought you were just being a tease and they were all here for it, they could wait a little bit but upon now learning of this information. Oh the night just got a little better

"What's that supposed to mean?" You were a bit offended at what Tatum said.

"Well, to be honest, we all thought you had sex with Randy." Imagine the look on your face when she said that, “What?! No way, ew! Randy and me are just friends.”

“Yeah but like, he follows you around like a lost puppy." Sidney interjects with her arms crossed over her chest, cheeks flushed from the whole sex talking happening right now

"He does not!" You said, flustered. Sure Randy was a bit clinging but it was because you were the only one who really paid him any mind or gave him the time of day.

Sure he hung out with others, others being your friendship group when you all were together with one another but no one’s really hung out with him alone, you took time out of your day to do that. To make him feel included.

"Randy's got a massive crush on you, (y/n).” Tatum states. “How you let that go over your head, I’ll have no idea,” she laughs.

At that moment, Stu and Billy decide to enter the room, causing all three girls to immediately stop talking about the whole topic and start watching the movie.

“Thank you,” you say taking the bowl of popcorn from Billy’s hand, fingers crossing against one another’s briefly.

“Thanks babe,” Tatum said taking her drink from Stu’s hand.

Throughout the whole movie, it was the Thing playing by the way, a really good movie at that. Billy and Stu couldn’t focus though, their minds elsewhere.

Billy thinks of all the things he could do to you, to ruin you for any other man (or woman). He wasn’t sure if you were bisexual like Stu or experimental like some people.

Billy sits at the farthest part of the couch from the TV, Sidney leaned against his side and Stu is at the other end, with Tatum on his side. You lay between them, your back pressing up against Billy's side, with your feet draped across Stu. The only real people watching the movie intently at this point had to be everyone else but Billy.

Before long Billythe movie is over and Tatum and Sidney are grabbing their stuff and making their way towards the door. “It’s been fun but my stupid brother says I have to be home after the movie otherwise he’ll drop me off at school in the cop car for a whole week, like ew!” Tatum says.

“Yeah and my dad says he doesn’t want me out late with everything happening, you know.” Sidney says sheepishly.

"Bye Tatum, Bye Sid." You say getting up from your spot to walk both girls to the door. “I’d probably crash here like always,” you laugh, you had decided you would stay for just a bit longer to hang out with the boys. You could’ve went home but what was the point of going back to an empty house.

The boys bid their goodbyes to Sidney and Tatum, giving both girls a hug and a kiss - after all they were their “girlfriends” so had to keep up appearances as loving boyfriends to the pair. But once the door was closed, all bets were off they table and they were free to be who they truly were with you.

Stu is the one to close the door, and you had already walked back to the living room and plopped yourself up onto the couch, sprawling out across it.

“I’m bored now!” You groaned.

"You want some food?" Stu asks from by the doorway with Billy at his side. “I noticed you hadn’t really eaten much -“

"Yeah sure!" You yell back, staring at the tv. The end credits from the thing were still playing but you knew it would be off shortly so you didn’t really care all that much

Billy and Stu headed towards the big kitchen, as Billy looks through the cabinets searching for some form of food that you may want.

"So what are we gonna do about the elephant in the room?" Stu asks quietly, leaning against the counter next to Billy.

“If by elephant you mean finding out that (y/n) is a virgin then yeah, I’m working something out right now in my head.

“Well are we just going to ignore it or go with the original plan."

The original plan had been for them to take her as ghostface forcefully because man was it such a turn on seeing her eyes wide with fear and lower lip quivering as she tried to keep her voice silent.

"No way, this changes everything.” Billy replies pulling out a box of cereal from the pantry.

“It does?” Stu says grabbing a bowl and spoon from the dishwasher.

“Yeah, if anything we’ll make our move tonight and make it special in the process.”

Stu and Billy return to the living room with a bowl of your choice of cereal, and hand it to you. “I couldn’t really find you anything you might want right now,” billy says.

You nod in their direction as a thanks, whiles they were gone you had taken to putting on another horror movie and now you were way too engrossed in the movie to realize that they were now sitting on either side of you.

Trapping you like a fly in a spiders web.

But what you do notice is that Billy lays a hand on your soft thigh. Stu immediately takes notice of how your breath hitches at the unexpected touch and how you suddenly are clenching your thighs together.

Stu looks towards Billy from the corner of his eye and then puts his arm around your shoulders.

Billy takes this as a sign, and slowly creeps his hand up your thigh as you attempt to hide how your breathing picks up and your face grows red from his touch.

He had this effect on you, both boys did and they knew it. Bastards were toying with you now that both girls were gone

Billy’s hand come to a stop, but he is now dangerously close to your clothes vaginal area. He’s so close he can feel the warmth radiating off of it. God he wanted to take you right here and then.

At this point, you aren't paying any attention to the movie, anymore. No you’re far to occupied with your breaths that are coming out in deep pants. When Billy goes to move his hand even closer, your hand rests on top of his, stopping him.

"B-billy?” Your voice is scolding and shaking, this behavior isnt anything new from him.

"What- what are you doing?"

Stu stays cuddled into your side, his own hand - his much larger, longer fingered hand at that moves to your thigh as well.

"What's the matter, sweetheart? Uncomfortable?" Stu teases, and you can’t help but to squirm under their watchful gaze. It’s like they are enjoying how nervous you are right now.

"N-no, it's just that-" You swallow the lump in your throat. "We are watching a movie." You squeak out as he dips his head down to lay opened mouth kisses on your neck.

“No baby girl, you got it all wrong. You’re watching the movie, stu and I are watching you.”

"Yeah princess, you can continue to watch the movie whiles billy and I continue what we’re doing," Stu says it like it's the simplest thing in the world. And you gasp, when he slides his hand underneath your dress, and makes his way into your underwear.

You hadn’t thought much about putting on the shortest white dress you could find in your closet, after all you were going to be hanging out with your friends - minus Randy, he had work tonight and plus it was comfortable and freeing and cute.

You moan embarrassingly loud when stu’s pointer finger swipes across your wet cunt. Stu laughs against your neck, and pulls away to smile wide at Billy.

"Dude she's so wet." He says and watches as Billy is shivering with excitement.

“Oh is she, well I guess I’ll just need to have a look and feel for myself." Before you can even scold them for talking about you like you aren't there. Stu dips his fingers into your underwear once more as well and slides his fingers across your cunt once more. Again you find yourself moaning at his touch, again.

This time Billy joins in and moves to rubbing slow circles around your clit.

It all feels like too much and not enough at the same time. And you're so confused, why are they acting like this? Tonight of all nights too?

"Billy, Stu." You whimper. "Why are you doing this?”

"It's okay, beautiful." Billy starts, as Stu continues to gently rub his finger against your cunt.

"You're ours remember, and as ours we just want t9 touch you and make you feel good."

“Yeah princess, don’t you want us to make you feel good?”

"wha-" You begin to speak, but Stu is quick to shut you up by slipping his long finger into you. Billy pulls his hand away, and you unintentionally whine in protest.

“God your so tight,” Stu practically growls out.

Billy can’t help himself, and without much thought he pulls you up into his lap. He’s now grabbing at your hips and even pulls you down to rub against his confined cock.

“Fuck,” you cry out from the pleasure you were feeling.

"J-jesus." He stutters, the feeling of your warm clothed cunt against his clothed length is heavenly to him. "She's so warm, Stu."

Stu hums in approval, coming up to stand in front of you. His hands slide underneath your white dress, pushing it up and over your tits.

You're basically naked now, sitting on Billy's lap with his cock pressing against your virgin cunt. And you're shaking mostly from arousal but also from confusion and anticipation.

‘It feels so good’ you think to yourself.

"She's shaking like crazy." Billy laughs at you, taking pleasure in the way you are feeling and it’s all their fault.

"I can tell." Stu responds, his hands massaging your tits as he gives them his absolute focus.

One of his hands goes to play your nipple, pinching it harshly. Stiffening it up as you whimper at the feelin, but a few seconds later you’re moaning loudly with Billy's lips wrap around the opposite nipple.

You’re back in bent in a odd way for billy can have access to your tits but it’s not uncomfortable.

Billy sucks on one, grazing it with his sharp teeth, and Stu takes the other inbetween his fingers, pinching and pulling on it. “You have such pretty tits princess.”

“Yeah she does,” billy pulls away to speak before going back at it with sucking on them.

You're so distracted by the pleasure you don't even notice Billy has now found a way to take off his pants and underwear. You gasp loudly when he presses himself against you. God he was so hard and god he was also so fucking big.

"Billy." You pant. "I can't -“

"Why not, sweetheart?" Billy tilts his head at you, and pouts his fingers once more playing with your tits.

He looks at you waiting for an answer that he already knows, asshole just wanted to hear you say it."I'm a virgin." You wince when you say it, expecting him to push you off and tell you to get out, somewhere in your head you’ve always feared their reaction to learning that you were a virgin.

He laughs, and Stu giggles, laying wet kisses across your neck.

Billy pulls you into another kiss, it's open mouthed and down right dirty. It leaves you aching and wanting more. One hand grips the side of your neck, and squeezes and you can feel yourself choking back a moan into his mouth. His other hand is on his cock, gently rubbing the tip against your still clothed clit.

You're rocking your hips, rutting against his dick.

Stu’s no longer on your tits, no now he’s sucking dark hickeys along the sides of your neck that Billy's hand isn't on. Before you can comprehend what’s happening, you feel it.

And that causes you stop all together when he moves his dick to your hole, your panties are still on, blocking him from entering but will it really be enough to stop him?

"You can't.” You’re begging now and Billy think's it's absolutely adorable. Stu laughs, his hand going to your hips to hold you still.

"Shhh, it's okay." Billy attempts to confront you. "Just the tip? please baby."

"But we don't have condoms." You gasp, as he begins to push in.

“No you’re right, but your panties are in the way so it’s alright.”

"I'll pull out after a few minutes,” He promises, but he knows he won't. He's got you exactly where he wants you. He wants to see you round in the belly area with his and Stu’s baby. He wants to feel the swell of your cunt when him and stu return home every day from killing horny teens. He just wants you all to himself, stu too.

So if you think he's going to miss out on the opportunity to cum inside of you? Oh you have another thing coming.

You begin whining even more when he gets the tip in. "It hurts." You murmur, tears welling in your eyes.

"Oh babe. Stu says, mockingly sympathetic as he rubs his thumb across your cheeks feeling the wet substance.

Billy moans at the feeling of your pussy clenching at the intrusion. He groans when he notices the tears falling from your eyes too. “Fuck,” he breathlessly mumbles out.

"Fuck man, she's crying." Stu moans out watching as billy pushes just a little further inside of you.

"Billy!”

Oh now you’re squealing, he's more inside you than just the tip as promised, and you're a little upset that he lied to you but are you truly?

"C'mon baby, just a little more. I won't go any further than that" Billy says, pushing in just a little bit with each word.

Your hands go to stu’s shoulder and you attempt to hide your face in his neck. But Stu grabs your own shoulders and leans you forward to pull you into a heated kiss. Suddenly, Bill grabs your hips and slams them down, pushing all the way into you. You cry out, pulling away from Stu.

"Damn, You're gonna break her," Stu laughs watching the scene with excitement, your panties are still on causing you to feel extra stuffed but they seem to be tearing at the sides now.

"If you could feel how tight she is you'd do the same thing." Billy groans, and you babble to yourself about something they can't seem to understand. He's hitting something so deep inside of you that you that you can't speak properly.

"Awww, look at her." Stu mocks. "She's so cock drunk she can't even speak."

You instinctually start rocking your hips, and Billy pulls out a bit, “Stu take her panties off quickly” he commands and Stu never one to displeasure billy listens, billy once more is shoving back inside of you and this time you moan, really loud at that.

Stu seems entranced, staring at where you and Billy are connected.

"You’re doing so damn well, sweetheart." Billy grunts, pressing into you and then pulling out, just to repeat the action all over again.

“You're so fucking beautiful." You moan at the praise.

There's a tightness in your stomach, and it seems to be getting tighter by the second.

"Look at, you’re so fucking dumb." Stu says, lips next to your ear now, “You thought that if you let Billy and me fuck you raw he wouldn't use the opportunity to cum inside you?" He laughs as if he’s just told them funniest joke, “Look at you now. So cock drunk, our sweet, dumb little whore."

"Huh?" You say, confused. "What?" You moan again, squeezing down on Billy's cock.

"Listen closely princess, Billy boy here is is going to cum inside you, and then i'm going to fuck you, then I'm gonna' cum inside your fucked out cunt. Me and him are just going to keep fucking this cunt until it’s all used up and sloppy from both of our cocks.”

You whine in protest, trying to pull away from Billy but when his dick starts twitching inside you and Stu reaches down and rubs at your clit, gently pinching every now and then before rubbing it again. That tightness in your stomach snaps, and you cry out, clenching around Billy’s dick as you shout out, “I’m cumming!”

You quiver in Billy's lap, waves of pleasure flowing through your body. You can now feel warmth flooding your cunt as he spills inside of you, filling you up with his every being.

You whine again, panting some more as Billy pulls from out of you, his cock softening but still twitching as it rests against your exposed cunt that drips with his cum.

"Yes, you are sweetheart." Stu says watching as you twitched slightly coming down from your high, “But now it’s my turn princess." Stu pulls you from off Billy's lap, slamming you down on the other end of the couch and positioning himself in between your legs.

“Don’t worry princess,” stu says noticing the look of fear in your eyes, “this is going to hurt some” - he says before slamming his way inside your used cunt.

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pixiexdusts-world · 9 months

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Incorrect Quote

Y/n: What's the signal when something goes wrong?

Stu: We yell, 'oh shit.'

Billy: ...That'll work.

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yuniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiie · 3 months

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Yandere Billy and Stu (2/4)

“Dewey!” She cried out

Instinctively Dwight ran over to her. Immediately wrapping arms around the woman’s sobbing form, not letting go as her cries muffled against his jacket, he held her tightly. Shushing her quietly, “Y/n!” Tatum herself arrived right after her older brother, she shoved the male to the side and hugged you tightly. Police barged into the home, on search. “What happened?” Dwight was just as concerned as Tatum, hell from the screaming and crying they could already tell what had happened, not until heads turned around to see Billy.

“Officer-i didn’t do anything!” Billy declared, angrily wriggling against the grip of the officer along with the cuffs. He locked eyes with you it sent shivers down your spine how void of emotion they looked. “Y/n! Tell them-“ The officer had none of it before Billy was shoved into the back of the car. You were frustrated how so suddenly and coincidentally your best friend Sidney’s boyfriend just shows up at the window right after an attacker that didn’t last too long fortunately, Tatum looked you over. “Dwight-please she should stay with us for now!”

Tatum knew better than to leave you alone, no one deserved to grief the death of their friend and have the same person who killed her friend come after her aswell. Y/n dealt with it alone would only toll on the poor girl. Her hair was all messy and a bit matted, She needed a break, a real long break from everything, going back to their house, their mother welcomed you eagerly with open arms to stay over, Tatum had been in the bathroom, While Dwight had been fluffing the pillows as clumsily, he remembered copying Tatum when she made her bed. “You can stay with Tatum.” His words were comforting, you had hoped no one fell victim to the killer anymore afterwards. Tatum arrived back, looking at you. “Billy is such a freak.” She mumbled before she sat on the bed opposite of you. You looked at her from the plush pillow. “Other than..what he did just now,” You started. Tatum nodded, “I don’t trust him even with Sid you know?”

Sidney was your friend ever since you moved to woodsboro, she knew you before the whole ordeal, ever since Billy started dating her Tatum saw the way Billy would look at you. He was weird, but the mention of Sidney tugged your heart strings, you knew she went missing right after Casey. It left only you, Tatum, Dwight. Billy, Randy, and Stu, but you were more comfortable around your friend’s boyfriend than Billy. Stu always made you laugh, he was eccentric but you couldn’t help but feel unease under his gaze-

—

Morning came around as sun shone through the windows of Tatum’s house, the blonde woke up before you. Just as tired before both of you walked to school, she had an arm around you. “Hey Y/n?” You both got interrupted by the sound of Randy’s voice. The Moviestore geek smiled at you. Tatum rolled her eyes. “She doesn’t want to talk.” He frowned a bit before he got to your side. He saw you flash him a small smile, your hand entertwined with his.

Ever since you and Randy got well acquainted you hadn’t admitted the fact you had a crush on the boy, despite everyone really just casting him in a bad light as some psycho geek sometimes, with recent news of Billy being interrogated as of current in the office. It was why Dewey wasn’t here,

“You heard about what happened with that guy?” “Billy?” Randy wasn’t the biggest fan of billy, he continued “It’s like standard horror movie shit- i told you he’s the prime suspect” Tatum gave Randy a side glare, “Did they interrogate you aswell?” She turned to him, it was a light question.

“Why would they ask you if you like to hunt. “‘Cause their bodies were gutted.”

The sound of Stu’s voice startled everyone. But you saw the way his eyes focused on you. He sent Randy a glare that only he would see, “Hey buddy.” He mocked, looking him up and down. Randy just stared blankly, not fazed. He looked back at you, sending you a look only you could see. He didn’t like Stu. “Hey Stu didn’t you used to date Casey?” You spoke up, As you all settled near the fountain. “Yeah for like 2 seconds.” He chortled, “Before she dumped you for Steve” Randy leaned his head in and chimed for a second.

“I thought you dumped her for me?” Tatum asked, Stu nodded and looked at Randy again, “I did he’s full of shit.” Randy retorted, “Maybe you did kill her since she dumped you.”

“Stu was with me,” Tatum shifted closer to Stu, he nodded aswell, sending a sleazy grin to Randy not without glancing at you,

—

Moving to woodsboro was a hectic start back then. But it was a opportunity to have made friends since you had moved there at a young age you had forgotten your own home town of before, but ever since this ghostface fucked around the town. Whoever they were,

“Well everyone has those officer.” Billy declared, the male had been abandoned at the police station for interrogation. To everyone’s dismay as the sheriff checked a call record there was no proof of him ever calling anyone at all. Deep down he was happy in a twisted way. He saw everyone here a potential victim afterwards. He cleared the record. No one would get in between him and Stu and you.

Ever since Stu laid eyes on you, Casey’s friend. Albeit, him and Billy yes, well weren’t expecting it. They’re killers, not people meant to be lovers, but it was a thorough plan both males had been thinking about ever since, no one ever suspected them, if Billy could get his hands on you again..

——

Walking back home to Tatum’s house, she was out for a while, you remembered her telling you she needed to get a few things before she came back. Wandering alone in the house your mind swam with thoughts. You heard the telephone ring,

Anger bubbled into her as she thought about it. Her hands clenching onto the phone pulling it out of the receiver. “You son of a bitch!” The words came out with a flurry of emotions. She couldn’t hold back her hatred for this cruel killer, “Ah ah ah, that’s not how you great a friend, is it?” It sounded more grainy, whoever this was. No one would admit to give it to them the modulator being used for their voice was more to hide the evidence and identity of who they were. “We aren’t friends you ps-psycho!” And it couldn’t helpt but break into tears again, they had killed her friends, they had attacked her, she didn’t have her parents. What more could she do? She had hoped Tatum arrived soon. “Why the tears. Y/N?” They snarled on the phone angrily. “Fuck you!” The phone was shoved back into the receiver. Falling onto the floor breaking into wails.

T”Y/N!” Tatum’s eyes widened, the blonde rushed over to her sobbing friend’s side. She hugged her tightly and felt tears soaking her own shirt, “What’s wrong, Y/N? Was it him again?”

Tatum heard the phone ring again, she couldn’t let this happen, it can’t keep happening. Seeing her friend, who had nothing to do with this, who was innocent, to be toyed with like this, “T-tate-no!” She cried.

“Who the fuck is this? What the hell do you think this is some kind of joke?!”

Static was on the other side, this only got more out of hand by day. “Your protecting your dear little Y/N.”

“Tatum?” They taunted,

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mysadcorner · 8 months

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Can i ask for a billy loomis and a stu macher (seperate) with someone who is famous... like a movie star or a singer?

Billy Loomis x Famous!Reader Headcanons

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• Billy's first reaction to you being famous would be a slight shock, especially if he hadn't heard of you when you met him. He wouldn't make a big deal out of it and would act calm, but on the inside, he's dying to know everything about you and your career.

• In private Billy tries to stay as down to earth as he can, not feeding into the fake friend stereotype famous people are regularly surrounded by. He won’t let you know about the dark side of himself for quite some time, but the sweet side of him is always genuine.

• In public, Billy tries to make the most of the attention. People are finally noticing him due to his connection with you and he no longer feels like an outcast. It's everything he's ever wanted, although the lack of privacy and having to behave constantly would be something that annoys him.

• When all the attention is finally taken away from him, and you may even be too busy to give him much attention due to your busy schedule, then he will be absolutely furious. Not being the most important thing in your life, or at least feeling like he isn't, completely fuels his anger and jealousy which only pushes him towards doing something drastic.

• If his normal life is affected much by the fact that you're famous then he won't come across like it bothers him too much. He obviously can't get away with as much as he usually would due to all of the attention surrounding you, so he'd complain through passive aggressiveness and slight comments that come across as innocent at first rather than having outbursts in front of people.

• Billy would behave in a very supportive and happy way towards your fame, but this isn't because he has good intentions or because they're how he genuinely feels about it. The main reason he's so supportive of you is because he's getting a major benefit from your fame, and he isn't going to ruin that on purpose any time soon. The more he gets out of it the more his behaviour becomes manipulated and fake.

• Billy is pretty good at looking after you after a long day despite all of this, and this in itself is genuine from him. He wants to be happy and look after you, but most of the time he considers himself to be much more important without realising, only looking after you and being especially kind if you've given him every reason to.

• If you ever leave Billy because of your career, or because you just decided to leave him for other reasons, then he will not handle it well at all. Not only are you being ripped away from him but also the money and easy life he's gained by being with you, and he won't put up with that. There will definitely be threats and perhaps violence if you don't comply to what he wants. Stalking is an absolute if you do find a way to leave.

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dreamties · 3 months

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Polyam! Ghostface Comforting GN! Reader About Their SA

A/N- yeah. hiii. it's billy !! im back. again. plz read with caution- there is no mention of the assault itself (it is alluded to many times; there are no intimate details), still. you know yourself best. stay safe lovelies <33

I tried keeping the assaulters identity neutral- but let me know if i messed up and used he/him pronouns at all and i'll edit the post :3

Billy is unable to understand the full scope of your traumas, however, he understands that it runs deep, that if your anything like he is that you feel it in your bones and the ache of your body.

Trauma is so personal and crushing. He wants nothing more than to take that away from you, endlessly lift your spirits, he wants to make you feel whole again. Loves you too much to see you like this.

He can't do that. As much as he and Stu can do, they can't erase what has already happened. He will be there as much as he can, for whatever you need. He has always been devoted to his loves- it increases tenfold when you open up about your assault.

Stu automatically wants to kill the perpetrator, takes Billy aside to tell him all his gruesome thoughts- until Billy stops him. Tells him, roughly, to shut up. You don’t know what you're talking about, man. Our little love needs to make that choice on their own.

Billy talks about it with Stu beforehand obvi. Billy wants to wait for you to ask them about killing your assaulter, while Stu would go to you and ask straight up if you want to be the one to kill them (if you want them dead. He won't understand if you desire to keep them alive tee bee aich, but he'll honor your choice).

Stu just like. He doesn't get it. He doesn't handle it well at first. He's far too brash and laughing- well. Not laughing, he knows enough to realize that would have been a bad move. Though he seems to not know enough as he's all jokes still.

Both boys are so emotionally stunted- Stu has only had to comfort girlfriends before (which, he was admittedly not the best at. He stole apologies and one liners from movies) and the brief vulnerable moments that Billy allows himself to show. C'mon, give him a pass, okay? He's trying :(

Stu's comforts are all hugs and cuddles and gifts- depending how you react to those things, maybe he won't have to branch out too hard. Either way you'll need more than one source or level of comfort- Stu WILL learn new things for you, though.

He has a hard time if you don't want physical touch! He gets all whiny about it and it pisses you off, you have to give him a stern talking to that it's NOT about him and he has no right to act like that. Psssh whatever . . .

(he's really sorry though. He promises)

He buys you so many things, as if that will ever make what happened okay. He hopes you appreciate it though. He'll get all sorts of comfort items, food and stuffies and stuff that he KNOWS you love. He'll buy it in bulk if he has to lol

For learning things, it's hard on all of you, but he and Billy will try their darndest to be emotionally available (just for you, babe!!). Billy is good at listening, Stu needs to get better with it.

Billy just listens to what you have to say, and I think on really emotional nights he opens up about his own trauma. He opens his wounds so you know he genuinely cares and is committed to you. Regardless of anything and everything. Billy will make himself a permanent fixture in your life, always.

(again really not that Stu wouldn't but it's so different y'all)

ALSO NIGHTMARES OHMYGOD

If you have nightmares they'll stay up with you until you're ready to fall asleep (or at least try).

They make it an all-nighter and pretend they were always planning for movie night. If you want to watch something that's not horror? Yeah, that's okay!

Most of Stu's VHS collection is horror lol

Though he does have some buddy comedies and cheesy romcoms. He owns one or two mysteries cause Billy likes them.

Anyways !!! Have your pick darlin' <333 They won't judge or complain

Admittedly they aren't great with panic attacks. Billy gets anxious- what if he makes it WORSE? He'd hate himself for it. Stu is surprisingly good at grounding you though :D

All in all- it's an adjustment for everyone. They're gonna be there for you forever though, okay? Good luck getting rid of them <3

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samcarpentersgirlfriend · 9 months

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ILLICIT AFFAIRS | BILLY LOOMIS X READER 𖤐₊˚.

summary: you know he’s in a relationship. you know that this is wrong. but somehow, you just can’t seem to stay away from billy loomis.

word count: 1.5k

warnings: angst, cheating, billy isn’t a great guy lol, reader is insecure, suggestive content, swearing, fem!reader

a/n: yes this is (admittedly a little loosely) based off of the taylor song… I never claimed I was 100% original!! idk what this is tbh but I haven’t posted in a while so <3

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He’s barely opened the door before his hand grabs yours, pulling you out of the rain and into his warm embrace. He doesn’t even complain about your sodden state, lips crashing into yours as he clumsily backs you against the wall.

“I’m glad you made it, baby.” Billy murmurs in between kisses, voice low with lust. “Fuck, I couldn’t wait any longer. See what you do to me?”

God, it makes it so much easier when he talks to you like that. When he talks like he breathes just for you, like you’d hung the stars and moon. It’s easier to pretend that way.

It doesn’t take long. One moment, your legs are wrapped around Billy’s strong frame and the next, you’re laying beneath him on his bed, sighing as he works on your neck. The marks he leaves are purposeful, and they’ll no doubt be a pain to cover up tomorrow. You tell Billy exactly that, making sure to inject just the right amount of that teasing tone you know drives him crazy into your voice.

“Good,” he says lowly, “Lets people know you’re spoken for. Can’t have anyone touching what’s mine.” He grinds down as if to emphasise his point, hips meeting yours in a way that sends a jolt of electric thrill through your bones.

At least, you think that’s what it’s from; maybe it’s all simply down to his choice of words - mine. He knew what that did to you - what visceral effect it must have on you. Knew how much it meant to you to be wanted and desired and cherished by somebody like Billy Loomis. It was all you’d ever wanted.

Except…

“Except I’m not.” Your voice barely comes out above a whisper. Billy comes to a halt, his lips moving from your collarbone as his brown eyes meet yours. He looks confused and vulnerable in a way that makes you sorry for even bringing it up, but you can’t ignore it. Not now. Not today.

“You are. You know that you are. You mean everything to me, just-"

“Just not as much as Sidney, right?” Her name tastes like ash in your mouth. It always came back to Sidney Prescott - sweet, smart, stunning, Sidney. The girl who barely knew you yet always made an effort to smile at you in the hallway and compliment your outfits. The girl whose boyfriend you were sleeping with behind her back.

From the moment he’d flashed you that charming smirk of his, you knew you were a goner for Billy Loomis. And you’d tried to fight it, you really had. He was bad news, all of your friends thought so, and most importantly, he had a girlfriend. Everybody knew him and Sidney were serious. And you were better than that, sleeping with a taken man.

Except, as it turns out, you weren’t. Not really, anyway. He didn’t even have to try to get you in bed with him, but after the first time, you’d felt so goddamn guilty that you swore it would never happen again.

Your resolve lasted an entire week. Billy was like a drug, alluring in every possible way and so entirely addictive. You couldn’t stay away from him even if you tried. And although the guilt never entirely disappeared, it sure as hell became easier to ignore when Billy whispered sweet nothings into your ear and made you feel like you’d had everything you’d been missing your entire life.

“Sidney?” Billy laughs, a sound almost as beautiful as he is. “Sidney means nothing to me. I’m going to blow her off, and then we can really be together, do it right.”

As awful as it is, the thought of that seems completely compelling. You want to be Billy’s, utterly and solely, more than anything on this earth. Besides, anything would be better than passing him in the hallway and pretending you don’t know every fraction of him so completely intimately. Pretending like he’s not the first and last thing you think of each day. Pretending that you don’t solely wear the single perfume that he complimented once.

So intimately that you know that, at this moment in time, you can’t believe a single word that flows from his mouth - no matter how desperately you want them to be true.

“Billy,” you sigh, turning your head away from his pleading gaze.

“Come on, sweetheart,” he replies rather impatiently. “You know it’s-"

“Complicated,” you finish miserably. “I just don’t get why it has to be!”

“Look, I can’t talk about this right now. Can’t we just…”

He trails off, and his lips catch yours in a passionate kiss. It’s too easy to sink into it, to sit back and just let Billy take the lead and give you just what you want. It’s damn near impossible to pull back, but by some miracle, you manage to do so.

“I’m just saying,” you protest. “If you can’t stand Sidney, if she’s truly as bad as you say she is, why can’t you just end things with her?” The sheer frustration that laces your tone is evident even to you. “I don’t know if I can keep doing this Billy, it’s driving me insane, I-"

“What, so you’re mad at me now?” Billy scoffs, tone completely accusatory. “Because you knew what you were getting into - you’re hardly innocent here, alright! I didn’t trick you into sleeping with me - last I checked, you're perfectly fine with our arrangement when it means you get to be the one under me! So why d’you even care, huh - in fact, why don’t you do us both a favour and keep the fuck out of my business?”

You reel back as if you’ve been slapped. Not because of what was said - you both know the words to be true, however deep down that is - but because of how much they hurt. You knew you were a horrible person, but you hoped that Billy saw you as more than that - you needed him to see you as more than that. And by the way he usually acted in your company when it was just the two of you, you thought that he did. When you were alone, he worshipped you. Fuck, the boy looked at you as if he was completely and utterly in awe of your mere presence. And he’d definitely never snapped at you like this.

It’s one thing hating yourself for what you’re doing, but it’s another having the one person you love so deeply confirm all the ugly parts of your personality that you work so hard to keep hidden from the world.

He can evidently read the hurt written all over your face, and Billy’s once irritated gaze softens. “Shit,” he breathes, and you can’t tell if he genuinely sounds remorseful or if you’re naively hearing what you want to believe.

It’s easier to go with the latter option.

You make a move to stand, but you feel a strong arm pulling you back down onto the bed below. “I’m so sorry,” Billy apologises, pushing a stray hair behind your ear. “I’m being an ass, I know that. I didn’t mean to take it out on you, baby.” With your arm still in his tight grasp, it would be difficult to stand up without outright pushing him away from you. But with each hushed word Billy speaks, you find yourself wanting to stay more and more. After all, he was right. You were already guilty, and your dignity was clearly long gone. What would be the use in leaving? It’s not like you could fall any further from grace.

Your eyes flutter closed as Billy kisses all along your jaw, mumbling apologies under his breath as he does so. “I’ll fix everything, I swear. You’ve just gotta trust me,” he vows before his lips suddenly move beside your ear. His breath is hot as he murmurs, “you do trust me, right doll?” A small, pathetic whimper escapes from the back of your throat, and you find yourself nodding before you even decide to move.

“That’s my girl.” The honey-sweet tone of his voice is enough to make you crumble, and your fingers desperately start to make work of undoing his belt. It doesn’t take long, what with your hands working practically on autopilot. Billy takes the hint, and he eagerly pulls your shirt over your head with ease, strong fingers unclasping your bra once he’s finished.

You’re making a complete fool of yourself, a bitter voice whispers at the edge of your mind. He’s spelled it out for you, and yet you’re still here, letting him undress you like this. How pitiful.

It’s not incorrect. Billy Loomis had undoubtedly made a mess of you. Ruined you. Before all of this - and God, how long ago that seemed now - you were good. You were headstrong and assertive, and you’d never been one to let people walk all over you. That girl was a far cry from the person you were now, and she’d undeniably despise the idiotic fool you’d become.

You wouldn’t exactly blame her, either. You know that when you get home, you won’t even be able to face your own reflection. You never can.

But you also know damn well that when Billy undoubtedly comes running back to you, because he does, every single time without fail, you’ll blindly follow him right back into his arms - and right back into his bed.

It’s awful. You know that, no matter how much parts of you try to pretend otherwise. There’s no sugarcoating it, no justification for your actions that aren’t completely shallow and selfish. You just have to hope that one day, you’ll snap out of it. If Billy doesn’t choose you - accept you fully like the way you accepted him long ago - you like to think that one day, you’ll have the self-respect to leave and tell Sidney the truth. Hope she’d accept your shitty excuse of an apology. But as you lay here in this room right now, back arched and Billy in between your legs, you know that day won’t be any time soon.

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felinecyan · 4 months

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Karma

[Billy Loomis x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: Karma gets the best of people. But so do unwanted memories.

WC: 1409

Category: Angst, Survivor!Hallie (because she deserves sm more love)

Summerween is still a thing, right? 💀 Oh well, here’s a slasher fic anyway…

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Karma always finds a way to make itself known. It is the great equalizer. You would think that a guy like Billy Loomis, a teenage psychopath, would know that better than anyone. He should've known that murdering half the town would come back to haunt him.

He should've known, but he was too far gone in his own narcissism to understand.

But, despite that, It's amazing how quickly a town can forget about a mass murder when a bigger tragedy strikes. In Woodsboro, the recent killings were all but forgotten about by the time of the anniversary of the first murders. People were more excited to talk about the new Stab movie being released rather than the killings that happened just two years prior.

You, on the other hand, would never be able to forget.

You had been friends with Randy Meeks ever since elementary school. Your parents had been good friends, and your mother was a huge horror movie buff, so it was no surprise when the two of you bonded over your shared love of horror.

Your friendship with him was cut short the day he died.

And even though it wasn’t Billy but his mother who had killed your Randy, you still felt Billy’s haunted presence in the school. In your head, you thought that you could sometimes see him walking around, even if it was only for a second. You could swear that you saw him in the corner of your eye or heard his maniacal laugh as you walked past his old locker.

It had gotten to the point where you couldn't focus in class because you were afraid that Billy was going to be lurking outside, waiting to strike. You felt a lot of resentment towards Sidney for surviving—for yourself, while Randy hadn't.

It truly should’ve been you. I mean, you dated Billy for a bit; you should've seen the signs. If anything, you deserved to take Randy’s place for being shitty at reading people.

Well, Randy couldn’t see his best friend was a killer either. So really, he was just as shitty as you were.

After Randy was killed, you didn't go out much anymore. Stu and Randy were everywhere, but you found the worst one was Billy.

You’d see him staring, his eyes burning a hole into your skull. Even when you turned around and he wasn’t there, you still felt him.

The only time you really got out of the house was when Hallie forced both you and Syd to join her at the movies. It was horror, of course, it was, but she truly believed that seeing the movie would get the trauma out of your system and into the fictional world where it belonged.

Sydney, of course, wanted nothing to do with the movie and stayed home.

Which left you with Hallie. You would’ve stayed home, too, if it wasn’t for the convincing words and the promise of ice cream afterward.

Hallie was practically bouncing in her seat, excitedly looking at the trailers before the movie. You sat beside her, trying not to make it too obvious that you were glancing around the room every few seconds.

The theater was pretty much empty, with only a few people scattered throughout. It was a small town, after all, and not many people would want to watch a movie that was now too realistic.

You looked down at the popcorn in your hands that Hallie had forced upon you and sighed. This was a terrible idea.

You didn't notice the person sitting down next to you until they spoke.

"This brings back old memories, doesn’t it?”

You froze. You didn’t need to look to know who was talking. His voice was a voice that you had been hearing in your head for two years now.

Slowly, you turned to face Billy. He was grinning at you, and he looked more alive than ever. Except now, there were blood stains covering him and a nice small bullet hole right in the center of his forehead.

You tried not to focus on it too much.

"Go away." You demanded quietly, afraid to draw any attention to yourself. Hallie was too enamored with the trailers to pay any attention to you, but you didn’t want to risk it.

If you were going to be haunted by a psychopath, it would’ve made better sense for it to be Stu. Annoying people was right up his alley, while Billy would normally just ignore you and do whatever the hell he wanted.

"Why?" Billy asked, his grin growing wider. "It's been a while since we last talked. Hell, Randy, and Stu haven't shut up, so it's a nice change to hear someone else."

"You don't deserve to say his name," you spat out, your hands curling into a fist. Billy looked down at the fist, and his gaze darkened.

"Look at you, trying to be all tough. Sydney must have rubbed off on you a bit. That or you've always had a bit of a temper." He mused, a hand coming up to rest under his chin.

"What do you want from me?" You hissed, trying not to raise your voice. A little side glance from Hallie told you that you weren't doing a very good job.

But she went back to the commercials, waiting impatiently for the movie to start, and Billy laughed. He laughed harder than he had before, his eyes closing as the cackles shook his whole body.

"Want from you? Nothing. I'm just here to enjoy the movie." Billy grinned. You glared, your lips curling back into a snarl.

"No, you're not. You're not real."

He smiled at that. "I’m as real as you want me to be, Princess. Why is it that I’m here and not Randy? I mean, you claim to be his best friend. So you tell me, why isn’t he here and I am?"

You opened your mouth to tell him to fuck off, but you were cut off by the lights dimming, and the intro music started. Hallie let out a whoop, and Billy settled into his seat, turning his attention away from you.

The movie wasn't even that good; the acting was mediocre, and the special effects were even worse. You had no idea why this movie was so popular.

You blamed Randy's previous influence as a horror movie expert.

Hallie seemed to be enjoying herself, and she kept whispering her thoughts about the movie to you. You only half-listened, your attention still focused on Billy. You could feel the ghost of his hand resting on your leg, the coldness seeping through your jeans.

You tried your best to ignore him, but Billy was determined to make sure you didn't.

"God, can't believe how bad this movie is," he complained, shaking his head. "I'm almost embarrassed for these people."

You never felt the urge to throw popcorn more than in that moment.

"Stop it," you said through gritted teeth. "Just leave me alone."

"Why? It's not like you have any actual friends left, so I'm the only company you'll get. Sydney, sure, but psycho analyst over there? She might’ve escaped once, but she's not smart enough to do it again."

Your anger spiked at his words, and you were about to reach over and hit him, but his hand caught your wrist, his grip tight.

"Ah, ah, ah," he tutted. "Remember, we're in public. Can't have you acting out, can we?"

The grip shocked you. Because it wasn’t the ghost-like touch that you had become so accustomed to; no, it was real, solid like a normal human's grip.

You pulled your wrist back and turned to stare at him. You wanted to say something, ask him what the hell was happening, but his smile told you that he already knew.

The grip was his way of reminding you that no matter how much you wanted him gone, he was still there. He wasn't going to disappear.

Billy leaned back and smiled at you, his hand reaching out to touch your cheek.

"Enjoy the rest of your movie,” He whispered, his breath sending a shiver down your spine. “I know I’ll enjoy mine.”

Then, not even a second later, he was gone. You didn’t see him leave, or hear him, or even feel him.

His touch was replaced with a cold breeze, and the only thing that you were left with was a memory and the promise of a sequel.

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