#Stu matcher smut

[roryculkinluvr]

you should 110% make p*rn master lists for scream!!!

𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐏*𝐑𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ੈ✩‧₊˚

➸ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: charlie walker x fem reader, billy loomis x fem reader, stu macher x fem reader, ethan landry x fem reader, chad meeks-martin x fem reader

➸ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: twitter p*rn links, oral (f/m receiving), p in v, unprotected p in v, switch! reader, mutual masturbation, fingering, breeding.

➸ 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: these are videos that remind me of my favourite scream men, i’ll be updating this every so often! the links only work if you’re logged in on twitter!

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐑 ♡

charlie fingers you while you watch a movie

charlie praising you during fluffy morning sex

mutual masturbation with charlie

teasing charlie with your cunt

riding charlie in a skirt

riding charlie part two

playing with charlie’s cock

soft dom charlie worshiping you while he breeds you

𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐒 ♡

dom billy fucking you from behind

billy fucking you while your parents aren’t home

billy eating you out

billy with breeding kink

billy sucking on your tits

letting dom billy use you

needy sub billy eating you out

ruining sub billy’s orgasm

𝐒𝐓𝐔 𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑 ♡

stu slapping your pussy

stu teasing your clit with his tip

bouncing on stu’s cock

bouncing on stu’s cock part two

stu overstimulating you

stu fingering your wet pussy

making sub stu cum in his boxers from dry humping

sub stu sucking your tits

squirting on sub stu’s face

𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐘 ♡

over stimulating sub ethan

ethan eating you out

ethan fingering you while you kiss his neck

ethan fucking you from behind

ethan fucking you from the back part two - this one looks exactly like him it’s insane

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐊𝐒-𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐍 ♡

making out with chad in his dorm

chad with a breeding kink

giving bf! chad head after a party

chad fingering you and playing with your tits

idk this is just very chad to me

[rezitio]

"𝐖𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐆𝐎 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐃 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒" smut

Billy Loomis x reader x Stu Macher

leak: your stepbrother and ex fuck you while making your boyfriend watch

genre: E. non-con/dub-con, mentions of cheats on randy w ex!Billy, step-cest, groping, gunplay, knife threat, both masturbation, fingering, threesome, threats, exhibitionism, forced submission

artist: Billy loomis ft.Stu Macher (shout out from randy)

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You can only hear the sound of your heart pounding. All you can feel is blood pumping through your veins and the longing feeling of someone being behind you. Your legs are moving on their own; you're processing everything with a five-second delay.

You just jumped down 2 flights of stairs, and now you're suddenly in the kitchen, and now you've stopped? No, you bumped into something—no, someone… It's Stu. Thank God! It's Stu! Your arms wrap around your older stepbrother. “Stu! We... we gotta go! I just”—you're gasping for air, trying to repay oxygen debt as fast as you can. To lose it all again.

He reciprocates the touch, his hands on your shoulders. “Shh… it's going to be alright.” He coos, stroking your head like a child. This was no time for his games.

“I'm serious—I saw him!” You cry. It's like you two are fighting now. His grip is strong on you as you try to push him away. He's not taking you seriously; his playfulness is going to kill you both.

Yeah, playfulness—that's it. The way his grip remains unrelenting, sliding down to your waist. The way he keeps you struggling, his crotch grinding your erratic movements, his face of relief and pleasure.

Simultaneously you are groped at your ass and breast. Like instinct and the last rush of adrenaline, you push him away. Well, you attempt to. Your body freezes as you feel a cold blade to your bare back. Your heart pauses as you realize the blade isn't held by a ghostface behind you.

But by your stepbrother. The one who promised you he'd protect you and you won't die or get killed. Slowly you meet his eyes. A psychotic smile plastered on him. “Surprise baby.” He cackled.

Tumbling on your own foot, you break out, rushing for the door, only for a gun to push you back into the room. As the owner of the gun showed his face, you couldn't help but fall to the ground. “What's the matter, [name]? You look like you've seen a ghost,” Billy Loomis, your ex, would tease.

“You're insane.” You curse through a sniffle. “We all go a little mad sometimes,” Billy countered. You barely got another sound out. Your next words faltering. “Fuck me.”

A knowing, mocking look Is exchange between the two of them. Stu's mouth widening in glee and excitement. “Oh, we plan to!” The thought makes all the life in your eyes die. You realize you would much rather die than be their fuck toys.

With a burst of energy, you jolt to an escape. A horribly failed one. Billy catches your arm; the sound of the safety of the gun falling off makes you realize something—you don’t want to fucking die, and you would much rather be their fucktoy.

“Stupid slut, I'll fucking slice your throat and fuck your dead body if you move.” Billy curses through a speaker. That same voice that has been terrorizing your friends comes to haunt you now. The look in Billy’s eyes tells you he will definitely do it, making you settle down. Stu laughs at your submission.

You knew Stu had been going through a lot with himself, but what could have possibly gone so wrong? You don’t even want to address the ‘I can fix him’ mentality you tried for Billy.

Throwing away the speaker to the side and waving the gun at you, he commands. “Strip.” You tried reaching to the last bit of his humanity, staring him dead in the eyes, but there's nothing there. Only coldness and a psychotic demon inside. “NOW!” He shoots, breaking a random glass, triggering you to get rid of your bra and pants.

“Ooh fuck, Billy—look at those tits!” Stu’s hands were already fumbling with his pants, reaching for his cock. Billy’s eyes are dangerously captured by your tits; he’s told you he likes them, how pretty they are. How one day he’s going to ravish them. Could this be the day? “Touch yourself through your panties, baby.” Billy commands, and you listen.

Stu moans loudly as he starts stroking himself at the sight. “Have some fucking self-control, or you’d be on the floor with her!” Billy warns him. The two are now having a standoff for dominance. Which Billy obviously wins. “Good boy. Get him.” A grin creeps on Stu’s face. "Oh, you're gonna love this one! Its a scream baby! I'll be back right back~" He taunts rushing out the room.

Now you're left alone with Billy, who's eyeing you down hungrily as you touch yourself. He grabs you by your roots, bringing you into a locked position against him. He rips off your panties, stuffing them in your mouth like a gag. A cold metal enters you, and you fidget.

“Squirm all you want, bitch; safety’s off. If your thigh pushes my finger to the trigger, that's on you.” He states, like he wasn't saying he could blow your brains out. The cold meeting your warmth created a sensation your toys and fingers could never do. It made your clit sing in pleasure, spreading through your body.

You thought it was embrassing, feeling pleasure from a tool designed to end your life by someone who ended all of your friends in cold blood. You knew nothing of embrassing till Stu walked back in with the only person you still had hope for in this whole ordeal, tapped up, powerless.

Your own boyfriend Randy. Shame across your face. You close your legs shut and lower your gaze. "Awh what the matter?" Billy prompts you. "You don't want him to see how you'd rather get off on a gun than his cock? You don't want him to know that all this time he's been waiting for you to take his virginity you've been killing your innocence night by night on my cock? The dear old ex's cock?"

He takes the gun out and forces your legs open. You can't hear what they're saying. You've blocked them out in shame. All you know is that he's exposing you and humiliating Randy, in their tensious silent fued they've always had. His finger circles your clit, you mute your sounds biting your tongue but it's evident on your face.

Billy makes you face Randy, rather he shows Randy the pleasure written all over your face by just his fingers. Randy turns away humiliated only for Stu to turn his head to face you. "Oh you're gonna watch ALL we do to her" Stu laughs. Oh tonight's going to be a long night.

Trigger warning: E. dear God... multiple orgasms from everyone, clit torture, swollen clit, knife/blade play, cunnilingins, past the point of overstim, blood tasting, male r! oral

Cum on the floor, cum on the gun, cum on your face, cum everywhere. They carried you to Stu’s parents bedroom. They toyed with you, had fun with you, and fucked you like hungry, sex-deprived animals. And the abuse still continues.

Randy's in the corner hidden by shadows. He's conscious, I think, they didn't do anything to him other than cut up his pants to tease his boner.

He's sitting in a puddle of his own cum. Billy says I shouldn't waste my tears on a pathetic fuck whose had multiple orgasms seeing his girlfriend used and abused

Stu’s mouth keeps abusing your clit. His goal, he said, was to make the entirety of it pop out. And with his stamina, he won't stop till he reaches his goal. Not allowing you to cum unless it's on the gun. You have to choose.

Ride the gun with Billy’s finger on the trigger and safety off till you cum, or take Stu’s mouth ‘like a good girl’ and hold it in. Your choice. As for Billy, he’s playing his own little games with you. The tip of the knife slices lightly over your chest as his tongue tickles your already bruised nipples.

He told you he’d ravish them.

Drawing closer to your face, he’d place the tiny blade in his mouth. Don’t let it cut you, don't swallow it, and push it in the other person's mouth. Those were the rules. His lips crash on yours, and he releases the blade into your mouth, but you’ve learned enough by the cuts on your tongue to not let him get the chance.

Your tongue pushes the blade past your lips into his. He smiles. What a fast learner you are. You cut up his cheek and tongue. Spitting the blade out, he kisses you harshly. The blood from his mouth leaking into yours.

At least this time you're not the one bleeding. The kiss hurts your bruised lips, but not as much as you feel the pain in your tied-up wrists and the torment your clit is undergoing. No release, no break. Constant stimulation.

This was past the point of overstimulation. His mouth stopped sucking and started licking the ball of nerves, making you cry out loudly. “Oh, none of that.” Billy shoves his cock in your mouth, gagging you quiet.

His length reached down your throat, and fingers pinched your nose. You didn't squirm or thrash around for air—you begged.

Your hands in his hair, squeezing them, your eyes watering. “You’d let Stu do his job right?” You nodded intensely, releasing your nose, mouth still full. “Breathe through your nose and suck me.” He commands. What could you do other than obey?

Your legs already gave up on you; soon will your hands. Stu had succeeded in swelling your clit. You were on all fours, crawling, knife in your hand. “Come on, baby, I know you hate me. Do it.” Billy taunted as he leaned on the wall in front of you, a distance that seemed too far. “GUT ME,” he used the speaker to taunt you even more, channeling your rage as you moved to pierce him.

From behind, Stu simply blew on your clit, and it made you lose balance and fall flat, knife sliding to Billy. “No…” You choked out, face-planted on the ground; they laughed as you fell. Persistent, you reached your arm out; maybe you could get it back...?

Stu used his dick to stroke your clit, and then, surprising even you yourself, you came on his dick like an explosion, almost like your pussy saying, ‘Fuck off.’ Stu’s face was full of pride, that damn fucking smile, proud of his work.

Billy squats, shoe pushing your face up to face him. “Oh, we are definitely keeping you.”

producer: rezitio© label: scream album: scream smuts

This is what I was talking bout getting into darker content, pls don't go in the comments saying 'but this is just abuse' I've given enough warnings. 🙂

[s9fti3]

TW; Knife play,

You felt a hand, covered in a leather glove, covering your mouth as you cried out. Your back had arched, sending your chest right into the one that belongs to the masked killer above you. You shouldn’t be enjoying this as much as you should, but you are.

A cold feeling had brought you out of your haze, than a small pinch of pain as you look down from where it was. The knife the killer had to your throat only minutes before was now drawing small cuts on your hips as he abused your cunt.

[coke-whore]

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[cherryc1nnam0n]

Okay hear me out!

This but with which Ghostface?

Help!

[knoepfl]

A Present Worth Unwrapping

13/24

Characters:

• Stu Macher – A chaotic and playful individual with a boyish charm and an infectious energy. His manic personality is balanced with moments of genuine affection and vulnerability, making him endearingly unpredictable.

• Reader – A confident and creative partner who knows how to match Stu’s wild energy with thoughtful surprises. Playful and teasing, the Reader enjoys pushing Stu’s buttons in a way that shows their deep understanding of him.

Trigger Warnings:

• Mature Themes – The story contains suggestive elements and playful intimacy, suitable for mature audiences.

• Emotional Vulnerability – Includes moments of tenderness and affection amidst the humor, which may evoke strong emotions.

• Implied Sexual Situations – While not explicit, the story hints at intimacy between Stu and the Reader.

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Words: 871

Stu sprawled on the couch, remote in hand, aimlessly flipping through channels while stuffing his face with popcorn. His laugh echoed occasionally, though it seemed directed more at his own thoughts than at anything on TV. He had the restless energy of someone who couldn’t wait for something—but, as usual, Stu had no idea what that something might be.

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The Macher household was unusually quiet for Christmas Eve. The multicolored lights on the tree blinked lazily, casting reflections onto the cluttered coffee table littered with empty soda cans and a few crumpled remnants of wrapping paper. The house smelled faintly of popcorn and pine, a chaotic mix that somehow suited Stu perfectly.

In the other room, you paced nervously, adjusting the last bit of ribbon. The entire plan had sounded like a great idea when it was in your head, but now, standing there practically naked, with only carefully placed ribbon covering the essentials, you couldn’t help but feel a wave of doubt. Would he laugh? Would he think it was ridiculous?

You shook your head. This was Stu. If anyone would love this wild idea, it was him. Taking a deep breath, you stepped into the living room.

“Babe, what’s taking so long?” Stu called without looking up, his voice carrying that familiar, dramatic whine. “I’m dying over here. You know I suck at waiting for surprises.”

You didn’t respond, standing in the doorway and letting him figure it out for himself. When he finally turned, his eyes drifted lazily toward you—and then widened as his jaw dropped.

For a moment, he didn’t speak. His gaze traveled over you, lingering on the ribbon tied in a playful bow just above your chest and the carefully positioned strips of fabric that barely covered your hips.

“Oh. My. God,” Stu finally choked out, his bowl of popcorn slipping from his hands and clattering to the floor. “Are you—are you serious right now? You’re my Christmas present?”

You grinned, striking a playful pose. “Merry Christmas, Stu. Like what you see?”

“Do I like—?” He cut himself off, laughing in disbelief as he shot to his feet. In one fluid motion, he was in front of you, his long arms wrapping around your waist. His hands hovered for a moment, almost as if he didn’t believe he was allowed to touch.

“Baby, you’re insane,” he said, his voice a mix of awe and delight. His hands finally settled at your hips, his fingers brushing over the ribbon. “This is… this is the best thing I’ve ever seen. You’re, like, the hottest present ever. Ever.”

You laughed, resting your hands on his shoulders. “Only if you’ve been a good boy this year.”

Stu leaned back, his signature smirk spreading across his face. “Oh, I’ve been real good. Ask anyone. Santa’s practically got me on speed dial, babe.”

“Is that so?” you teased, tilting your head. “Then I guess you’ve earned your gift.”

Stu’s grin widened, his energy ramping up as he scooped you into his arms, spinning you around like you weighed nothing. “I love Christmas,” he said, his voice giddy.

When he finally set you down, it was on the couch. He knelt in front of you, his hands running over the edges of the ribbon with a mix of reverence and mischief.

“This is amazing,” he murmured, his eyes meeting yours. “You’re amazing. Like, this is insane, even for me.”

“Takes one to know one,” you shot back, grinning.

Stu laughed, his fingers tracing the bow at your chest. “I can’t believe you did this. For me.” His tone softened slightly, the usual manic edge dulled by something almost tender. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, you know that?”

Your cheeks warmed at his words, but you couldn’t let him get too sentimental—not when he was still Stu Macher.

“Well, I hope you like unwrapping presents,” you teased, leaning closer to whisper in his ear.

Stu’s laugh was pure delight, and he wasted no time pulling at the bow with exaggerated enthusiasm. “Oh, baby, I am so unwrapping this gift right now.”

The next few moments were filled with his infectious laughter and the playful tug of ribbon as he "unwrapped" you. His hands moved with both eagerness and care, his touch surprisingly gentle despite the chaos of the moment.

“You’re so perfect,” he murmured at one point, his voice dipping into a rare, serious tone as he looked at you. His fingers brushed over your skin, his eyes filled with genuine affection. “I don’t know what I did to deserve this.”

“Probably nothing,” you teased, smirking. “But I figured I’d spoil you anyway.”

Stu laughed, pulling you closer until you were practically in his lap. The Christmas lights blinked in the background, casting a warm glow over the two of you.

“You’re the best gift I’ve ever gotten,” he said, leaning in to kiss you. His lips were surprisingly soft, his kiss a mix of passion and playfulness that was so uniquely Stu. “No contest. Merry Christmas to me.”

And as the evening stretched on, Stu made sure to show you just how much he appreciated his gift, his laughter and affection making this Christmas one you’d never forget.

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[beeeeandpuppycat]

Why tf does this slutty alcoholic keep winning.

[whateverloomis]

Kinktober week one: Hate sex (Billy Loomis x AFAB reader) 🎃

Here's the first drabble for the first week of kinktober. This was really fun to write and I'm definitely going to include some of this vibe in future fics. Hope you enjoy babes! 💋🎃

Warnings: Hate sex, jealousy, insults (use of slut,) oral (reader receiving,) rough sex, pinning, hair pulling, scratching, AFAB reader, unedited

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It started with him having a jealousy fit over some guy talking to you. Then, you ended up having arguments the whole week.

You hated how controlling Billy could be especially because you guys weren't even dating. He didn't have the right to be that way with you, however it was also somewhat attractive and it low-key boosted your ego too. That's why tonight you decided to rile him up by telling him about Steve Orth and his grabby hands during science class. How he grabbed your thigh after you pushed his hand away several times. You were angry, turned on and agitated. Both of you were.

"You could've moved to another chair but instead decided to stay there and get touched by someone else like a slut." Billy said, losing his temper slowly.

You rolled your eyes and scoffed in disbelief; "I don't know why you're so mad, we're not even dating," you replied and he lifted an eyebrow.

Billy took a deep breath and let out a sarcastic laugh; "YN, you know we're much more than just friends. You know our relationship is the only one that matters to me and all I get is you letting that asshole grope you in class? Hm? How am I supposed to feel, YN?!"

He lost it.

"Shut the fuck up Billy, you don't own me! I can do whatever I want;" you replied and he walked towards you, grabbing your face with his large hand, his eyes darker than usual.

"I do own you," he answered and you laughed sarcastically. Disbelief evident on your face.

That's why you found yourself with your head pushed against the mattress on all fours as Billy pounded you from behind.

He had eaten you out before like it was the only meal he had that day. Billy bit and sucked on your thighs before practically making out with your pussy, alternating between both actions until you came and had 2 mini orgasms right after as he over stimulated you.

After that he forcefully turned you around and sunk his thick cock inside you, pinning you down.

Billy pulled your hair occasionally and made you look forward before pushing your head against the pillow once again.

"This is what you get after being a slut this week," he exaggerated, his tone aggressive and assertive. It drove you crazy and you hated that you loved it.

All you could do was grab the pillow and whimper pathetically.

That's until you turned you guys around and rode him. You pulled Billy's hair and scratched his chest which made him groan in pleasure.

He occasionally spanked you and other times grabbed your face harshly, making you look right into his dark eyes which were filled with rage. Jealousy.

Billy thrust up into you and hit the most sensitive spot inside you which made you scream and moan pathetically.

"Shut the fuck up," he said harshly before pushing 2 fingers inside your mouth, reaching your throat which made you gag just a little.

You were in pure bliss as Billy fucked the soul out of you.

After a few more thrusts and humiliating words you came all over his cock followed by him filling you up with his seed.

Billy pulled out and moved you to the side, standing up and locking himself in the bathroom, slamming the door loudly. He was still angry and you were left on the bed, leaking between your legs and panting. You knew damn well he wasn't done with you.

[choerypetal]

Their Princess / Billy Loomis x Stu Macher

Summary: Billy and Stu have one motivation for their killing spree: to make you theirs, regardless of whether you realize they are Ghostface. They will stop at nothing to achieve this.

ps; english isn't my first language so i apologize for any grammar errors xoxo

Being close to Sidney meant enduring her gossip, endless talk about boyfriends, and tantrums over the next party at Tatum's house. Now, with a serial killer on the loose and a mandatory curfew in place, you had to deal with Stu constantly trailing you. Clutching your books to your chest, you tried to focus elsewhere, only to bump into the talk of the town—Billy himself.

"Y/N..." His voice sang in your ear, just enough for Stu to rush to your side, his silhouette eclipsing your own. He leaned in close, nestling into the crook of your neck. You were fortunate that neither Tatum nor Sidney was there to witness it—unless their initial motive was evident from the first glance they shared. A glance of deceit, perhaps, when Stu’s pouty lips appeared as Billy spelled out your name, letter by letter. "Coming to this weekend’s party?" Billy asked, raising his brows while barely breaking his gaze. Stu’s sly fingers brushed your shoulder, tempting you not to react, especially under Billy’s intense stare.

You were taken aback by the question. Yes, Tatum had invited you—practically begged you to come because one of Randy’s friends would be there, and she wanted to set you up with him. Naturally, this information made its way back to Billy, thanks to Stu, who had overheard the entire conversation. His clingy hands were all over Tatum’s, trying to resist thinking about you the whole time.

"That would be great for Y/N, don't you think?" Her innocent question nearly made Stu choke on his drink that night. It was clear, the plan was to make you the grand finale. Not you with someone else. Someone who couldn’t satisfy their girl. Tatum smacked Stu’s chest, startled by his reaction, and nodded innocently with a chuckle. "Right, right," he said, obviously annoyed. "It sure would be great for Y/N." 

“Yes,” you said, your voice as soft as he expected. His lips curved into a smirk, and he bit his bottom lip, resisting the urge to devour you on sight, especially with the new skirt you had bought– thanks to Tatum. “Loving the new skirt,” he whispered, making you blush. Stu eagerly agreed. “Maybe our girl should wear that skirt this weekend,” he purred from behind you, his breath almost touching your skin. Billy quickly snapped Stu out of it with a sharp tap on the back of his neck. “What did we say about public intimacy?” Billy’s voice was almost a threat. 

Stu gulped silently. "Right," he said, smirking in perfect sync with Billy. Billy nodded, his gaze fixed on you, the main topic of this weekend's party conversation. "So," he paused, his eyes scrutinizing you in a way that made you shift uncomfortably—it was the same intense look he gave Sidney. Which you weren’t. "You'll be there?" You had almost forgotten the main question and quickly nodded, feeling vulnerable. Your swift response made him chuckle, clearly enjoying how small you felt between them. “Yes..”

Billy huffed in silence, ready to leave. Stu slid his fingers around your waist. "See you this weekend, princess," he said. Billy, anxious to avoid suspicion, muttered something under his breath, careful not to make any devious stares around the school. Despite hating the idea, he couldn't help but steal glances over his shoulder as he walked away, thoughts of you on top of him driving him nearly crazy. Unlike Stu, though, he had some boundaries when it came to sharing. 

The week flew by faster than you had expected. With the curfew in place, days ended earlier than usual, with bedtime set at 10 p.m. School was canceled until the suspect was caught, leaving you eager for some fresh air and the chance to join the Tatum’s party. The boys, especially Billy, were particularly impatient for your arrival. Particularly him, struggling to keep himself sane through the night, especially with Sidney wrapped around his finger. And you with another guy. 

"Jeez, man, if you keep pacing like this, our plan won't work. You look way too obvious right now," Stu's voice echoed in Billy's mind as he moved to the living room, leaving Sidney waiting in the bedroom. Mistake number one was to be as inconspicuous as possible around everyone. Kill, then execute plans A and B, and finally claim you as theirs. Easy, right? Billy thought to himself. But then your name was called out, and Randy’s arm was a little too close for his liking. He reconsidered. "Randy won't always have her around. Soon enough, she'll come begging for her hero’s to save her," Stu had said, and Billy appreciated the comment. After all, why would you be with a complete nerd?

He nods silently, feeling his friend’s hand squeezing his shoulder. “Deal with Sid. I’ll deal with her. Treat her like the princess she is.” And he wasn’t entirely wrong, focusing all his attention on you. While he noticed Randy welcoming you with open arms and the others happily handing you a bottle of beer. Tatum back at the garage to grab some extra beers. Billy couldn’t help but steal glances in your direction before finally trying to distract himself. He immediately needed a distraction, one with Tatum, then moved on to Sidney. “Just don’t scare her yet, okay?” Even though he was the mastermind of his own plan, he didn’t want Stu—or you—to mess things up. And he definitely didn’t want you to know they were the Ghostface. 

In a way, you kind of messed up their whole plan. Stu was doing everything he could to keep Tatum distracted and maintain Sidney’s obliviousness, as planned. Until you were completely out of his sight. Right after Randy had told you to go check up on Tatum. ‘The beers won’t be coming on their own’, he had said to you with a cocky grin. It wasn’t until you arrived at the garage yourself, hearing some muffled sounds, that you couldn’t help but smirk. With a party full of alcohol, girls, and boys, you didn’t think much of it. That is, until you heard the door swing open and came face to face with Mr. Ghostface, himself.

Billy's knife almost slipped from his hands as he saw you this close to him. Stu had just enough time to catch you, blinking twice to make sure he wasn't imagining things—Billy, and you. You, on the other hand, had a look on your face they both expected to see. "Y/N—" Stu’s voice was cut off by Billy’s stare from beneath his mask. You stood still, but the second you heard Stu’s voice, you wanted to run to him, hoping he would save you from this killer everyone was talking about. But then Billy’s grip tightened, catching you right into his trap.

“No, no, no…” Stu purrs, his sickening chuckle filling the air as he approaches you. Now in the middle, Billy had no pleasure of covering for himself. Because he knew you’d be on their side, meaning you’d do anything possible to avoid getting caught. Starting off with a proposition. “The game, only just started love,” Billy’s voice, unmistakably familiar, came from beneath his mask as he spoke and gently removed it. His face was covered in sweat, his eyes darkening as he glanced down at you. With a slight chuckle, he said, “Love the skirt,” as the knife gently touched the fabric. You could feel Stu’s breath on the crook of your neck. Just like at school, but now away from prying eyes.

You managed to exhale a few whimpers as Stu’s tongue traveled down your neck. Billy watched for a moment, sensing you had something on your mind. “Go on, spill it,” he demanded, his voice hoarse and threatening. Your muscles tensed as he gently pinned you against the wall. “Tatum—” you began, but Billy’s fingers traced down your waist and then touched your bottom lip. The tension between Stu’s pants and your skirt was unmistakable, the obvious bulge appearing beneath his pants. The friction among the three of you was undeniable. Your cheeks flushed with a shade of pink, which only made Billy enjoy it more. “I think she’s enjoying it,” Billy remarked, clearly trying to change the subject. Stu agreed, purring, “Oh, she does.” 

"Boys, boys..." Your voice sounded so vulnerable to their ears that it took them by surprise. Initially, they thought you were afraid of discovering their true identities as Ghostface. However, as you spoke, it became clear that you didn't mind at all. In fact, you might have found Billy in the costume, with a slight droplet of blood on his cheek, somewhat attractive. Stu couldn't help but comment, "Princess doesn't seem to mind?" His remark, tinged with a mix of offense and confession, revealed his surprise at your attraction. Billy's eyes widened slightly, reflecting both shock and amusement as he watched you eyeing him up and down. "Oh, I bet she doesn't, does she?" 

You hummed quietly, drawing chuckles from both men. Billy's knife glided gently down your body, stopping at your skirt to reveal a hint of your red underwear. "Loving the red on you," he remarked with his trademark smirk. Stu, unable to resist, let his fingers travel under your skirt to grip your rear. "How about we treat our princess the way she deserves?" he suggested, his tongue now exploring the crook of your neck, nuzzling and licking every inch until your soft whimpers filled the room. The sounds of your pleasure spurred them on, making them crave more. "Stu..." you murmured his name, and Billy, watching with slight hesitation, hushed you with a gentle touch to your bottom lip before leaning in to kiss you hungrily. 

"What?" Stu's obvious teasing wasn't enough. Billy soon caught your lips in a kiss, one he didn't want to end. He wanted more, more than just your lips, resisting was difficult, especially after seeing you with another boy at the party. "More..." you whispered through the kiss, and Billy, catching only a fragment of your plea, paused midway, leaving you breathless and wanting. Your face was flushed with lust, your eyes begging for more. Before you could voice your protest, Billy scooped you into his arms, gripping your arse, his fingers digging into your flesh. Stu's chuckle echoed as he followed you both to the nearest bedroom.

"What?" Stu's obvious teasing wasn’t enough to satisfy him. Billy soon caught your lips in a kiss, one he didn’t want to end. He wanted more—more than just your lips. Resisting was difficult, especially after seeing you with another boy at the party. "More..." you whispered through the kiss. Billy, catching only a fragment of your plea, paused midway, leaving you breathless and wanting. Your face was flushed with lust, your eyes begging for more. Before you could voice your protest, Billy scooped you into his arms, gripping your rear with his fingers digging into your flesh. Stu's chuckle echoed as he followed you both to the nearest bedroom.

Billy’s fingers then traveled around your inner thighs, his thumb gently brushing on your clit. Which he couldn’t stop admire. “Look how tiny it is,” he pouts with a mockery, licking his bottom lip with the resisting urge not to devour you on the spot, which he does completely the contrary. Leaning in to eat you out, his fingers now gripping on your arse, as you moans his name out. His lips curving into a smirk the you felt his tongue gently brushing your clit. “I think she likes it, Billy…” 

Stu's voice echoed in your mind as he settled beside you, his large fingers trailing down your body. He leaned in, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck, his tongue tracing your skin, coaxing more moans from you. "Come on, doll. Don't be afraid... Tell me. Tell me how you like it."

"I like it..." you paused momentarily, caught up by another whimper, your back arching as Billy's tongue thrust inside your vagina. "I like it a lot!" you then exclaimed in a high-pitched voice just before Stu leaned in, cupped your chin, and kissed you hungrily.

Billy growled with a pout, “Randy will have to find someone else,” he said, his eyes filled with hunger. His thumb brushed your clit while his tongue devoured you completely. Your eyes watered, pleading for more.

"You belong to us, princess," Stu said, savoring the sight of your now-exposed breasts. He couldn't resist caressing them, pinching your nipples to hear your cute moans. Billy nodded in agreement, both of them murmuring, 

"Our princess."

[moonlight1030]

[ahsxual]

What Are They Like In Bed?

Pairing: Matthew Lillard Characters x Reader

Characters: William Afton, Stu Macher, Stevo Levy, Tim Laflour & Doug Van Housen

Warnings: +18 content, minors DNI, rough sex, mentions of torture and unhealthy relationships

William Afton

William is a very rough and possessive lover in bed. His main goal is to make you cum by overstimulating and edging you over and over again. He would love to "torture" you just to hear you beg for mercy for him to stop, only to laugh at your face afterwards. He will degrade you and make you feel like a personal sex doll for his own pleasure

He isn't loud in bed, apart from a few low grunts when he's cumming, especially when it's inside you (his favorite place to cum)

His favorite position is missionary, so he can watch your face while he fucks you, and doggy style, where he can watch your pretty ass bounce with every thrust and have full control of your body as he presses your head down

He will be sweet and nice to you in public so that you feel attached to him, just to act cold between four walls. You never know which side of him you'll get, so it's always a new experience and a rush of adrenaline whenever the two of you are about to fuck

He won't mind hurting you by talking to other women his age. In fact, he will feel great that you're jealous because of him and because he can "control" your feelings. But do not, and I repeat, DO NOT do the same to him. He'll make you regret it and you'll be covered in bruises the next day if not worse lol

That being said, William is extremely possessive of you, even if he doesn't admit it because you must know that you're only his

If you're in an official relationship with him, he'll take more care of you and be more attentive to your needs, so he'll be able to make love to you if you ask beg him to. But don't forget his "true persona" and his evil nature, so his "sweet version" won't last forever

Stu Macher

Stu is a sweeter lover in bed, if you're his girlfriend. If you're not, he'll be the horniest guy you've ever met and will fuck you just to get off, so he'll be pretty annoying just to get in your pants.

He's always in the mood for it, so you better be prepared to deal with a super clingy and touchy Stu all day. He won't even mind where you guys are, he just wants to kiss and be inside you.

His favorite position is the one where he can put your legs around his shoulders to fuck you deeper while looking into your eyes, since he knows his dick is huge and it can reach places you never knew about yourself it'll hurt a bit, just so you know

His pace is pretty fast, but he isn't too rough, unless you ask for it. If you guys are dating or having a deep level of intimacy, he'll tell you about his darkest kinks in hope you'll accept them and want to experiment them as well.

Such as knife kink, chasing kink, pain kink (both sides), dacryphilia, predator/prey dynamic kink, and much more.

He'll want you to have sex with Billy too eventually, with Stu still present obviously, just to prove to Billy what a good girl you are and how lucky he is to have you for himself also to have an excuse to be more intimate with Billy lmao

BUT, if you ever find out about his double life and even then you stayed loyal and accepted him, or even want to join them, Stu will kill and die for you without blinking an eye, if necessary. He'll do anything for you and your sex will be even more... thrilling

Stevo Levy

We all know that Stevo is all about rebellion, drugs and sex. Those are the three things he needs in his life to feel alive and give life some meaning.

Stevo is actually a great lover as long as you guys keep your relationship unofficial and stay faithful to each other!! From his countless experiences, he's great in bed, always making you feel sexy and valued by kissing and worshipping every part of your body.

He'll fuck you anywhere, whether it's at parties, at a friend's house, in a hidden spot in the middle of the street that he's found, literally anywhere. And he won't give two fucks if you guys get caught, and will fight whoever makes you feel uncomfortable or makes nasty comments about you.

His kisses are sloppy and wet, especially when he's high or drunk, so by the end of the night you'll be covered in his spit. In the beginning, his sex is primal and he will fuck you like he needs it to stay alive, which means there'll be sweat, hickeys and your sore pussy in the next morning.

You'll also notice a change in your sexual encounters the moment he falls in love with you: he'll be more sweet, his pace will be more slow and sensual, and your pleasure will always come first rather than his, even if it means he doesn't get to come. He wouldn't tell you that he's falling for you, but you would find out when Bob and Mike told you he had been acting weird lately and by the fact that he had beaten the shit out of a guy who was flirting with you at a party.

Also, he's a switch in bed, if you tease him enough ;)

Tim Laflour

Sex with Tim is a very polemical topic, as we all know. Ever since he began to commit to his pledge, it was a bit challenging to convince him to make sex with you... but only at the beginning.

You're too irresistible for him to reject his sexual needs, so after one month of dating, he begged you on his knees to just taste and eat you out he literally cried. There's no penetration , so it doesn't count as actual sex, right?

After that "incident", you began to tease him more to get what you wanted. To be intimate with your boyfriend, there's nothing wrong with that. And believe me when I tell you it worked perfectly.

Tim is probably the most attentive, caring and loving partner you'll ever have in bed and in general. He can't be extremely rough or mean with you, it's all just pure love and tenderness with him. He would probably die from sadness and regret if he ever hurt you.

Before you started dating him, he was more dominant and wanted to prove to you that he was good in bed. Now that you've been dating for months, he's mostly a sub in the bedroom, loving the way you dominate him and make him beg for release.

But don't get me wrong, because in moments when he's feeling desperate, he won't let you have your way and will actually fuck you instead of making sweet, sensual love. He will apologize afterwards if he was too rough and the aftercare will be perfect.

This big boy loves quickies, especially if you're both stoned or drunk at your closest friend's house. On those occasions, his pace is very fast, as if he was losing his virginity to a goddess and couldn't control his sexual desires, and he grabs you as if you might run away from him. In the end, you always laugh at how cute, desperate, and clingy he was with you.

LISTEN, this boy right here has a hockey player/cheerleader role-play kink. He goes crazy when you dress up as a semi-naked cheerleader and ride him, telling him how such a good boy he was and that he deserved a reward for winning the game. BUT, if his team loses, you've discovered one thing that turns his sadness into excitement... and that being said, Tim never leaves a game upset anymore, regardless of the result, because he knows that has soon as you get home, you're going to peg him until he begs you to let him come. YES, he's definitely into pegging.

The fact that he has a piercing on his penis and probably on his nipples too, it can add extra fun in sex, since he is very sensitive on those specific spots. Whenever you play with his piercings, expect him to cum within a few minutes. He's also the loudest in the bedroom ;))

Doug Van Housen

Lord have mercy on you if you want to have sex with Doug Van Housen. He's the definition of destruction in sex, and if you're into pain and hard BDSM, then he's the right lover for you.

If you're not officially dating and it's just sex between you two, prepare to be constantly bruised and sore. He will use you as his sex doll, only for his pleasure and won't care much if he hurts you.

He gets turned on by your cries, your pain, your vulnerability, devotion and loyalty towards him, the way you give him the power to control and abuse you. But even then, you won't be able to see his softer side ever if he doesn't have real feelings for you.

If he does have feelings for you somehow, things will be a bit... different. He will be a bit more affectionate (not too much, just kisses and possessive side hugs) and focus more on your pleasure.

He won't stop fucking you until he made you cum several times and you don't have energy to simply get up. He enjoys the exhaustion he causes you, edging you first countless times, which means he did a great job in pleasuring you.

He'll want to mark and carve his initials on your soft skin, just so you know who you belong to and never forget it... as if you would ever forget, but "just in case your silly pussy decides to misbehave its master", he would say.

He's probably the kinkiest and most perverse of them all, and the one with the darkest fantasies too. He sees you only as his property, and won't hesitate to torture anyone who tries to take you away from him. But no one smart enough will challenge him if they have the will to live.

[webbluvrsugar]

PRETTY, LITTLE, DOVE.

BILLY LOOMIS - KINKTOBER 24 — OCT.10TH — M.LIST.

cw: cnc, stepcest, manipulation

For the past days, Billy has been watching you, he takes care of you like a good stepbrother, he drives you where you want to go to, he picks you up, he makes sure you aren’t taking any drugs or drinking too much at those parties you go — and he also, frequently checks your phone juuust to be sure you’re not putting yourself in any danger. Either way, he is a good stepbrother, even if with his frequent anger issues.

You’re quiet and meek, there’s nothing about you that could make him hate you, he likes hanging out with you, and really he would’ve already told Sidney to piss off if it wasn’t for his whole ‘ghostface’ plan thing, doesn’t matter now, what matters is that you’ve hidden from him that you have a date tonight. He doesn’t mind you have a date — okay he does, like, who’s going to take you there? Who’s going to pick you up? Who knows the bastard is a good guy? He knows you’re pure, what if he’s one of those guys that who fucks on the first date? Billy is one of those guys, he knows how it’s works.

But more importantly, why haven’t you told him about it — he checks your phone, dummy, he would find out soon enough.

You’re getting ready in your room, brushing your hair and humming a song with a brief smile on your face. Billy slowly walks in, leans on the door frame.

“So.. got a date tonight?” He goes straight to the point, you frown, confused.

“H — How do you know?” You pause your movements, placing your hairbrush on the vanity table.

“Little birdie told me.” He takes a step closer, slips your phone into his pocket without you seeing it. “Does matter tho, what you do need to be, is careful.” He steps closer.

“Careful?” You repeat, he likes that look in your eyes when you’re confused.

“You know how guys are… it’s your first date, ain’t it, cherry?” He questions, you nod, frozen in place, he takes the opportunity to close the door behind him, his fingers flicking on the handle until you hear the door lock. “Don’t worry, I’m not mad, I just… as a good brother, I need to make sure you’re prepared.”

He closes the distance in on you, his hand pushes your hair behind your ear, his hand goes down to your chin, his thumb rubs on your soft skin.

“I just gotta teach you a few things before you go.” His face leans down into yours, you can feel his breathing on your face. “You understand that, don’t you?” He raises one eyebrow.

“Y — Yeah…” you’re hesitant, that’s fine, you’ll relax soon.

He hums, leans even further down until his lips meet your ear, a simple question coming out in a whisper: “Have you ever touched yourself?” You hesitate to answer. “Be honest.”

“No.” You look down, he forces your gaze back up.

“Oh?” He smirks, slowly guides you down into the bed, his hand goes down your body, he asks for permission with his eyes before his hands slide underneath your skirt. “Never even tried to?” You deny again by shaking your head, his smirks widens, his hand moves to your clothed clit, he slowly starts to rub your pearl in slow circles, you whimper, slightly tense against the sheets.

“Relax, you’ve got too much to learn still.”

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𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐇, 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓⠀⠀⠀→⠀⠀⠀𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘:⠀A killer breaks into your room, except he doesn't kill you. Well, that's one of the pros of being his girlfriend, even if you don't know that behind the mask is your boyfriend.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒):⠀Porn with plot, horror, non-con, dub-con, mention of murder, threat, poor smut.

𝐀/𝐍: Part two.

Paradise. That's where he was, watching you tremble beneath him, crawling across the carpet in escape-no, in denial that you wouldn't be able to flee. His heart was pounding just as much as yours, that he could swear. Except his was beating out of pure excitement, while yours, certainly, was not for anything positive.

"Oh, princess..." He chuckled, watching your back finally press against the wall, leaving you nowhere to go. He crouched down, the tip of the knife tickling your cheek. He didn't plan to hurt you-not yet-but the threat still loomed.

It hadn't even been five minutes since he broke into your room, and you were already making him hard. He licked his lips, almost savoring your panic, and it was definitely a delight. Yes, he loved the pleasure of killing people, but seeing his little girlfriend scared? That was something else.

Unconsciously, lost in thought, he was caressing your lips with his thumb. You recoiled, almost feeling disgusted by his touch, which might have offended him a bit since that snapped him out of his daydream. It was a little habit he had with you, except from your perspective, it was a killer in front of you, not your lover, so your reaction was more than understandable.

The knife still against your skin, but with no pressure. "Kill me... what's wrong with you? Stop playing with me and just do what you came here to do already," you said.

He tilted his head to the side, an expression of disappointment hidden beneath the mask. He thought it was obvious he wasn't going to kill you. "Stop touching me!" you snarled. "I have a damn boyfriend."

Naïve of you to think that saying that would stop a killer. Though he did find your loyalty adorable, even in a situation like that.

You thought you were successfully distracting him long enough to call your boyfriend, since hiding your phone behind your back was easy with his contact on speed dial.

"Nuh uh," he said. "Not that, princess." He snatched the phone from your hands. Ghostface froze, the shock you displayed gave him an extra dose of dopamine. His eyes shifted from your hypnotizing look of horror to the screen. Not that he needed to read the contact to know who you were trying to call.

His own phone vibrating in his pocket made everything clear. He had a hard time holding back laughter when he realized he was receiving the call.

"He's not going to answer you, sweet thing." His voice came out taunting even with the voice modulator.

Your hand reached for his mask. If you were strong enough-which you certainly weren't-you could have easily torn it off. Noticing your fingers gripping the black fabric, Ghostface grabbed your wrist.

"He's stronger than you." Your voice came out in a near-tense whisper. "My boyfriend. Even if you kill me. He'll find you. He's smart and strong."

"Oh, is he going to kill me, princess?" Ghostface released your wrist and used his hand to squeeze your face, your lips forming a pout, and it took everything in you not to rip off his mask and kiss him. However, that feeling quickly faded when you kicked him between the legs.

Ghostface screamed in pain, his voice modifier barely able to mask his tone with how loud it was. It was your chance to escape, if it weren't for his free hand—the other one was comforting himself where he'd been hit—grabbing your ankle and causing you to fall hard. "You...!"

You struggled, but he easily pinned you to the ground, stomach down. For God's sake, he almost lost his mind; lucky for you, he wasn’t in the mood to stay single that night.

Even though it wasn't in his pre-defined plans—or even in his current ones—to kill you, he wasn’t going to let it slide. Yes, you were his girlfriend. Yes, you were terrified, and it was justifiable. And yes, he loved you. But every action has its consequence.

His gloved hand left his crotch and tangled in your hair, his fingers gripping tightly to stop any further rebellion from you. Not that there was much chance of that, given that his heavy body was pressing you firmly against the ground; now, there was no way out.

"Damn it, I was going to play nice, but you just had to pull something like that." The killer gave your hair a sharp tug, and then a small yelp escaped your lips as you received a smack on the butt. And hell, you didn’t know whether it was his strength or the leather glove, but one of them—or maybe both—made that cursed slap hurt.

You didn’t even know where his knife had gone with how fast things were happening, but from your point of view, it wouldn’t be long before he drove it into your stomach.

You felt his weight lift off your body, but there wasn’t much time to think about it, as Ghostface was already dragging you by the hair to the bed, where he sat down. He forced you to kneel, still holding onto your hair. For a moment, his fingers relaxed imperceptibly as you gazed at the empty black eyes of that mask with your adorable, tear-streaked face staring back at him.

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[roadkillremi]

Catch Me.

Billy Loomis X F!Reader X Stu Macher

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Warnings : MINORS DNI,( the following is all consented ) degrading, tying up, chasing around with a knife, chasing through woods, language, exposing the readers chest, a small grinding moment

Summary : Billy and Stu love to play their little games on Reader. This time it's a game of cat and mouse in the woods. But what happens when she makes it past the woods?

Billy reflected his sick games onto you all the time. He would pick out clothes for you to wear. They would be the most feminine and dainty things. This time it was a white night gown that went to your ankles. Billy smiled at you, "So pretty.". You looked up at him, "Billy I wanna go to bed.". He looked at you, "and leave me alone?". You darted your eyes around the room.

"No- I'm just tired." You whined. Billy shook his head, "You should have thought of that earlier. Before you called me all needy and shit.". You looked down ashamed of yourself, Billy grabbed your chin.

"It's okay, baby. Let's play a game, hm?". You looked up at him, "Billy I'm bad at games." You whispered.

"Shh, not at this one. Now let's play one of your favorites when we were kids.". Your eyes widen and you shook your head.

"Yes. Let's play cat and mouse in the woods." He grabbed your wrist taking you outside. You breathed heavily, you were sure it was another psychotic break from his mother leaving. He walked to the border of the woods.

"You run. I count to 15.".

"What about Stu?-" you whispered. Billy looked into the woods, "You know what happens when I catch you. So Run.".

"Billy. I'm scared." You said softly. He looked over at you, "Do you know what to say when you're uncomfortable?". You nodded, "What is it? What's the word?". You swallowed, "Parrot." Billy nodded, "Now run." He demanded. You took off wincing at the pain of your bare feet hitting the sticks. You glanced behind you, nothing yet. You stumbled down a hill tripping onto your knees. You hissed in pain, you heard Billy's boots against the leaves. You stood up quickly trying to find a hiding spot. You darted around finding two big rocks to hide between. You hated to admit it, but you loved running from Billy. He knew it and that's why he did this to you. You heard a low whistle and foot step. You looked down at the ground trying to steady your breath. Billy squatted by one opening of the rocks.

"Found you."

You crawled out the other end and ran off. You knew if you ran far enough you'd make it to Stus house. And you'd win.

His heavy steps were close behind you. The cold air stung your lungs. You pumped your arms faster as you saw Stus house in the distance. You felt relief in you and tried to run faster in the field of overgrown grass. Billy's footsteps grew faster and louder, you stumbled upon the porch. You banged on the door, "Stu! Stu! Open up!". Stu opened the door and you ran in and slammed the door shut. Stu looked at you a bit surprised.

"What's wrong?" He asked. He held you close to his lanky body.

"Someone's chasing me!" You panted, a knock on the door echoed. You shook your head, "Don't answer it, Stu.". Yes I backed up from him as Stu opened the door with a soft chuckle. Billy walked in and looked at you.

"This is the farthest she's made it..." Stu said with a wide smile. Billy nodded, "It is. She usually trips so God damn much.". You backed up into the couch causing you to fall. Billy and Stu walked into the living room looking down at you. Billy squatted, "What now, Bunny?".

"I-I won!" You fussed. Billy smiled and gently grabbed your chin.

"So naive. So dumb. So Pretty. That's why you're our final girl." He said grinning. Stu sat you up right, "Look at your dress it's all dirty.". You looked at Billy, "He made me wear it.". Stu put his finger on his chin, "Better take it off so I can wash it.". You shook your head, "No.". Billy stared at you, he leaned into your ear.

"Are you still wanting to play?"

You nodded, he backed away before standing up.

"Stu take her upstairs." He demanded. Stu grabbed at your hips, you pushed him away getting up. Stu took out his pocket hunting knife flicking the blade up. Billy gave Stu a small nod, you ran up the stairs. Stu laughed running after you, "Come on! Don't be scared, baby!". You ran around the hallways before locking yourself in a bathroom. Stu banged on the door, "Let me in!". You stayed silent, "I know you're in there.". The doorknob jiggled aggressively before it went silent. You stayed there waiting for a sign of him. You slowly creaked the door open looking down the hall. You stepped out silently walking, Billy pushed you against the wall.

"Get off!" You fussed. Billy smiled, "Got her.". Stu huffed, "I wanted to catch her.". Billy glared at him, "Then handle the brat.". He threw you towards him, Stu grabbed your wrists and pulled you into his room.

"You're okay with this?" Stu asked softly. You nodded, "Yes, Stu.". He smiled pushing you onto the bed, Billy walked in holding rope.

"Let's see if she wants to be a rope bunny for us.". Billy grabbed your ankles. You kicked at him trying to fight it off. He smacked your leg leaving a red sting. He tied your ankles together tightly. You kept fighting against Stu as he tried to grab your wrists. He put his knife up to your neck, you stopped fighting him. You stared up at him instead, Stu smiled and grabbed your wrists tying them together.

"What now?" You ask softly. Billy tilted his head to the side, "We hurt you." He smiled. Your eyes widen, he chuckled "Don't worry.". He grabbed Stus knife dragging it down your nightgown.

"It won't last long.".

Stu stood above you staring down at you. He grabbed your face smooshing your cheeks.

"Don't worry, sweetie. Its the stuff you like.". He let go of your face and back away with a wide smile. Billy pushed your ankles up revealing your underwear to the two men.

"Seems like she's enjoying it." He smiled. He put his knee onto your clothed cunt. He pushed it down watching you whine beneath him.

"Poor little whore. So needy for us." Billy whispered. Stu watched intensely, "Should've thought twice before calling us. Telling us how much you wanted us." Stu cooed. You groaned causing Billy to apply more pressure. You moaned softly grinding against his knee. He smacked your thigh causing you to yelp.

"fucking whore." Billy muttered. Stu hiked up your night gown more revealing your chest.

"No bra either." He tsked looking back at Billy. You grunted, "Asshats" you Whispered. Both the boys looked up at you, "Let her go" Billy Whispered. Stu backed up obeying Billy. Billy got up and left the room, Stu followed. You stared at the door and yelled their names.

No answer. You yelled again and again until your voice grew tired. After what ft like hours Billy walked in.

"Done being a little bitch?"

You nodded, he cut the top letting you free. He gently picked you up out of the bed carrying your tired body out of the room. Stu was in the hall waiting for you, "Is she okay?" He whispered. Billy shrugged carrying you downstairs laying you on the couch. Stu kneeled down to your level.

"Did we go too rough?"

You shook your head, "No, just tired.". Stu nodded before sitting on the couch snuggling you. Billy sat on the other end, his hand placed firmly on your thigh.

[loomiseater]

Some Fun

warnings: smut ofc!, dub con, intercourse, and cum eating.

Criticism is appreciated! I would love to know how I can improve on my writing.

Billy Loomis x fem!reader

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Written: July 17th, 2024- August 4th, 2024

Published: August 4th, 2024

Summary: Billy wants to have some fun with you.

wc: 1,599

request: ok so it's the end of the movie and billy decided to fuck reader instead of killing reader.

“Oh, don’t think we’ve forgot about you, Y/n” Billy teasingly said as he pointed the knife at me. “Please- I didn’t do anything! Please Billy! I’m begging you, don’t kill me!” I pleaded to him on my knees. It was like he was secretly getting off to it.

Him and Stu were both a bunch of sick fucks. 

“Tell me…why should I not kill you?” He asked me. I don’t know? Maybe because I want to see my future?! I didn’t answer him but instead I looked around the kitchen and the doorways to see if Stu was around. He was no where in sight..so I ran for it.

I hurried up the stairs but Billy was hot on my trail. As he was running up the stairs after me I grabbed the glass vase and threw it at him to slow him down. And it did slow him down, I ran into Stu’s parents room and locked the door. As soon as I ran into the room I saw Sidney’s body. 

She was dead. My best friend was dead. Her throat had been slit along with stab wounds in her stomach, she didn’t deserve to go out like that. I fell down to the ground to hug her one last time. 

As I gave her a kiss to the forehead, I was met with Stu rushing out of the closet grabbing me from behind. He was laughing as I was kicking and screaming. “Let me go!” I shouted. “Now why would I do that?” He questioned with his head tilted. 

Before I answered him I broke down in tears. “I didn’t do anything to you two! Please! Just let me live, I won’t call the cops! I’ll keep it a secret!” I pleaded. “We both know that’s not true, sweetheart” Stu said as he gripped my jaw. “Ounch!” 

He pulled me out of his parents room and dragged me into his bedroom where Billy was waiting. He was sat on Stu’s bed smoking a cigarette but soon blew it out when I was thrown on the bed next to him. As I sat up, Billy traced my cheek with his blood covered hand and I was shaking in fear.

“You can leave now” Billy said to Stu, not even acknowledging him. It was now Just Billy and I in the room. The silence was so loud and so scary. Was he about to murder me next?

“You’re pretty, you know that?” It sounded as if it was a question but I didn’t answer. “I’ve always wanted you Y/n. Since the first time we met in 8th grade, but you never gave me a chance” he started off as he pushed some of my hair back. “But now..I’m gonna take that chance” Billy said before he grabbed the back of my head and kissed me.

I hesitated at first but eventually gave in. I eventually pulled away from the kiss, now feeling guilty. I’m kissing the man who murdered my friends. 

I tried to get up off the bed but Billy yanked me but down as I shrieked. “The hell do you think you’re going?” He asked with a glare. “This isn’t right Billy! You and Stu MURDERED our friends- I’m not doing anything with you” I explained before crossing my arms.

“The hell you are” He responded before grabbing my and pushing me roughly on the bed. “What I say goes” he sternly said as he pointed to himself. “You’re not the boss of me!” I snapped back.

He pushed my chest down with one hand so he could show his dominance. 

“Be quiet!” He lowly but sternly said as he was now face to face with me. 

Billy started pulling my skirt down along with my blood stained top. My face began to feel hot and tears started falling. The quiet room was now filled with my quiet sobs and Billy’s shushes.

“Hey, look at me. Don’t cry” He softly said as he gave me another kiss. He soon leaned down and started placing kisses on the exposed parts of my chest. As much as I don’t wanna admit it, his kisses were turning me on, my panties were beginning to feel soaked.

Billy unhooked my bra and tossed it to the floor. He grabbed my right boob and kissed it before he sucked my nipple. I tried to hold back but a moan slipped out. “Don’t hold back, baby” he replied as I closed my eyes shut.

As he was sucking my boobs, his hands roamed free on my body before they stopped at my entrance. His thumb began rubbing small circles over my clothed clit. “Billy- please!” I whined as I gripped his wrist. He let out a dark chuckle before he answered to my whines.

“Please what? Go faster?” He said with a sinister grin. He picked up the pace and my legs began to shake. “I knew you’d like this. Dirty whore” he stated before I squirted. It was all on my panties and on the palm of his hand.

“Beautiful” he whispered as he went in to kiss my inner thighs. He pulled my panties off and in my head I kept telling myself that I don’t want it but my body was craving it. 

Him, his touch, his dick…

Billy unbuckled his jeans and pulled them down along with his underwear. He pulled his dick out and I was amazed at the size. My eyes widened. He was at least 8 inches, the tip was red, the shaft was veiny, and he was leaking pre cum.

“Ya know? I was gonna stretch you out but im tired of waiting. And you haven’t been all that nice to me today” he arrogantly said, almost as if I was in the wrong. “Maybe because you murdered MY friends! Are you insane?” I shouted. I was furious at his statement. Does he not hear himself?!

He grabbed my throat tightly as he pushed himself inside. The stretch was intense yet pleasureful. He bottomed out in me as he leaned his back groaning. “Billy!” I moaned. 

He pulled back out and shoved himself back in beginning to thrust. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this exact moment” he expressed. Billy removed his hand from my throat and began to grip my hips. 

I started moaning loudly, there’s no point of bothering to hide the pleasure anymore. I’m already wet.  “Good girl” he grunted. His thrusts soon began to get rough and the sound of our skin clapping against each other filled the room.

His balls slapped abasing my clit and to be completely honest this is the best feeling I’ve ever felt in my life. I was filled with lust but also guilt. I was having sex with a murderer. Im just as bad as Billy and Stu.

“Mhhm you like that?” Billy moaned as he placed kissed along my neck. “Yes baby, feels- so good!” I replied as my eyes rolled back. He grabbed my legs and pushed them all the way back until they touched my ears.

His dick was digging deeper than it was before with this new angle. And I loved it. “Shit! I’m about to cum!” He moaned in my ear as whines left my throat. My legs were still pushed back as he began giving me powerful, slow thrusts. “Look at you creaming on my dick” he whispered.

“I love you’re dick so much!” I shouted as tears fell down my face. “I want this pretty pussy to cum on my dick, cmon baby, I know you can” He said in a husky voice. I don’t know but the voice just did it for me.

Suddenly the feeling in my stomach snapped and I came on his dick. “Ohh yesss” I screamed as my orgasm washed over me. Billy was still fucking me bust his thrusts got slow and sloppy, I knew he was coming to an end. 

He pulled out of me and came on my stomach. I looked down and the creamy substance and he swiped some of it with his fingers and shoved them in my mouth. I sucked the cum of his fingers as his rolled back and groans slipped from his mouth.

He eventually got up and began to put his clothes back on as I covered myself with the bed sheet. 

“Put you’re fucking clothes on you’re coming with us” he demanded. I didn’t want to anger him so I did as told without any back talk. I see how well that went for my friends…

As I was putting my shoes back on he walked over to me and stood in front of me. “Me and Stu are skipping town and you’re coming with us. We’re gonna go to the store, grab a couple of things, and leave” he stated.

I simply nodded my head and followed him out the room and downstairs to the front door. I was met with Randy’s dead body. He had been stabbed in his throat several times along with a bullet to the shoulder.

It took everything in me to hold my tears back. My friends were dead and I’m skipping town with their murderers..not like I had much of a choice though.

I was pulled out of my thoughts when Stu appeared next to me. “Maybe Billy will let me have some fun with you” he said with a evil smirk on his face. “Not a chance, fuck rag!” Billy replied as he shoved Stu in the shoulder. ‘Ow!” Stu winced.