#billy loomis x yn

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Yandere Billy and Stu (4/4)

“Y/N!!”

“Get off of her-Shit!” Randy cursed, firing the gun a loud bang casted causing the shorter one to yell loudly, clutching a bleeding shoulder.

You felt the dizziness, “Randy!” I regained back to my senses, instinctively hands clutching the grass beneath, pulling your figure off to run to Randy.

The male fired at the other, leaving both lying down, “Come on! Get in the car-we have to go!” He held your hand, you whimpered. “Shit-“ he cursed, noticing your fucked up ankle.

“Can’t walk.” I breathed, stating the obvious. Randy nodded quickly. Shoving the gun into his backpocket he lifted you.

“I can’t find the others. I know they might be dead but we have to get out of here.” Randy started the car. Eyes frantic, “You need a doctor,” He saw your dazed like eyes,

He reached out, “We can reach, i called the police.” The male looked at y/n reassuringly, his hand intertwined tighter with her dainty one, she was breathing irregular.

Reaching back into your home, Randy rushed you in, the door began to burst down. “Shit theyre back!” Randy exclaimed.

Y/n used the wall to hold herself. Her eyes widening, “Randy!” She cried as the taller figure tackled him. The knife plunged without a second thought into Randy’s neck, making the poor male choke on his own blood,

You gasped when arms went around you, it was the shorter one. “Goddamnit Stu-Took your sorry ass long enough!” The modulator was gone, her eyes welled with tears. “Sorry man.” Stu flocked over to him, but your face filled with almost heartbreak. They were here all along,

“Why?” She couldn’t help but break into yet, another cry. “Why what, doll?” Billy, she hated that name coming from him. Y/n knew he was that sick bastard all along, “Why did you kill them? Sidney? Tatum? Dwight? And randy..they didn’t deserve this—“ “Sidney is a whore like her mother was.” Billy exclaimed, his hands clasping yours tightly, one hand reaching up to take off his mask, Stu Adjacent doing the same. You sniffled, backing into the counter behind you, Stu kneeled infront of you just beside Billy. “Isn’t it obvious? We love you baby.” Stu made a pout at you, mocking your sad expression. His thumb going under your eye. Wiping a soft tear. “Randy was a fool to even touch you,” Billy crooned at you,

It all didn’t make sense. “Why did you kill them? Why don’t you just kill me already?!” She broke, “Why do you hate me?”

Stu’s face went completely blank. Billy just froze completely. His hand held your cheek, “Why would i ever hate you, dollface?” He ran his hand up and down your face. “I’m suprised the police aren’t here.” Billy looked over at Stu, “What?” He asked irritatedly at why Stu was making such a face.

“The chloroform. Billy,” Billy’s jaw dropped a bit in realization, her eyes widened and anxiety bubbled back into her, struggling. “It’s all okay, Y/N.” Stu pressed the rag over her nose, tears ran down her face as she saw thwm.

The police had arrived too late. The only evidence ever found was Randy’s dead body yet, the window left ajar. No one was found.

You were missing.

[mysadcorner]

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.

[str4wb3rryz0mb1]

Poly! Billy Loomis and Stu Macher with a gloomy bear obsessed s/o♡

(This is my first time posting my writings :3)

♡ they definitely buy you more merch to feed the obsession

♡ Billy does kinda like gloomy bear after you explain the back story to them

♡ when Stu sleeps over he totally grabs one to snuggle with

♡ Billys fav is the gloomy bunnys because of there long ears :3

♡ they enjoy the cutesy/scary aesthetic they have

♡ Stu teases you with them all the time

♡ Billy secretly doing research to impress you

♡ forcing them to watch the show together

♡ Billy acts like he hates it but is genuinely interested and wants to learn more from you

♡ Stu will play with them and make them talk

♡ Stu plays with the stuff around your room and tells you how cool they are

♡both a little shocked when they actually watch the show

[sugudolle]

⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ CONTENT ⊹ 18+. ghostface x fem reader. any ghostface with a dick. stalking. knifeplay.

ghostface! mockingly tilting his masked head with his knife still in hand as he watches you in amusement, the pretty girl he’s been chasing, “unfortunately” get stuck under your plushie covered bed in a lewd position mid-chase wearing only your silky nightdress.

ghostface! studying the way your arched back and teasing wiggle of your ass gives him an almost too perfect view of the lacey panties that rest between your soft cheeks and cup your pussy—like you got caught on purpose just to show it off to him—already soaking the fabric with a cute wet spot all for him.

ghostface! easily cutting the sides of the pretty panties you put on just for him with two clean swipes. he roughly slides the fabric off, his whole gloved hand resting against your warm, sloppy cunt as presses his hard dick against the back of your thigh.

“silly girl. i know you watch scary movies because you wanna fuck the killers.”

ghostface! who makes your twisted fantasies come true and fucks you from behind while you’re still half stuck under your bed, his tone turning dark as he drawls on and on about how many times he’s watched you leave your bedroom curtains half closed at night on purpose, how he’s seen you hump your pillow until you’re a sweaty, filthy mess with your makeup running down your cheeks.

“you knew i was watching didn’t you? were you thinking about how much better it’d feel if it was my big cock in your tight little pussy? how nice and deep i’d fuck you?”

ghostface! who takes off his mask for the sole purpose of eating you out, grinning against your pussy knowing that you can’t see him and getting off on the fact that you don’t know who he is but his voice just sounds so familiar as he moans about how sweet you taste, how your pussy’s just so fucking good it’d be a shame to kill you—and how he’d literally kill for it.

ghostface! purring as he picks up the pace, completely drunk on your wet, perfect pussy, about how he’s the only one that gets to have you wrapped around his cock, how good you take it, how he’s the only one who has the privilege to taste you on his lips—how you’re now all his.

“think i’ll be keeping you around, pretty girl.”

[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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[mercedista]

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, squirting, toxic relationship.

𝐀/𝐍: Part one for more context. Also, I haven't proofread the content, I don't have any experience with smut and English is not my first language. Keep it in mind.

"Open your fucking mouth, before I make you pay for what you did with your own life." Not that there was any other option, he gave your cheek a light slap, just as a silent warning, and as soon as you opened it, he stuck his fingers in. It was a disgusting sensation for you, that glove rubbing against your tongue as you were forced to watch him use his other hand to open a little of the cape he was wearing and then his own pants.

You knew what to expect, and your vision became blurry again with tears.

He took his fingers out of your mouth and pushed the back of your head against his cock. You didn't want to notice, much less compare, but there was no way you couldn't, he was big. Maybe as big as your boyfriend.

"You've lost your choice, slut." Your thoughts were interrupted by his cock entering until he felt your throat squeezing it. You fought against it, not having prepared yourself, and not having any experience. You didn't know if that pain was normal, if it was his exaggerated size, or just the result of him being too violent with the thrust.

He held your head against him for a few seconds, before letting go and allowing you to catch your breath. But as soon as you recovered – a matter of only five seconds – he was already making you swallow his cock again. "Back to work."

At least he seemed to be having a little more mercy now, continuing to pump your head on his cock, while he threw his back each time your tongue dragged against a vein of his. His hair was already sweaty beneath that mask. "Fuck...!"

His breathing was heavy, but his throat was still forced to wait a few minutes that seemed more like hours until he finally reached his peak.

You were already dizzy, your head hurting, when he pushed your head back, ordering you to stick your tongue out. "I'm going to paint your pretty lips, baby."

The salty splashes touched your tongue, you felt disgusting, you wanted to spit it all out. Not because of the taste, but because of the guilt you felt for being used, even though you had no responsibility for it. "It's not over yet, doll."

Pulling you by the neck, he threw you on the bed, your face sinking against the pillow, while you only heard the clink of more parts of his clothes falling to the floor. "Please, just kill me already... I can’t–" You begged one last time, sobbing, fearing the worst that was to come.

"Don't cry, princess." He said, his voice surprisingly human now. And definitely familiar, more than you would have expected. You felt his hands turn your body, and through the tears that blurred your vision, you recognized the face of your dear boyfriend. If you could still call him that. "Surprise, I guess?" The look of horror that once again crossed his face was divine, and even better with the small sobs that passed through his lips.

"Did I scare you? I went easy on you, baby. I've done worse to my victims." He said, spreading your legs. Without any warning, he thrust into you, a growl escaping his lips as he felt your walls clench around his cock. "But you know... I'm faithful, I've never fucked them like that, if that makes you feel any better."

He wasn't being as delicate with his thrusts as his tone of voice was deceiving, his skin slapping against yours without any mercy. Your boyfriend bit the tip of his glove, ripping it off and throwing it to the side, leaving his bare hand to slap dangerously close to your clit. "I'm glad... that you chose to stay faithful as well..." He said, giving a particularly violent thrust, which made you grunt between sobs. He pressed his uncovered face against your neck, nibbling on it as he continued to fuck you. "I didn't mean to test you, but hell...! I fucking love you."

He said smiling. Your faces were so close, he squeezed your waist. You felt his tongue lick a tear that ran down your cheek. He loves you alive and well, of course, despite his sadism. But, the thought of you cheating on him just to save yourself? He would kill you before you had the chance to do that. "Fuck." He bit his lip. "Such a good little fucktoy. Taking my cock like a champ. You're still as tight as the day I fucked you for the first time."

You closed your eyes, trying to find some semblance of sanity amidst the whirlwind of thoughts and feelings that were running through your body at that moment.

"Aw, baby, look at me. Think of how good..." His boyfriend paused, moaning. "How good it feels now... There are no more secrets between us. Like it always should have been."

"You're a damn murderer... you lied to me...!" You snapped, biting your lip then to make a moan die in your throat. "And now you expect... me to forgive you–"

You were interrupted by a sudden movement, he turned you around again, without even making much effort, and put you on all fours. "Silence, now. For someone who was crying minutes ago, you're talking too much." He grunted, slapping your ass, rubbing his cock, still hard, against it. "Shut your pretty mouth, or I'll fuck the little hole you don't like."

He chuckled at the irritated noise you made before he slid his cock back into your entrance. "Now why don't we start over, and you thank me for being a good boyfriend and not opening your throat with a knife after that kick?"

You feel a mix of emotions swirling inside you as he hugs you waist, pressing his body against your back. The pain from his rough thrusts is intertwined with a sickening sense of pleasure, and the realization that he's truly capable of such violence sends shivers down your spine.

"Too... much..." You manage to choke out, your voice barely audible above the sound of your boyfriend's grunts and the creaking of the bed.

He seems to take pity on you, or perhaps he's simply enjoying watching you tremble and humiliate youself. Either way, he slow down a bit, but continues to pound into you, his grip on your hips tightening. "That's a good girl," he purrs, his breath hot against your ear. "You're learning your place." As he speaks, you feel his cock twitch inside you, and you know he's close to climax. "God, I can't even imagine what it's like to fuck your ass..."

Tears stream down your face as you try to hold back your orgasm, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing how much you're enjoying being used. But it's no use; the pleasure is too intense, and you feel yourself teetering on the edge.

Suddenly, he pulls out of you, and you feel cold and empty without him inside. Before you can protest, he flips you over onto your back and climbs on top of you, pinning your wrists above your head.

He leans down and captures your lips in a bruising kiss, his tongue invading your mouth and claiming you in the most intimate way possible. "You're so easy to play around with, like a doll, so easy for me to put you in any position." At the same time, he lines up his cock with your entrance and slams back inside, burying himself to the hilt in one movement. The pain from his grip on your wrists mixes with the pleasure of his cock hitting your sweet spot.

He let go of your wrists and reaches around to grab your breast, squeezing it roughly. "Tell me, have you ever let another man touch you like this?"

You shake your head frantically. "No..." You whimper.

He chuckles darkly, his hand sliding down to rub your clit. "Good... good fucking answer." he purrs, his fingers circling the sensitive nub. "Because if you ever let another man touch this tight little cunt, I'll fucking kill you."

His words send a shiver down your spine, and you can't help but wonder if he's serious. But the thought of him being jealous and possessive only turns you on more. And you hated yourself for it.

"Oh?" He mocks, giving your cunt a sharp slap. "Did you just get tighter? You fucking freak." Your boyfriend couldn't help but smile at his pretty girl.

"Y-You're imagining things..." You try to deny it, saving a shred of dignity that was still left, but it was just so hard, you can feel every inch of his cock as it slides in and out of your sore, sensitive flesh. 

He bites down on your shoulder, hard enough to leave a mark, and you cry out. "I don't have time to baby you," he growls, his hips snapping against yours with brutal force.

Right now, he was only concerned with his own orgasm. Maybe he himself was already tired of all that edging. You can feel your orgasm building, your walls clenching around his throbbing cock as he drives into you relentlessly. Just as you're about to reach your peak, he pulls out, leaving you empty and desperate, his cock spurting cum all over your pussy and stomach. It made you tremble just with the mere contact of his tip over your clit.

Even without having reached your orgasm, you were dizzy from all the stimulation and tired, without much strength to move. So you were expecting the same from him, but a few seconds after cumming, he was already moving again, making you groan. He moves down your body, his tongue tracing a path from your neck to your belly.

"Aw, my poor baby..." he coos, his breath hot against your skin. "You didn't get to cum, did you?"

You shake your head weakly, too exhausted to form words. He smiles at you, his eyes filled with a wicked gleam. You were already too tired to fight, and you just wanted to cum already, it didn't matter if you had to beg or cry for it.

You can feel the heat of his breath as he moves lower and lower, until he's positioned between your legs. He spreads them, exposing your sensitive, swollen clit. He takes a moment to admire his handiwork, the sight of your glistening pussy making his cock twitch with renewed interest

"Look at you," he murmurs, his voice low and husky. "So desperate." He dips his head down and starts to lap at your clit, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud. You moan, your hips bucking up against his face as he continues to tease you. He chuckles, the vibrations sending shivers through your body.

He slips a finger into your pussy, pumping it in and out as he continues to suck on your clit. You can feel your orgasm building once again, your walls clenching around his finger as he works you closer to the edge.

Your boyfriend increases the pressure on your clit, his tongue flicking rapidly against the sensitive bundle of nerves, your body tensing as you prepare for the inevitable release. Your hand went to his hair, fingers tangling with his beautiful locks, he chuckled against your pussy, before going back to his work. You barely had time to warn him, your body shook in ecstasy as you felt yourself squirt. Your heart was racing and your vision was blurry, your chest rising and falling in search of air.

Your boyfriend's eyes widen in surprise as he feels your pussy clench and release around his finger, your juices gushing out and coating his chin. He pulls back, looking up at you with a mixture of shock and excitement on his face. His voice woke you up from your trance.

"Holy shit, did you just squirt?" he exclaims, his voice filled with awe and disbelief. "I've never seen you do that before!"

He grins at you, his face glistening with your juices, and you can't help but feel a sense of pride at the effect you've had on him. He looks like a kid on Christmas morning, his eyes sparkling with joy and anticipation. "That was so fucking hot!" he says, his voice filled with enthusiasm. "I want to see you do it again." He was already going back between her legs.

"No, no, no! Fuck, I am sensitive, you dumbass...!" Your mind barely processed what you said, and when you realized it, you didn't expect him to listen to you, but he did. With a sad exaggerated expression, but he obeyed, at least.

"Aw, but I was having so much fun." he pouts, his lower lip jutting out in an exaggerated display of sadness.

He crawls up your body, resting his head on your chest, his ears pressed against your heart. You can feel his breath, warm and steady, rising and falling with each beat of your heart.

"I'm sorry, baby..." he murmurs, his voice soft, but you knew it was just another one of his attempts at manipulation. You were already used to it enough to recognize it. "I just wanted to play around a bit, I didn't expect things to unfold this way."

"Be quiet or get out of here." You snapped, eyes closing. "You better kill me before I wake up with energy again, because you're going to pay for all this shit."

He faced you, his hand resting on your waist as he observed how upset you were. Which, to be fair, he should have expected. "Come on, baby," he murmured, as if he were pleading for you to talk to him, but it only sounded like mocking. "I made you cum, didn't I?"

When you didn't answer him, he continued. "We both know you'll forgive me before the morning, princess."

Of course he expected you'd let him get away with this. As you always did. But he didn't blame you—he would always find a way to manipulate you, because it suited him so much more.

"You'll be lucky if I even look you in the face after all this, let alone forgive you." You said and covered yourself with the blanket, pushing him away from you and laying with your back to him.

He clicked his tongue in annoyance, having to resist the urge to roll his eyes. He knew you'd give in and forgive him... eventually.

"That's cute." He said, with a scoff. "You act like you have any choice." He said, standing up and picking up his clothes. He stared at his mask, wondering whether to take it or not, but smiled, deciding to leave it as a reminder for you.

[dlscenarios]

MDNI

I feel like Billy Loomis would have a daddy kink but develops it by complete accident.

Until that night, he thought being called “daddy” was disgusting. He hardly even liked his own dad, why would he want a hot person to call him that?

But one night, he was fucking you with an animalistic need, his hand lightly squeezing your throat as your moans and wet slapping filled the room. The word slipped from your kiss-swollen lips and Billy’s hips faltered for the first time ever. He had already been dangerously close to the edge, but the moan that accompanied his new name made his rock-hard cock twitch in a way that was almost painful. It took all of his willpower to hold back his orgasm.

While his hips slowed, his thrusts became deeper as he panted by your ear, blunt nails ripping into the soft flesh of your hips, cooing in a sinister, low voice, “Want daddy to cum, baby~?”

He’d never let you live it down either. The only way he would let you come that night was if you pleaded to “daddy”. On the nights following, he’d get you worked up with fleeting touches only to stop until you call him that. Even when your lips are wrapped around his cock, he’ll praise you by mentioning how well you’re taking daddy’s cock.

Maybe it just took the right person for Billy to like it.

[aiaknows]

When my favorite fanfic author apologize for writing 3k word counts and more. Like what do you mean "Sorry, I got a little carried away."??? No love, please don't apolgize. Write as many words as you want. Show us how amazing and talented you are🫵💝. mwa💋

[lilbrainbigheartz]

Headcanons of Stu having a crush on you🧸

-He‘ll try to be constantly by your side, whether you‘re at school, at a party or just trying to breathe. He suddenly is there💀

-he will wrap an arm around your shoulder or if you two have become closer friends, hugs that are a bit too long to be platonic.

-He‘d openly flirt with you.

Like THAT GUY‘S LOUD.

"Hey Y/N you looking hot today! Everyone agree? No? They should!"

The sweet thing about is that he doesn‘t care who‘s watching.

-my guy will enable everything you do😭🙏🏻

You want to skip class?

"hell yeah! Let‘s go! Who needs [subject name] anyway??"

You had a fight with someone and you clearly were in the wrong?

"It‘s not your fault that they were giving you a hard time! Of course you would lash out somehow about it! They were totally provoking you!"

-if the crush is more intense, he‘ll ditch his friendgroup for you.

He could be mid-conversation with the others and as soon as he sees you "Oh, hey Y/N‘s here! Catch you guys later!"

Billy is visibly annoyed every time, Randy: "huh?", Sidney and Tatum shrug it off since it‘s become a daily thing

-look, I believe Stu is more jealous during the crush phase then when he‘s actually your boyfriend.

We all know why him and Casey broke up. So I believe that if someone else gives you attention, he will immediately turn this into a competition.

He will do anything to pull you out of the conversation.

He’ll suddenly decide he needs your opinion on something or randomly shout your name from across the room like it’s urgent.

"Y/N! Quick! What’s better: popcorn or nachos? No, seriously, I need to know right now!”

-Stu will dramatically reenact moments he’s had with you for his friends.

"And then Y/N looked at me, and I swear, time just stopped. Like, BOOM. Love.” Billy: “I’m pretty sure,  it was not that deep"

[nolovelingers]

I love ur writing sm. Could you please write a Billy or Stu fic? Thank u sm!

PUSH AND PULL, BABY! ⋆ ˚｡ ୨୧ stu macher

⠀⠀⠀ ︵ requested 𓈒 𓄧

⋆ ★ ex lovers rekindle their (constantly flickering) flame after stu is pushed towards confronting you upon seeing you with someone new.

cw ᝰ .ᐟ sfw ,, jealous!stu ,, ghostface!stu and billy ,, stu is intoxicated ,, several mentions of alc

PURPOSELY LOWERCASE 🎧 &&. written on iphone sorry if funky format =)

in the dimly lit, smoke-filled living room, the atmosphere was electric with the energy of dozens of young, carefree souls lost in the throes of music and alcohol. the air hung heavy with the mingled scents of perfume, sweat and the tang of burning cigarettes. bodies swayed to the beat pulsing from the speakers, a mass of limbs and laughter in the flickering glow of the disco ball spinning lazily overhead.

the house was a sprawling two-story affair, its once-pristine walls now adorned with band posters, graffiti art, and the occasional drunken scrawl. the hardwood floors, long since stripped of their varnish, creaked and groaned beneath the weight of the revelers. the kitchen counters were littered with the night's worth of drinking - empty bottles, overflowing ashtrays, and the remnants of half-eaten snacks scattered across.

cordless lights strung haphazardly from the corners of the house and the still of the windows, casting a kaleidoscope of colors across the scene below. the light played across the faces of the dancers; painting them in shades of blue, green and purple, their eyes reflecting the pulsing glow as they moved in time to the music. the air was thick with the acrid tang of marijuana that clung stubbornly to the life within the home.

groups huddled together, engaged in loud conversations. the distant sound of laughter and the occasional shout of drunken revelry; coming from two boys in particular.

stu, his eyes glazed and twitchy from god knows what, sidled up to billy amidst the writhing throng of bodies, pressing up (in billy’s opinion) way closer than he needed to be. he leaned in close, invading his personal space as macher tends to do, shouting over the cacophony of the party to be heard.

his eyes, bloodshot and manic in the disco lights, flicked over to billy with a drunken, lopsided grin. he had to grab billys shoulder to steady himself.

macher grinned maniacally, his eyes darting. "dude!" he hollered, slapping billy hard on the back, nearly knocking the shorter boy off balance. "this parties a fucking BLASTTTTTT! i fuckin' just- i fucking love these things, ya know?!" he gestured vaguely at the gyrating crowd, nearly tripping over his words.

billy scowled, stepping away from stu’s proximity. "jesus, macher. could you not breathe down my neck? and watch the fuckin' hands." he glared at stu’s grinning face.

stu giggled, a high pitched noise that cut through the thumping bass. “my bad, bro.” his grin doesn’t falter, if anything it seems to widen, hardly a trace of a thought behind his eyes. he held up his hands in mock surrender, still grinning like an idiot. "im just tryin' to spread the love, ya know?"

billy rolled his eyes, "more like spread the creep, you fuckin' weirdo." he shook his head in exasperation.

stu laughed, a high-pitched, almost hysterical sound. "creep? man, im just a lover, not a fighter." he punctuated his words with a clumsy, off-beat dance move, nearly tripping over his own feet in the process. when he caught himself, he wound up swaying around in one place, his eyes stuck on the floor.

he seemed out of it all of a sudden, like he was reminded of something. “im a lover, bro.” his eyes stayed stuck on the floor for a while, dissociated in place.

billy eyed him in suspicion. "you dumbass." he crossed his arms. "what's the deal with you tonight, stu? you snort a whole fuckin' bag of crazy or somethin'?"

stu giggled again, a bit too loudly and with an edge that was almost unsettling. "nah man, just the usual shit. ya know, same as always." he waved a hand dismissively, but his grin was starting to look more like a grimace.

he was trying too hard, billy could tell. stu was always a bit of a wild card, sure, but this was different. he was acting even more erratically than usual, his eyes too wide and his laughter too high-pitched. billy had known stu for long enough to recognize the signs of something being off.

he was trying to distract himself, that much was clear. but from what? loomis’ brow furrowed as he studied his friend's stretched smile.

he was trying to act casual, but his body was coiled tight, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides.

"you're being a fuckin' weirdo. more than normal. somethin's up with you." billy's voice was low and serious, his eyes narrowing as he studied stu's twitching face. he followed the way stu's gaze kept flicking to the doorway, to the spot where his (freshly) ex - y/n - had been standing by with a guy.

stu licked his lips, his mouth suddenly dry. he needed to change the subject. fast. "who, me? man, im just fuckin' lit, ya know?" he forced out another giggle, but it sounded hollow and false even to his own ears.

he was trying to ignore the way his heart was pounding in his chest, the way his skin felt too tight and too hot. he was trying to ignore the way his mind kept flashing back to the sight of you, all over that fuckin' prick's arm. that fuckin' prick who wasn't him. thatstupidfuckingprickwhothefuckevenisthisfuckingguywhyshisfacelooksofuckingstupidijustwanttofuckingkillhimwhatkindofoutfitevenisthat

stu could feel a pressure building in his chest, a tightness that had nothing to do with the beer he'd guzzled or the joints he'd smoked (or the things he’d snorted). it was a different kind of tightness. a squeezing, churning sensation that made it hard to breathe. he pressed a hand to his sternum, trying to will the feeling away, but it only seemed to intensify.

his hand clenched into a fist, knuckles turning white as he pressed it harder against his chest. the pressure inside him was building to a crescendo. he could physically feel it pulsing through his veins, setting his nerve endings alight with a unstable energy.

"fuck, i can't stand seeing them together." stu’s voice was low and guttural, barely audible over the pounding bass. he completely seemed to forget about the fact that he was meant to be covering his jealousy in front of his friend. "it makes me wanna...fuck. I dunno what i wanna do to him exactly, but it's definitely bad." he laughed, but it was a harsh, bitter sound that had no joy in it whatsoever.

“i just wanna- i just wanna kill him. billy, let’s fucking kill him. should- should i talk to them? i should talk to them. i should go over there. billy, i gotta get over there.”

“take it easy, man, that’s a terrible idea, y’gotta chill the hell out first.”

he watched them from across the room, watched as you threw your head back and laughed at something your new boy toy had said. watched as you touched his arm, your fingers lingering on his bicep in a way that made stu's blood boil in his veins. he watched as you leaned in close, your faces inches apart as you whispered and flirted with each other.

it was too much. it was more than he could take. stu felt like he was going to explode, like he was going to tear apart at the seams from the force of his own rage and anguish. he couldn't stand it anymore. he couldn't watch you together, couldn't see you touching someone else, couldn't bear the thought of you smiling at anyone but him.

“fuck it,”

without thinking, stu pushed his way through the crowd, his eyes laser-focused on the ‘couple’ across the room. he marched up to you, his steps heavy , the manic and unstable ear to ear grin that had always lingered on his face returned.

stu sidled up to you, his eyes glinting with a dangerous light, smile eerie as ever. "hey there, lovebirds," he drawled, his voice dripping with false cheer. "having fun, are ya?"

he looked the guy dead in the eye, his gaze intense and unblinking. "i gotta say, man, it's pretty fuckin' ballsy of you to be all over my partner like this." stu’s voice took on a mocking, incredulous tone.

behind stu, billy rolled his eyes and sighed, shaking his head at his friend's reckless behavior. he knew stu was just trying to cover his jealousy with his typical macho bullshit, but he couldn't understand why he had to be so fuckin' obvious about it.

stu watched with a sense of grim satisfaction as the other guys face paled, realization dawning in his eyes. "what the fuck?" he sputtered, taking a step back from you. "you didn't mention anything about having a fucking boyfriend."

stu smirked, crossing his arms over his chest as he loomed over the shorter man. "oh, didn't tell you that little detail, huh?" he snorted, making sure to speak louder than you were trying to, shaking his head in mock disappointment.

“fuck this, and fuck you too."

with that, he turned on his heel and stormed off, shouldering his way through the crowd and disappearing into the night. stu watched him go, a laugh bubbling up from his chest as the realization that his plan had worked sank in.

and just like that, it was just the two of you, standing in the middle of the writhing mass of partygoers. the air between you was thick with tension, the silence stretching out for a long drawn-out moment as you stared each other down.

stu's grin softened, taking on a more genuine, almost tender quality as he looked at your beautiful, angry face. "guess it's just you and me now, babe," he said softly, "just like old times, huh? fuck that guy." he had no guilt or remorse displayed as he spoke.

he reeled back slightly, his grin turning impish as he took in the exasperated expression on your face. "what, you're not happy to see me?" he clutched at his chest in mock distress, his eyes wide and wounded. "im hurt, y/n. i thought we had something special, you and me."

despite your annoyance, you could feel a smile tugging at the corner of your mouth. stu's playfulness was infectious. you shook your head, trying to maintain your irritation even as his grin threatened to chip away at it.

"you're such a fuckin' idiot," you muttered, "i can't believe you just did that. what if i really liked that guy?”

stu's eyes lit up with a eager gleam as your words sank in. "wait, so you didn't like that asshole?" he grinned widely, his face splitting into a triumphant, feral smile. "i knew it."

he stepped even closer, backing you up against the nearby wall and trapping you there with his body. his hands came up to rest on either side of your head, caging you in as he leaned down to murmur in your ear.

"tell me you don't still think of me. tell me you don't miss the way i make you feel. you know nobody can love you as good as i can, baby." his voice was low and intense, breath hot against your skin.

you could feel a shiver running down your spine at the proximity from the heat of his body being so close to yours. his eyes were dark and intense, boring into your own with an almost hypnotic force. you swallowed hard, heart starting to race in your chest.

"stu..." you breathed, voice barely above a whisper. "we can't...i mean, we're not...you can't just..." but even as you protested, you could feel your resolve starting to crumble, the old feelings rising up to the surface like a tidal wave threatening to drown you at his intrusion of space.

his grin turned wolfish, eyes glinting with a predatory light as he watched you struggle to find the words.

"c'mon, baby," he purred, his voice a low, silky rumble. "use your words."

one of his hands came up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing lightly over her bottom lip. "tell me you don't want me to kiss you right now."

his other hand drifted down to your waist, pressing his body closer to yours and causing you to feel the cool hard wall behind you.

his hand slid from your cheek to the back of your neck, his fingers tangling in your hair as he tilted your head back, making you look up at the whopping 6’3 man.

stu's grin turned absolutely wicked as your breathless words reached his ears. "kiss me.”

“i thought youd never ask, babe.”

and with that, he closed the distance between you, capturing your mouth in a searing, hungry kiss. it was a kiss that spoke of pent-up longing and aching need.

his lips moved demandingly against yours. one hand fisted in your hair, holding you in place, while the other slid down to grip your hip, pulling you impossibly closer.

he kissed you like a man starved, like a man who had been wandering in the desert for fifty years and had finally found water.

he kissed you like he never wanted to let you go, like he wanted to devour you whole and make you a part of him forever.

after a long, heated moment, stu finally pulled back, a smug grin spreading across his face as he took in your kiss-swollen lips and dazed expression. "fuck, i missed that," he murmured, "i missed you."

you blinked up at him, cheeks flushed and chest heaving. you couldn't help but grin back. "youre still a fuckin' idiot. i can't believe i fell for that. again. this is seriously the third time youve pulled this exact stunt with different guys."

stu just laughed, a sound that seemed to rumble through his chest. "aw, but you love it, baby." he leaned in close, his nose brushing against yours as he murmured, "don’t you?" his eyes had a sort of soft look in them, like he was looking for your approval. like he’d resemble a kicked puppy if you told him otherwise.

you rolled your eyes, but you couldn't suppress the giggle that bubbled up in your throat. "youre impossible," you said, shaking your head in exasperation. "seriously, who teaches you your moves? some shitty rom-com?"

"nah, im a natural born lover, baby. its all me." stu's grin was positively sinful, his eyes sparkling with mischief and amusement.

his grin softened into a more genuine smile as he gazed down at you, his eyes searching yours with a newfound sincerity. "y’know, i’been thinkin'..." he murmured, his voice low and thoughtful. "what the hell were we thinkin' when we broke up in the first place, huh?"

you giggled, shaking your head as you leaned back against the wall, your eyes sparkling with a hint of nostalgia. "i don't even remember anymore," you admitted, your smile turning a bit wistful. "does it really matter?"

stu's grin widened, his eyes glinting with a playful, mischievous light. "nah, i guess it doesn't," he agreed, his voice taking on a teasing lilt.

he leaned in closer. "soo.. you wanna get back together?"

and then you smiled. a slow, soft smile that lit up your whole face. "yeah," you whispered, voice barely audible over the pounding music. "i do."

stu's face split into a wide, joyful grin, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he laughed softly. "hell yeah, baby," he murmured, pulling you in for another kiss. "welcome back."

` ੈ˚ ★ a / n : HI ANON thank you sm for the compliment btw ^_^ ill probably get a billy fic pumped out soon i just gotta think of a plot or smth . i feel like this was short idk :? im sorry

started 1.15.2025. finished 1.15.2025.

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©️ nolovelingers 2025

[councilofcastamere]

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?”

[yuniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiie]

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,

[magicalbunbun]

Is only a au :p

Y/n is the first ghostface, Billy and stu where the partners but then Y/n said 'welp! Am goin to vacation see ya!'. In many years later y/n decided to come back in scream VI meeting tera and Sam.

Y/n costume is mix up with original ghostface and dead by daylight ghostface.

[roadkillremi]

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.".

Tag list - @stusdollface93 @hurlonsororitygirls @sanzumylovee @katie-tibo @horneybeach1 @ithinkitszeph

[wasawattpadkid]

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?"

Taglist: @katie-tibo @agustdeeyaa @bowlofceral @gonnapermashift @tati-the-fangirl @kozumewhore @tatijoestar @illyanam1011 @c4rved-pumpk1n @msghostface @gojosbucket @sammanna @lokigirlszendaya @reneki @fetusharryluvr @kadu-5607 @pumpk1n-writes @lovekeeho @tojisblood @zeysartzone @bluedevilss @life-of-music3 @flyestvenustrap @littleblondesoprano @loomiscorpse @nicciekawegosblog @reneemunson @miss-puregotti @ksgsfsgaj @zoleea-exultant @briefwinnerpersonaturtle @mistydreamscape @l4venderia @nex-crowley @ashreblogsnow @brynaa223 @your-desire666 @billyloomiswhore4 @holyladyofsorrows @megluv1 @ellieswifeiya @yoluvrz @forallthstarsinthesky @madsothree @youcantbesirius @lubunnii @captainhowdysseptum @geekygremlin @madneedshelp

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. 💕

(if your name has a line through it Tumblr wouldn't let me tag you.)

[pixiexdusts-world]

Incorrect quote

Y/n: Are you a painting?

Billy: What-?

Y/n: Because I want to pin you to a wall.

Stu: OH GOD I THOUGHT YOU WERE GOING TO SAY YOU WANTED TO HANG HIM OR SOMETHING-