#jess x phyl

[canadianhottmess]

They have explored eachothers bodies.

[macherkissed]

Wrapped Up in Pretty Ribbons-Billy Lenz X Female Reader

18+

Summary: The Moaner has taken a special interest in you that’s more than a little reciprocated. When the star of your secret perverted fantasies gives you the opportunity to make it reality, you take it.

Word Count: 4,126

Notes/Warnings: Typical Billy stuff (Dirty Talk, Voyeurism), Female Reader, , Masturbation, Clothes Stealing,  Slight Somnophilia, Penetration, Choking

What a good way to start the day. First you slept through your alarm, then you had no idea where you left your shoes so practically destroyed your room to find them, and in your hurry to go downstairs you almost fell flat on your face.

The only person up at this time was Claire, making a pot of coffee and greeting you with a smile “Morning.” “Hey.” You muttered, leaning against the counter and using the reflection of the toaster to help you twist a deep-orange ribbon into your hair “Where’s everyone else?” “In bed, Barb is probably trying to sneak out her ‘bedmate’ by now.” You sighed and rolled your eyes, unseen by her. You liked her, you really did, but she could be a little judgemental. “Good for her. At least someone’s getting some.” You ignored the slight scoff from her, the hypocrite, and carried on twisting the ribbon as well as you could into your hair. The second it was up to your standards, you stood and stretched, the toaster shooting toast up just a second later. Claire placed a mug of coffee in front of you and you thanked her before downing it in three gulps “I’ll see you later, give the girls my love.” “Have a good day.” She called as you left.

You didn’t notice, as you walked away, the figure in the attic window watching you. Minutes later, the phone rang.

When you finally got back home, to the girls, you felt like you could actually breathe properly. Work sucked, you’d had to rush your errands, it had been such a long day. All you wanted to do was listed to Barb tease Jess and Claire, and sit around with the other girls, cuddling up with Claude “Wow. I’m liking today’s look.” Phyllis trilled as she saw you. “Oh, thank you.” With a smile, you pulled at the ribbon awkwardly “It’s gotten a little loose but I think that makes it look a bit better.” “Definitely, you look great. Doesn’t she, Barb?” “Absolutely gorgeous.” She didn’t look up for that long, but it still made you smile. “I’m going to get into something more comfortable.” You were waved off and scuttled upstairs, already removing your shirt since you were only in the company of girls and they were practically sisters to you.

The shirt was dropped away to the hamper beside your door, quickly followed by your bra. It was as you were shuffling your jeans down your thighs that you heard it; a growl, coming from behind you. You shot around, instinct making you cover your chest. But there was nothing there, no one at all, and you sighed at your stupidity: It was an old house, the pipes would groan and the walls and doorframes would shift, you should be used to this. But with the Moaner… Shaking all thoughts of him away you finished getting undressed and put your comfortable clothes on. Your ribbon came out with a simple tug and was left in the box with the others. Ever since one of the other girls, Elaine, had put ribbons in your hair for Barb’s last birthday party, you’d gotten a little obsessed; now you had ribbons for your hair, your waist, your neck, even to curl up your arms when you felt like it. It had sort of become your Thing. Now, you just settled for a white bow around your left wrist before you went downstairs again

You’d hardly settled down on the chair, with your bowl of soup curtesy of Jess, when the phone rang. It was Phyl that answered since she was actually in the hall. No one paid attention, carrying on with their own conversations until she called out a strangely familiar phrase “It’s him again!” In seconds, everyone was crowded around as you strained to hear what filth he’d say this time. As always, he just moaned and groaned and made vulgar animalistic noises, up until he almost giggled “Such a pretty piggy.” He growled and started snorting like a pig himself for a few seconds “I bet your cunt is just as pretty. I’ll ruin it, I’ll…” He let out a rumble, not exactly a moan and almost a snarl “I’ll take that…that purple ribbon and I’ll wrap it around your throat.” All eyes turned to you, as your heart dropped straight to your gut and your blood froze. Of course, you had a purple ribbon, you had a few of them. A lilac one you had was definitely long enough to had around your throat, you’d worn it tangled up your arm in a criss-cross pattern just two days before “I’ll choke you with it, pull you back onto my cock. You’ll scream for me. Scream for Billy.” A deep blush started to bleed across your cheeks as, inexplicably, your mind trailed to the thought of this faceless crude man coiling the length of fabric around your neck and using the ends as reins to drag you back to meet the movement of his hips as he fucks into you, you being unable to do much more than take it.  Another pornographic moan of pure pleasure came from the phone, followed by a dark growl of a laugh that was cut off by him placing the receiver down.

As always when the moaner ended his calls, everyone was silent for a beat or two before, as expected, Barb broke it “He’s getting more creative.” “Barb.” Jess sighed. “What? At least he’s putting effort into it now.” “You’re so insensitive.” Clare sighed, no one noticing as you wandered back to your chair and your soup. “Like hell I am.” “He blatantly threatened Y/N.” Jess said, a little more forcefully. “If you think that’s a threat then I really pity Peter.” “Wait, where’s Y/N?” Rebecca said, only just audible to you from the living room. Her and the others came in quickly to see you sat quite cosily with a spoon in your mouth. “Hey.” You said, slightly muffled around the utensil and quite well hiding how flustered you were. “Are you okay?” Jess asked with that worried frown she did so well. “Yea.” You shrugged casually “He’s just a creep, I’m not going to let him get to me.” “Are you sure?” “Of course she’s sure. She’s stronger than any gross shit he can say.” Your smile was, considering the situation, quite sweet towards the girls. “Thanks, Barb. Let’s just forget the weirdo, and carry on.”

But you didn’t forget about him. It was a dirty secret even to yourself, that sometimes after his dirty calls you’d end up touching yourself to the thought of a perverted stranger groaning depraved things as he fucked you like he promised; you always told yourself that of course it wasn’t the mysterious caller you were imagining but it was getting trickier to do.

You were one of the first to bed, using your busy day as a quick exit without more questions on if you were okay. More than thrilled to finally be alone and undisturbed (though you loved the girls), you stripped totally and changed into your sleep shorts and a large shirt before snuggling under the covers. As you lay in the darkness, the moaner’s words echoed again in your head: they were disgusting, obscene and violent and repulsive, but you still found the image coming to you so clearly yet again. Your hands absently came to your breasts and started to pinch and stroke and tease your nipples for some form of dull pleasure as you felt a heat begin to flower between your thighs. You tried to recall Billy’s voice as he called you pretty , as he called you –all of you- sluts and whores, as he said that you were all sweet little cunts waiting to be fucked, all the filthy things he’d terrify the girl’s hearts with in the day and torment your mind with at night.

One hand snaked into your shorts and trailed down to your entrance, surprising yourself with how wet you already were. As you started to rub your clit, eyes falling closed and gasps escaping your throat, you didn’t notice the crack in the closet door widen a little, or the eye peeking out and trained on your covered body, or the gentle sound of skin rutting against skin or the low breaths, you were too caught up in your mounting pleasure and the fantasy intruder touching you and restricting not only your movement but your breathing. Experimentally, your hand came up to curl around your throat just to feel. You couldn’t tighten your grip as much as you’d like, not without surrendering your ability to touch yourself, but what limited pressure you could give only seemed like a tease in your fantasy; a false sense of security and softness before he pulled the ribbon taut and wrapped it around his fist to pound you as he said he would, making you his piggy slut. It was, surprisingly, the thought of him growling your name that brought you over the edge. And, while you didn’t scream his name, a laboured moan of “Billy” did slip from your lips. Yes, shame did take over eventually as you were cleaning yourself up, but it wasn’t as if anyone knew.

But only if you knew, as the figure waited until you were asleep before leaving his hiding spot in the closet and retreating back into the attic, with a cotton souvenir snatched from the top of your hamper.

The next morning, you adorned your neck with a black and hot-pink striped bow and quietly pattered down the stairs. Today you weren’t out so quickly, so you could have some breakfast and actually enjoy your coffee. As you wandered past the stairs to the living room with a slice of toast in your mouth, the phone rang. As you all seemed to, almost forgetting Him, you answered with an innocent “Hello?” Only to be greeted with those deep growly moans yet again. Traitorous heat flared up between your thighs at the animal sounds. “Your pussy smells so good. I want to taste it, want to lick it….Oh, want to lick it.” Nothing much out of the ordinary then. You’d feign disinterest, hang up, and keep his babbled filth in your mind for later. Leaning against the table, you bit the inside of your lip and listened to the typical repeated snorted and snarling and promises to make you scream and to ruin you with his cock.

He got no reply, evidently, so changed it up with a dark chuckle “You look very pretty when you cum.” It only shocked you, at first, how clear he was speaking. You hadn’t heard him ever sound anything but distorted and monstrous “Like such a desperate slut, with your hand around your throat and moaning for Billy.” You didn’t mean to gasp but how could you help it. The moaner had been in the house, in your room, as you were masturbating, to thoughts of him. That little noise pulled a laugh from Billy “Yes, I saw you. You like Billy, don’t you? You want Billy to fuck your hungry cunt.” With your eyes squeezed closed, you shifted and pressed your thighs together tightly. There was so much fucked up about this, least of all the voyeuristic intruder hiding in your bedroom, but you were still terrifyingly turned on by him “Don’t you want me to fuck you?” When you didn’t answer after a few seconds, you heard a growl “Don’t you?!” “Yes.” “Keep your door open a little for me tonight.” Then he hung up, leaving you gormless for a few seconds before you put the phone down.

There was no way that this was real. He was just chatting shit, to shake you and get his sick kicks from it. He would have said that to any of you, he probably didn’t even know the names of any of you. So you shook the conversation out of your head and went back to getting ready for the day, insistent on forgetting the call.

Of course, just as the night before, you didn’t forget. It stuck with you all day, through your job and as you came back to the house and started studying (it may have been winter break but that didn’t mean you could slack off) and even through the bit of drama that flared up between Barb and Mrs Mac. For the second night in a row, you excused yourself to bed early. The girls noticed “Are you feeling okay?” Claire asked just as you stood to leave. “Hmm? Yea, of course. I’ve just been…Having a hard time staying asleep. I thought that if I go to bed earlier, even if I wake up a lot, I’ll get more sleep.” It did little to stop the worried looks on their faces but you were allowed up to bed at least.

It was ridiculous that you hesitated closing the door, but you were…curious. The likelihood of Him actually behind here was quite low, so why would you leave the door open? But then what would the harm be to leave it open just a little? You felt ridiculous for actually leaving the door open, barely enough to be noticed, yet you still did and quickly undressed for bed. Rather than slipping on another pair of cosy shorts or pants, though you had plenty, you chose to instead go completely bottom-less beneath your large shirt as you crawled into bed. For about an hour and a half until you fell asleep, every noise made your ears perk up; the creak of the stairs as the other girls came up to bed, the doors squeaking when they’d tiptoe down the hall, every groan of the walls and the pipes put you on edge. When the door opened a little, you waited with a thumping heart just for a few seconds before turning towards it.

Claude was there, looking up at you sweetly and licking his little nose. You groaned and got up instantly “Get out of my room, kitty. Go.” A ‘mmph!’ of distain came from the fluffball as you urged him out of your room and down the hall a little “Go cuddle Mrs Mac.” Barb’s door opened, making you shoot up and pull your shirt down a little to cover your dignity. Barb stepped out twice before she noticed you, leaning against the wall with a slight smirk. “Oh, wow. Do you usually sleep like that?” “Uh, no. Can you just-“ “-Is there someone in your room?”  She teased as she moved to peak into your room, making you frown. “No.” “Are you waiting for someone?” “Piss off, Barb.” You pouted as a blush started to creep over your cheeks, quickly scuttling away into your room as her laugh trailed behind you. You didn’t close your door all the way, looking towards it almost hopefully until you finally fell asleep.

It seemed like not even a minute before you were woken up, being turned onto your stomach slowly. You didn’t even open your eyes until the first press of lips against your neck. It was totally dark, and you could feel the weight of someone at your back “Such a dirty slut.” How did his voice sound even hotter, fuck. His hands slowly slid down your back, bunching the blanket down as he did “Waiting for Billy like this, you’re a naughty piggy.” When his hands came to your hips, bare of the shirt that had ridden up a little, he looked down almost shocked before he gripped your hips tightly  “All ready for me? You really do want Billy.” His lips came to your ear and he growled “Are you wet as well?” Teasingly slow, his hand traced from your hip to your ass, leaving a harsh spank there before trailing down between your thighs to part your pussy lips and draw his middle finger across your slit.

Even you were surprised at how wet you were already, and Billy evidently appreciated it if his moan was any indication “Naughty teasing slut.” He punctuated his degradation by pushing two fingers roughly into you. It probably would have hurt, more than just stung as it did, if you weren’t as turned on as you were, and you let out a gasp of a moan as you gripped the pillow tightly. Instantly he set a brutal pace of fucking you with his fingers, not even bothering to try and find your sweet spot. “Billy, fuck.” You whined, trying to shift just slightly and raise your hips, to get him deeper.  He chuckled and pulled his fingers back a little more “Billy.” His other hand, at your pathetic whimper, moved from your hip and you heard him fumbling with his trousers. “Do you want it? Do you want me to fill your pretty piggy cunt with this cock?” “Fuck yes.” He chuckled darkly before moving back a little and pulling your hips up just enough to trail the head of his cock across your pussy.

There was no tease, no suspense, hardly any anticipation before he deemed you both ready and first pushed into you. Just the feeling of the tip breeching into you was perfect; you hadn’t had sex in longer than you cared to say, and just this much of him showed you that he really would be filling you. The further he moved inside you, the more laboured his breathing got until his hips were flush against yours. He laid himself over your back and spattered biting kisses across your neck and what was exposed of your shoulder. His hair fell in front of your face, soft and light, as he just stayed still against you “You’re so hot and wet, fuck.” Had you not been trying to adjust to the feeling yourself, you would have realised how wrecked he sounded. Later, when looking back on it, you would realise and wonder just how long it had been for him. Though he started rocking his hips slowly, it didn’t take too long for him to really begin fulfilling his promises. Each slight thrust was enough to shift the bed a little, nevermind make your eyes flutter and your grip tighten on your pillow as you smothered moans into it. With one hand stuck on your hip, his other curled around to your stomach before snaking upwards to grope your breast. Another animal growl came from him as you moaned his name and tried to rocked back against him, his fingers closing around the hard peak of your nipple. Your position didn’t allow you to really do much however, other than arch your back and whine desperately. Through the haze of pleasure in your mind you managed to moan out “Harder.” “Yes. I’ll make you scream, little piggy.”

“Y/N.” You said as he pulled away and started to rise up onto his knees. He paused and you could almost hear him frown. “What?” “My name, is Y/N.” He was still again for a beat or two. “You’d like to hear me say it?” “Yes. You like it when I say yours.” You duck your head and put on a pouty voice, playfully worried “Don’t you, Billy?” “Dirty girl.” He growled, gripping your hips tightly and pulling you to him. You had to raise yourself onto your elbows so you didn’t hit your face on the mattress. In a second, he’d filled you entirely again, seeming to accidentally hit your sweet spot “Filthy, filthy slut. Ma…making Billy think... Naughty things.” Another, now purposeful, roll of his hips distracted you enough that you didn’t notice him reach over to your nightstand and take a ribbon from your collection. Just briefly, he bent over you again and slowly turned your face towards him. You could barely see any detail of his face, just a silhouette “Do you want it harder, Y/N?” A shudder ran up your spine at how he said your name. “Yes, Billy, please.” He chuckled and said nothing before guiding you into a biting kiss.

Near instantly after pulling away, he wrapped the ribbon around your neck; just tight enough that there was a light pressure but you could still breathe at least. Billy almost seemed to hesitate again before you started to rock back and fuck yourself on him just a little. The second that you did, he pulled you back totally, using the ribbon as reigns, so your hips were flush against his. When he started to finally properly move, slowly at first but reaching so deep, your eyes almost rolled back in your head: He felt so good that you couldn’t help but moan quite loudly, company in the house be damned. Billy didn’t mind, he was making just as much noise and your evident pleasure seemed to spur him on if anything.

The room started to fill with those lewd noises and having them echo back to you just served to make you more flustered; you almost sounded as obscene as the pornos you pretended not to have seen, and were sure you looked just as erotic. After all, he was still fully clothed and your shirt was bundled up just above your navel, not even including the ribbon coiled around your throat. Through it all, you heard Billy mumbling to himself, all you could hear of it was dark growls of your name and the occasional strained ‘fuck’ or ‘cunt’. Eventually he pulled the ribbon taught to pull you up onto your knees, managing to cut your air off in the middle of a moan, making the sound end as an almost violent gag. After that point, you were seemingly nothing but a toy; you couldn’t move any more than clenching your fists in the sheets and curling your toes, your moans were barely audible due to the pressure on your throat, you could hardly whisper encouragements and curses that you hoped he could hear. The harder he treated you, the more vocal he became. “You feel so…f’king good.” He grunted out, broken between deep breaths “God, you’re so wet. Such a….pretty slut, Y/N, I love watching you…so much better than the other girls.” Another tug on the fabric tilted your head back further, to the point that if you looked up enough you could see the silhouette of him behind you. Probably you’d have been able to adjust to the darkness and see a little of what he looked like, but the strain was too much so you just closed your eyes. “Billy.” You breathed, as loud as you could “I want to cum, make me cum, please.” A very pleased noise came from him before he twisted both ends of the ribbon around his hand and snaked the other between your legs to toy with your clit gently. However light the touch was, it was just enough to bring you right to the edge.

You trembled from head to toe as your end just kept building up higher and higher. One of your hands came back to grab the ribbon and pull it just a little, hoping that would give you some release. Of course Billy caught on and he easily took over: He wrapped even more of the ribbon around his hand until his knuckles almost touched the back of your neck. In one fluid motion, he pulled you up to his chest, the ribbon cutting off each attempt to breathe. All it took was one more perfect thrust before you came. It was so much stronger than…any you’d had in months. His breathing was quite shallow and his hold on you tight, he seemed to have some difficulty holding back as you came down from your peak. He didn’t last too long after that, whining your name desperately as he hurriedly pulled out of you and spilled his release over the back of your thighs. His lips feel to your neck and spattered kisses along the pink mark that had already started blooming across your neck as he unwrapped the now loose ribbon. You were glad to breathe again but surprisingly more content at the touches Billy was giving you. That didn’t last too long.

“Naughty Billy.” He suddenly muttered to himself, pulling away “Made a mess.” You whined a little when he moved off the bed but he was soon back and cleaning up your thighs. You lay down almost as soon as he was done, exhausted and already feeling slightly sore. Billy didn’t say much more before leaving, and you feel asleep with a smile on your face just a second after hearing the attic door close.

[adoredmarigold]

not really a headcanon, but in scream 2 they try to make Sidney (or are convincing her? trying to? Never really 100% sure what they were doing) a sorority girl, considering i've watched black christmas one too many times, and now i'm obsessed with scream atm - my mind immediately went to a scenario where Sidney lives at a sorority house with Jess, Barb, Phyl, Clare etc. I mean personally I'd think it'd be interesting to see Sidney react to Billy (lenz) cause A) has the same name as her ex-boyfriend B) The calls. I mean she has experience of getting threats over the phone, what about just a manic blabbering incoherent nonsense? (and eerily right in their attic)

I've been thinking abt this way too much, alright, bye

Anon I wanna let you know this made me crackship Jess x Sidney now

Assuming this is saying Sid has already dealt with Ghostface and is now having to deal with Billy she’d probably be over him as soon as he started talking. She just hears his bullshit babbles and is like 😒

The whole situation still stresses her out though and she vent to the girls about her relationship with Billy and what happened when she was in highschool. Jess would be able to relate to Sid’s relationship troubles since her relationship with Peter isbless than ideal. Sid and Jess would get along very well I feel like.

Also once Sid found out Billy was in the attic it’s over for him, she’s throwing his ass out the window.