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MASKED GHOSTFACE

Every inch Series. You have your way with Ghostface while he's knocked out, setting off a wild, smutty ride. Movie trailer by carminepoison.

Rat in a cage One shot. Trapped in a freezing university lab, you and Ghostface reach a temporary truce to stay warm.

Domestication One shot. You get stuck in the pet door trying to escape Ghostface, and he noncons you while you're stuck.

Double vision - Ghostface & fem Ghostface. One shot. You wake up kidnapped and get double-teamed: smothered in ghostface pussy then stuffed with ghostface cock.

Blurbs: Jealous of your date | Waking up cold

BILLY LOOMIS

Prescott House Bed & Breakfast One shot. You stay the night in Sidney's haunted childhood home and Billy comes through the window.

The Leak | Murderbait Two shot, so far. Years after a mistrial, Billy Loomis is your sleazy landlord. He violates your privacy, but he's so fucking hot.

[goreyskeleton]

Meme made by me. Reblog don’t repost

[knotghost]

Me and the Devil

Has anyone made an au like this where they're lwk mini devil-like creatures or am I just tweaking

[lucycore]

What I think the Slashers kinks would be

₊˚ ✧ ‿︵‿୨୧‿︵‿ ✧ ₊ ˚ ☁️🔪☁️ ₊˚ ✧ ‿︵‿୨୧‿︵‿ ✧ ₊˚₊

Includes: Michael myers, Chucky, Jason voorhees, Jack torrance, Brahms, John kramer, Billy loomis and Freddy Krüger

⚠️Smut obviously

˚˖𓍢ִ໋☁️✧˚.🔪༘⋆˚˖𓍢ִ໋☁️✧˚.🔪༘⋆˚˖𓍢ִ໋☁️✧˚.🔪༘⋆˚˖𓍢ִ໋☁️✧˚.🔪⋆˚˖𓍢ִ໋☁️✧˚.🔪༘

Michael 🔪

Well knife play obviously right? He would love to let it run over your soft skin and maybe even cut you with it a little

Also stalking..He would sneak up to your window and watch you change and such. Follow you around also making sure you're okay and safe.

Chucky 🔪

Two things: In his human form he would like it Vanilla, so just good old fashioned Sex, maybe handcuffs if he feels lil freaky

In his doll form I'm thinking of Predator and Prey..Yk haunting you around the house and when he finds you he would tie you up like in 'seed of chucky'.

JayJay aka Jason 🏕

He loves the outdoors..Not being seen by anyone but just doing it outside in the woods or by the lake. Like Chucky he would be highly into Predator and Prey and haunt you around the woods, then "attack" you and fuck you there.

One of the reasons why he likes the outside is cuz he doesn't want his mom to notice cuz she hates sex after what happened and wouldn't want her special boy to do such things.

Jack 🪓

Shit I know I'm using it wayyy to often but these are serial killers and that's what they like most. You guessed it. Predator and Prey. 😂 I mean you're in a big hotel with many rooms and he's bored so he went for it. He would love haunting you with his axe and slowly with his heavy steps walk past a closet where you were hiding. You could hear him dragging his hurt leg.

Also Cnc. Now that's a bit much for some I think but it's pretty much a kink/play that simulates grape.

Brahms:

Say it with me: Mommykink.

I don't think I need to explain much here, right? He is a little sub and has abandonment issues so he would be very clingy around you and let you lead him not only during the day but also in the bedroom. That's all.

John:

Hell Idk..I should ask the Saw fandom to do it for me.

But no in all seriousness I think he would like the daddykink. Just bc he is older and has fatherly instincts which leads also to the praise kink. He would tell you how good you were and how proud he is of you while stroking your hair having you on his lap. Simple and cute ><

Billy:

Shit idek 😭😂 but I think gun play maybe? Making you nervous with it and running it over your skin like Michael with his knife.

Wait now that I'm thinking about it..Probably bondage. He would love to tie you up and try new techniques, then watch your body proudly with his artwork on it and those many knots.

And last but not least Freddy:

Since he likes creeping around in dreams, he might also fuck you when you're asleep but also use his sharp hands to scratch your skin and scratch words like "slut" on your skin.

[parallelfallout]

Hey Billy Loomis, can we go

Thrift Shopping?

[disturbingstar]

Scream 1996 trivia

• The scene where Billy Loomis throws the phone at Stu and Stu cries out was actually a mistake. Skeet's hands were so slippy from the fake blood, the phone slipped out of his hands and accidentally hit Matthew in the head. His now infamous line was actually improvised, not scripted. Wes decided not to cut that scene out and left it in the movie. The line is, “You hit me with the phone, DICK!”

• Stu, along with Billy, are mentioned in all six films.

• For the penetrating effect of knives, the production used collapsible blades to prevent injury.

• The only film in the franchise where both killers are previously suspected of being the killers.

• Billy quotes killer Norman Bates “We all go a little mad sometimes” and his motive avenging his mother, for abandoning him is similar to that of Jason Voorhees' first kill.

• Drew Barrymore shot all of her scenes in the first five days of production.

• Tatum Riley is the first character to refer to the killer as “Ghostface”.

• Stu is the Ghostface with the weakest motive so far, as he is the only Ghostface who has no motive. It also in its own way makes him one of the scariest killers in the franchise.

• Courteney Cox and David Arquette met and fell in love on the set of this movie. They eventually married but divorced in 2013.

• Stu and Billy are the only same gender Ghostface pairing in the series.

• Kevin Patrick Walls and Justin Whalin were final contenders for the role of Billy Loomis before it was won by Skeet Ulrich, with Walls being given the minor role of Steve Orth.

• During the scene where Sidney drops a TV on Stu's head, Neve Campell (Sidney) and Matthew Lillard (Stu) ad-libbed the lines, "I always had a thing for ya, Sid!" (Matthew) and "In your dreams" (Neve).

• The cheerleader in the washroom scene was played by Skeet Ulrich's girlfriend.

• When the killer smashes his head through a window and Casey hits him in the face with the phone, Wes Craven is actually wearing the costume and was really hit in the face.

[tatumsversion13]

i need a friend group that’s obsessed with scream so we can watch all the scream movies together and act like we don’t know who the killer is, analyze every character, share our scream inspired playlists and fanart, and read stuilly fanfiction to each other like bedtime stories

[gethighdropacidneverdie]

[nolovelingers]

WES HICKS AS YOUR BOYFRIEND ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

headcanons — // cw ! : some swearing ,, nsfw at the bottom ,, mostly just fluff + im in denial ab his death

WES HICKS AS YOUR BOYFRIEND . . . is the exact definition of puppy love seen in teenagers.

he’s liked you for as long as he can remember and there isn’t a single unpleasant memory of you in his mind. he was always scared to make a move but that doesn’t mean the feelings weren’t there.

his body seemed to naturally tilt in your direction when you were in a room together, and his attention would dart entirely to you when you spoke up. he listened closely to everything you said, encouraging your stories, asking questions and overall being an avid listener.

he was your biggest supporter and number one fan. he always felt so tingly and had a light feeling in his heart when you would smile at him or even grace your knuckles against his skin.

that being said, the day he asked you out and you actually said yes, he was stunned. fully embracing for your rejection and the humiliation that comes afterwards, he thought for a moment he must be dreaming.

wes is the sweetest boy you’ve ever met and a natural gentleman. holding doors open for you, helping you carry your bags when shopping, braiding a section of your hair for you and planting kisses to the back of your hand.

he’s also extremely supportive and a well educated man. thanks to growing up in a household with just his mother he’s more in touch with his sensitive side and knows a great deal about the female body.

very well spoken. wes is great at expressing how he is feeling with his words, his struggle is when it comes to actually saying them. he gets nervous about speaking up about how he feels sometimes but when he does he’s very clear about it all.

hicks is more of a stay in and enjoy each others company kind of guy, he loves having alone time with you, but he’ll have fun anywhere so long as you’re next to him.

you guys have tons of random cute dates that are more like married couple activities. going grocery shopping, getting a car fixed together, going to the gym, heading to the pharmacist, etc. wes is just always there and you guys do solo activities as a duo.

of course that doesn’t mean you guys won’t go out on the normal cute coupley dates. wes loves to go to carnivals, fairs and the arcade and you often find yourself making frequent visits to similar settings.

there’s no honeymoon phase with wes because he acts exactly the same throughout the relationship as he treats you at the start. he opens doors for you, walks you to class, always pays the bill, surprises you with small gifts, and pretty much makes you his top priority.

he’s liked girls before and has been in talking stages but he’s never been in a serious relationship like the one you’re in now so he puts his absolute all into it. he loves spoiling you so much by doing things like making you a gift basket or doing your homework for you after you fall asleep, from things ranging to gifts to acts of service.

you can see the way he feels about you just by the look in his eyes. he always has a permanent toothless smile painted on his face when you’re around and his eyes glisten and practically sparkle when they look at you. you can very easily see the love in his eyes, especially when you start talking.

he can be pretty shy when it comes to pda but he won’t mind small things like holding hands or a quick peck to the lips. he doesn’t like to be too touchy when out in the open and prefers to keep the physical part of your relationship for behind closed doors when it’s just the two of you.

wes holds you to such a high pedestal. you are literally never incorrect in his mind. if someone tries to say otherwise he is fast to jump in and defend your name like you were actually about to get canceled online for something serious, even if it was just because you solved a math question wrong and someone corrected you. he would rediscover math in a way that would make you right.

i dont see him as using social media very much, he probably has your initial and a <3 next to it in his Instagram bio at the least though.

your protector. you will never find someone who genuinely cares about your mental and physical being so much. he is always looking after you, whether you’re having a bad day with thoughts or if your life is actively in danger, he’s the one to count on.

he is constantly asking if you’re okay. if he notices your vibe is just a little bit off he will text you a short paragraph later on asking what’s up even if nothing is wrong.

honestly very sensitive when it comes to you. you matter the most to him out of everyone and so he clings off every sentence you say. like if you compliment his appearance one day and then don’t the next, the next day all he’ll think about is how he probably looked ugly. or if you jokingly make fun of one of his shirts for being plain you will find that he never wears that shirt again. he just wants to impress you.

you have so much power over him because of how much effort he’s putting into the relationship. he genuinely sees his whole future with you and has pictured the wedding and everything.

everything reminds him of you. you will get texts throughout the day of pictures he took of something random or links to things with a ‘this made me think about you’ text.

he loves sending you pictures of the sky. i can imagine him snapping a photo almost every other day and sending it to you, talking about how pretty the sunrise or sunset looked that day.

he’s not a very jealous boyfriend but he is insecure. he doesn’t get upset over you or mad at the person he’s jealous about but rather becomes very critical of himself. thinking about how he’s not good enough for you, how you and whoever would look so much better together, that he’s too boring for you, wtv.

having your go-to artists together. you and wes definitely have picked at least 1-5 musicians and bands that you listen to everytime your together. or certain songs that makes you think of each other. does anyone else get the vibe he’d listen to tv girl?

you both have a ritualistic habit of texting goodnight and good morning. the good morning texts are usually never an issue, but there have been times he sleep deprives himself at night waiting on your response to his goodnight while you’re already sound asleep and just forgot to respond. he usually passes out early anyway though, i dont imagine wes to be the type to stay up super late normally. he probably has a normal sleeping schedule, like anywhere from 9 to 11 pm.

having your own shows and movies you watch together are a must. wes is a huge fan of all of the classic blockbusters, like star wars, the godfather, sappy shit like titanic or notebook, wizard of oz, et, groundhog day, etc.

studying together! both library dates and going over to each others houses. the thing with wes is that if you say you’re studying, you’re studying. he is actually a good student and tries very hard with schoolwork, taking it seriously. this is not to say that you being there won’t distract him on occasion, because it definitely will, and you definitely have the power to pull his mind away, but he will ultimately actually try to do work. and don’t expect anything besides maybe a 3 minute make out sesh before he’s working again.

every special occasion is spent together. all holidays you’re invited into his home with open arms, and if you’re not able to go over to his hes negotiating any way for him to be able to attend whatever you were doing. whether it’s for halloween or fourth of july, he wants to spend the day with you.

texting all the time. literally all the time; on top of hanging out all the time. you guys are always talking, and he loves to text you and be informed about gossip or anything going on in your day. he will grasp for any details he can get.

he is SO ATTENTIVE when you are upset, on your cycle, angry, having an episode, etc. like seriously, it’s like he always knows what to say or ask to make you feel better. and hes always more than prepared to make a quick trip to a nearby store for some snacks or a cheap card game or something to take your mind off things.

going over to each others houses even if the other wasn’t home yet. his mom even offered to just make you a spare key and has gotten used to you entering her house before her own son does to go lay in his bed till he got home. hes comfortable letting you just wait in his room for him, and you get the chance to be nosy and snoop if you want while also enjoying the coziness of your boyfriends room; so win win!!!!!

oh matching pajamas FOR SURE! hes definitely a sucker for having a shared fuzzy pjs set, especially when you get to wear them out or to college. and when you guys are matching you bet hes gonna want to hold your hand the entire day, just so that anyone who saw you guys in case they didn’t get the memo before that you were together would now…..

definitely much more talkative when it’s just the two of you. when you guys are out with other friends hes more reserved and will just stick to your side, only really talking to you and even then will be less vocal as you guys are out. but the moment it’s just the two of you he is so much more expressive and open.

hes got a photo album of you that he loves to look at; on top of having you as his homescreen, and probably a few polaroids up of the two of you on his bedroom walls.

NSFW !!

DUDE!!!! AFTERCARE GALORE!!!! THIS MAN HAS BEEN RAISED RIGHT AND PROPER!!!!

he is so attentive to your needs and what you want, and the whole experience he spends tending to you and making sure you feel comfortable.

puts a pillow under ur back ❤️.

loves to let you be a pillow princess. hes a soft dom for sure, though wouldn’t mind letting you take charge from time to time if that’s what you wanted. but he loves taking care of you and doing all of the work so he gets to see your every reaction

i see him as probably sort of whiney in bed. he’ll try to bury his head in a pillow or your neck while hes fucking you to stifle his noises

loves giving. like ofc he’ll happily receive, but he genuinely enjoys giving more than he does receiving. he loves giving you head and servicing you, knowing hes the one who’s making your body feel so good just drives him fucking wild

he could do it for the entire day if he could. just lapping you up for hours and hours while you beg for him to give you a break.

always prepared, always uses protection (unless you ask!), and always has the necessary materials nearby.

big cuddler after as well. he just wants to hold you and go the fuck to sleep once you guys are both taken care of

started 8.07.23. finished 11.10.24.

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[liver-alone1996]

HAHAHAHA LOOK AT THIS FUNNY PIC OF @billy-loomis1996 GUYS!

[gingerteafairy]

𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐒

billy loomis x fem!reader

summary: he's always caring for you.

tags n warnings: SMUT/MDNI, dubcon, blood, dead dove do not eat (nothing new to scream fans tho), gore, knife play, choking, rope, mirror sex. word count: 3.6k

"Did you like the gift I gave you?" The voice asked from the other end of the line, laced with an amused, almost melodic tone.

A small smile crossed your lips as you looked at the heart-shaped box resting on the table. Your fingers slid over the delicate wrapping, feeling the texture of the paper, while your eyes captured the note taped to the lid.

"Was it from you?" you asked, tilting your head slightly, your eyes dancing over the newspaper-cut letters forming a meticulously arranged sentence. "This is getting a little too romantic for my taste."

Your fingers glided over the note before picking it up, turning it between your hands. The weight of those cut-out words carried a strange familiarity.

It had been a while since the calls from an unknown number went from an annoyance to a nightly ritual. What once seemed like the plot of a horror movie now strangely filled a void you barely knew how to name. The voice on the other end, as smooth as a spell, was like a mist wrapping around your thoughts.

"Be mine forever?" you read aloud, raising an eyebrow. "How cliché."

"I can be a little cliché for you." He chuckled on the other end, his laugh slow and enticing, as if he could feel every shift in your expression. "Open the box. Don't be scared, I put a little bit of my heart in there."

Your lips parted, hesitation and curiosity dancing across your face. With a soft sigh, you pushed the note aside and carefully slid the lid off the box.

Your eyes met a white rose, its petals painted red with a viscous ink that glistened under the bedroom light. A subtle shiver ran down your spine. You lifted the flower, twirling it between your fingers, feeling the slightly sticky texture of the ink.

"Well, I have to admit this is genuine material." Your voice came out in a playful tone, but your gaze remained fixed on the crimson details dripping down the petals. "It really looks like blood."

"Have you ever read Alice in Wonderland?" he whispered, his voice sounding far too close, as if he were right beside you.

You closed your eyes for a brief moment, absorbing the hypnotic melody in his tone.

"Yes, I have."

"Do you remember the part where the Queen of Hearts painted the roses with the blood of foolish subjects?”

You parted your lips slightly, still twirling the flower between your fingers. The bottom of the box was red, stained unevenly, as if the ink were still fresh.

"Are you telling me you did this, Mister Mysterious?" you teased, resting your elbow on the table and placing the rose back into the box with a smirk, your eyes never leaving the small gift.

The silence on the other end of the line stretched a second longer than it should have. Your heart gave a small leap.

Then, he laughed.

Low. Sinister. Dangerous.

And for some reason, it made your skin tingle.

“Say goodbye to your abusers, my love.” He hummed. Your hands shook as you opened the false bottom of the box. A tuft of torn hair and eyes you knew so well. The scalp of your ex and the eye of his affair, your best friend.

The world seemed to slow down. Your breath caught in your throat as you stared at the body lying in front of you, red spilling across the floor in a cruel contrast against the white tiles.

"Oh my God." Your voice came out weak, a whisper broken by disbelief.

"Well deserved. She was such a backstabbing bitch." He laughed on the other end, casual, as if he were commenting on the weather.

You took a step back, horror spreading through your body like an electric current. Your hands trembled as they tried to wipe the red stain from your nightgown, but the blood wouldn’t come off, clinging to your skin like a filthy memory.

"I… I… why…" Your voice failed, your eyes wide as your mind refused to process.

"Oh, sweetheart. Are you shaking from excitement? It’s common. Don’t worry."

A shiver ran down your spine, your muscles tightening with pure instinct to run. Your gaze darted across the room, searching for any escape, any sign that this was just a twisted nightmare.

"How do you know I’m shaking?" you choked out, your voice a thin thread of desperation. Your chest rose and fell in quick, shallow breaths, struggling to contain the panic threatening to consume you.

"I’m always watching you. The fact that you’re so unaware of it makes you even more irresistible."

Your stomach twisted. The room around you seemed to shrink, the walls closing in on you. Every shadow became a threat, every crack a window for eyes you couldn’t see.

Your body moved before your mind could. You spun on your heels, stumbling toward the kitchen. Your desperate fingers yanked open the nearest drawer, rummaging through utensils until they found something solid—something sharp. Your hand gripped the biggest knife it could find.

"A knife?" He smiled on the other end of the line, his voice laced with something perversely amused. "Now this is getting exciting."

The way he spoke… as if he were savoring your reaction, every tremor, every restrained breath.

Your chest tightened. In a sharp motion, you hung up the phone, as if that could sever him from your reality. Your legs moved before you could think, rushing out of the kitchen, away from the feeling of being exposed. You squeezed yourself into a small, windowless room.

Your hands trembled so much that you almost dropped your phone while trying to dial. The numbers came out jumbled, your vision blurred by unshed tears.

But you did it.

"Hello? Please, I’m being stalked. There’s a stranger watching me."

"Ma’am, please. Calm down. What is your emergency?"

"I just told you!" Your voice cracked, your breathing erratic. You ran a hand over your face, trying to keep the tears at bay. "There’s someone watching me! He killed two people, and I think he’s coming to kill me!"

"Yes, I understand. Can you identify the suspect?"

"Identify?! How? I’m not stepping outside to get a good look at him!"

Your patience snapped, fear spilling into your voice. You hung up and shoved the phone into your pocket, your chest rising and falling in uneven gasps.

Curling yourself into the corner of the closet, you wrapped your arms around your legs, rocking back and forth instinctively, searching for some kind of comfort in the repetitive motion. Your lips moved in whispered prayers, anything to push away the creeping terror coiling around your mind.

Then, a sound.

A creak.

The front door.

You froze. Your heart pounded in your chest, fast, erratic, so loud you could swear he would hear it.

A hand instinctively flew to your mouth, muffling your ragged breaths.

Footsteps.

Slow.

Deliberate.

Like boots clicking against the floor. Like drops from a faucet dripping into the suffocating silence.

"You can't hide forever, sweetheart." The voice was close. And then came the whistle. Slow. Amused.

"Here, kitty, kitty. Where are you, little cat? My Cheshire kitten."

With every passing second, the footsteps grew louder. He was close. Too close.

Your blood froze the instant a sharp glint flashed in the corner of your eye. Before you could react, the closet door creaked open, long and menacing.

He found you.

A tall man, draped in a black cloak, his face hidden behind a Halloween mask. The cruel gleam of his knife caught the dim light of the room, dancing in an almost hypnotic rhythm.

"What’s wrong, my love? You look like you’ve seen a ghost."

Your chest heaved in a violent gasp before a scream tore from your throat. High. Sharp. Desperate.

No escape.

He lunged fast, strong hands yanking you from your hiding spot. But in the reflex of terror, your arm shot up—the cold blade of the knife you held meeting the flesh of his arm.

He let out a snarl, a mix of surprise and pain, releasing you instantly. His hand flew to the wound, dark blood staining the sleeve of his coat.

This was your chance.

Your body moved before your mind could. You bolted through the house, feet stumbling in your rush, eyes darting frantically for another place to hide. But there was nowhere to run.

Panic swelled in your chest, squeezing your lungs. You tried to dash toward the kitchen—maybe grab another weapon, another chance at defense.

No, that wasn’t going to happen.

You ran for your bedroom. If you could just lock the door—there, you’d be safe—

But then you felt his arms wrap around you.

A firm, immobilizing grip. A knife at your throat—the same one you had used to pierce his flesh.

"You’re more like the White Rabbit, sweetheart. Always in a rush. ‘I’m late, I’m late.’ That annoys me so much..." he taunted, his voice dripping with perverse amusement.

He pulled you even closer, his warmth starkly contrasting the suffocating cold of the mask that brushed against your skin.

"I still haven’t heard a thank you for the gift I gave you."

Your stomach churned.

"You’re sick." You spat the words, struggling against him, but he only laughed, utterly unfazed by your resistance. "Let me go."

"Sick?" The amusement in his voice was almost worse than the threat. "You’re the one who wanted them both dead. Caught them in your house, remember? I just did what you wanted."

Your eyes widened, your mind struggling to process the weight of his words.

"I just want a thank you in return," he whispered against your ear, the icy metal of his knife gliding slowly along your cheek. "What do you say? It’s the least I deserve."

Your heart pounded against your ribs. You needed to get out of there. Taking a shaky breath, you swallowed the bitter taste of fear.

"Thank you." The words came out barely above a whisper.

He didn’t loosen his grip.

"Didn’t hear you, bunny."

Your throat tightened.

"Thank you," you repeated, louder this time, your breath coming in sharp gasps.

The hold around you, however, only tightened. Before you could react, he grabbed your wrists and, with a swift, practiced motion, secured your hands behind your back with a zip tie.

You gasped, tugging against the restraint.

"Why? I already thanked you!"

He tilted his head, his cold mask pressing against your skin once more.

"I’m sorry, my love," his voice dropped to a venomous whisper. "But you need to learn that people have different ways of accepting gratitude."

With a firm yank, he turned you to face him.

Your body was frozen. Your mind, a whirlwind of pure terror.

"And I’ve been waiting a long time for this."

The horror within you escalated to a whole new level as he lifted his hands to the mask, pulling it off slowly—like he wanted to savor your reaction.

Your stomach turned. The air caught in your lungs.

When his face was finally revealed, your mind refused to accept it.

"Billy?" Your voice came out shaky, barely audible.

Shock paralyzed every muscle in your body.

Your classmate. The guy you passed in the hallways. The boy who laughed at his friends’ jokes and glanced at you when he thought no one was looking.

He grinned, his expression alight with sick pleasure. His eyes gleamed with delight as he took in your reaction, absorbing every nuance of your fear.

"Now you won’t be late to talk to me, bunny." He sang, his voice dripping with dark amusement.

Before you could react, Billy threw you against the furniture in one sudden movement. Your body slammed into the bed, the impact echoing through the room. You gasped, pain throbbing in your back and your bound arms.

Without thinking, your instincts reacted by kicking, your legs flailing in the air in frantic attempts to free yourself from him. But Billy was faster. His firm hands grabbed your ankles mid-movement, holding them tightly.

He laughed again, cruel amusement oozing from every word.

“Don’t make me tie you up, bunny.” His voice dropped to a slurred whisper. “I know you want this. I saw your history and all your fetishes.”

Your chest rose and fell in panic, your breathing ragged.

“Billy, for God’s sake.” You gasped, pulling uselessly against his grip. “Please, let me go.”

He didn’t let go. Billy’s gaze plunged into yours, dark, intense, dominating. And in that instant, you knew he had no intention of stopping.

“Billy—” You protested, only to receive your mouth covered with the palm of his hand.

“You drive me crazy.” He gasped, lowering his face to inhale the scent on your neck. “You don’t know how angry it made me to see you kiss that fucking idiot when I was right here, wrapped around your finger.”

Billy took a deep breath, as if he wanted to record even the smallest notes of sweat and scent on your skin, planting a strong kiss on your neck. He pulled away, looking at the small mark he left.

“It was torture seeing your neck marked by him. The same marks he left on that little bitch. She wanted to be you so much that she stole your boyfriend.” He spoke softly, looking at your eyes filled with thick tears. “But don’t be sad, my love. She’ll never steal me from you, no one will. I'll kill anyone who tries it.”

All of your screams were muffled by Billy’s hand on your mouth and his firm grip on your ankles. You could see his pants, revealing that he had been throbbing painfully in there for God knows how long. The light-wash pants were darker in one spot, the white shirt clinging to his body. As if the devil was trying to give you to that shameful moment of helpless victimhood creeping into your mind, a lethal poison that made you heat up.

“God, you’re so perfect.” He murmured, watching the way your body molded to that thin nightgown, raised to your belly.

The darker stain on the fabric between your legs revealed your depravity, unlike your body still trying to fight. He released your mouth to slide his palm to your breasts, rigid nipples from the air that entered through the crack in the window mixed to the heat from his hand.

“Billy, please. Don’t do something you’ll regret.” You begged, swallowing hard when he lowered his hands to your belly.

“Regret seeing your belly stuffed with my cock touching your stomach?” He smirked, caressing the skin as if he was already inside. “There’s no fucking way I’ll regret that and apparently you won’t either.”

He was right and you hated yourself for it. You’d always had a crush on Billy Loomis, it was like a virus that never really left your system. Somehow, you felt so attracted to that voice on the phone and a part of you wished it was Billy. The voice that had such an effect on you seemed even stronger close to your face.

“You can’t even hide it.” He chuckled, releasing your ankles and letting them fall open on either side of the bed. Billy stood up and pulled you to the edge of the bed abruptly, causing pain in your arms and your nightgown to rise even higher. “You love being treated this way.”

“No…” you mumbled, feeling him peel off the fabric of your panties down your legs, exposing you to his intense gaze.

“No?” He laughed, driving his hand down your face, guiding his thumb to your mouth, where he pressed it past your lips to the middle of your tongue. You gasped and without thinking, sucked on his finger, soaking. “I know you, bunny. Much more than you know yourself.”

He removed his finger and directed it to your clit, where he massaged the spot with your own saliva, watching you squirm to his touch. Billy laughed in disdain, pressing the circles, brushing the fingers of his other hand against your entrance, bringing them up to the height of your face to make you see your state. Deplorable.

“Stand up.” He commanded and your body took a while to obey and stand on its own feet.

Billy guided you to the vanity where he pushed your torso against the furniture, your breasts being pressed hard against the stable surface. Your nightgown was rolled up and you could feel something thick forcing into your entrance.

“Billy—”

“Shut up.” He interrupted, pushing his entire length in at once until it disappeared completely inside your walls, coercing a high-pitched moan from your throat.

“Billy… that hurt.” You whimpered, receiving only another thrust, rougher than the last in response. “It hurts so much. Don't do it.”

“This is what you deserve for not thanking me.” He growled, pressing his hand into your hair to pull your head up, where you could look at your reflection. “You’re gonna stare at the slut you are. If you let your asshole boyfriend fuck you, you’re gonna let me do the same to you.”

Billy pulled his cock out of you slowly, making you feel every inch of it stretching your walls and coming back in harder, your body moving forward as your tools shook with you. He pulled out once more and it felt like torture, your mouth opened without a sound coming out with the bewitching pleasure of feeling him inside you.

“You’re so quiet now. Am I so good that you can’t think of anything?” He mocked, forcing himself forward once more, faster. You moved your legs, your own excitement dripping. “You’re welcoming me so fucking well. It’s almost like you were expecting this to happen.”

His free hand went to your ass, where he gave it a loud slap. You bit your lower lip, hard enough to draw blood. The burning sensation smoothed soon after a caress that was placed on your red mark before he started going faster.

“Billy, Billy… stop, please.” You sobbed, rolling your eyes at the pressure on your sensitive spot, your moans becoming uncontrollable at this point. “Fuck, Billy. No. No. No. Good, good. Okay, on my— Billy.”

“You’re moaning like a slut.” He mocked, forcing your face down, but still at an angle where you could see yourself drooling on the wooden table, his gaze on your reflection. “You’re no good. You’re crazy about my cock. Tell me, is this what you wanted all along. Is this what you thought when that asshole fucked you— Fuck, so delicious. This pussy was made for me.”

He paused, lowering himself, pressing his panting chest against your bare back, his breath hot in your ear. He felt deeper in this position, the sound of skin on skin slapping like a sinful symphony in that room.

“Look at you… so beautiful welcoming me, rolling those eyes the way you did when I played with you.” He chuckled, kissing your sweaty cheek, sliding his tongue into your mouth to collect your blood. “I doubt that cocksucker made you cum. Did he? Tell me the truth, baby.”

“I—I don’t… I don’t know…” you mumbled, sticking your ass up to receive more of him, who crawled his hand up your thigh to lift it and go even deeper. “Fuck, fuck. Fuck, Billy. God, that. Not like that.”

“I’m gonna make you cum, I really am— I’m gonna make you squirt all over me so much that I’ll feel you squeezing me until I leave, with your pathetic—fuck—scent spread all over my cock so I can smell you for days.” He grunted, moving his mouth to your ear, nipping your earlobe. The emchanting metallic taste of the small earring mixed with your blood. “I want to destroy you, just like you’ve done to me all this time. Leave you with nothing, only thinking about me. Only. About. Me.”

“Billy, I’m feeling…” you cried out, your body shaking like a shockwave passing through your veins. He quickly pulled out of you and turned you around, placing you on top of the vanity.

“I’m not done yet.” He hummed, wrapping his fingers around his hard cock and sliding easily into your soaking pussy, holding your hips with both hands to resume his impetuous rhythm. “Do you really think I’d let you cum without me telling you everything?”

“No, no— I didn’t. No.” You moaned, pulling him closer with your legs wrapped around his hips, his abdomen punishing your clit with his movements.

“Wrong answer, darling.” He sneered, leaning into your face. “I’d let you cum on my cock whenever you wanted,bunny. You’d make me your fucktoy and I’d fuck you whenever you wanted. Now… tell me, do you want to cum?”

“I want it, I want it. I want it so bad. Please, Billy. Let me cum.” You begged, the knot in your stomach becoming unbearable to hold back as your spots were stimulated.

He licked his lips, approaching yours for a chaste kiss, looking deep into your eyes. “Cum.”

Your entire body tightened, your head went back and you came undone with a sharp moan, your legs trembling around him. Your head became an immense void, uncontrollable, your walls squeezing him with pleasure with each accelerated pulse.

Billy pulled your head back by your hair and closed the space between your mouths with a kiss, grunting against your lips. He pulled your hips back. You felt a warm liquid spilling onto your thighs, as Billy pulled you closer without breaking the kiss. When Billy stopped pulsing, he broke the kiss, looking at your destroyed face, with every shade of red on your cheeks, neck, lips and body, pressed and marked by him. Perfect.

“You are a hopeless slut,” he murmured, stroking her jaw with his thumb. “That’s exactly why you belong to me.”

[letsyapthenightaway]

Jack Champion my beloved give big girls a chance! Please! Because I swear him with a big girl would be the cutest thing ever!

Jack seems to be cuddly so I know there would be so much of that in the relationship. Even before dating you two would be curled up together. It's one of the things that made people start shipping you both.

I feel like you two would click so quickly, but lowkey you can't help but find some of the things he does cringe at times.

You both are that trend "Casual things I did with my boyfriend before dating" but it's actual stuff.

I already mentioned the cuddling but the first thing fans and people around you both noticed was the glances. He would look at you with such amazement and wonder in his eyes like you could do no wrong, everything about you fascinated him.

Second would be needing to be by each other at all times, if you saw one everyone knew that the other was at least five steps behind them. Jack would also share everything with you, no matter what it was.

Third was the touches it started with casual high fives, fist bumps, and shoulder bumps. Quickly it was long hugs and holding hands at all times then cuddling.

He's your number-one hype man and thinks you're pretty in everything. If you ask him for outfit advice he'd say you look great but give in his input. If you are insecure he can't fathom how and would go off on a silly but serious rant about how he's just so in love with all of you.

If it's the media making you insecure I can see him posting a bunch of Instagram pictures. From him wearing an "I love my girlfriend shirt" but going the extra mile and it has your face printed on it. To posting a picture of him just happy cuddled in between your thick thighs and belly.

[goreyskeleton]

this ship is actually so underrated. Like they would’ve made the PERFECT couple. But nahhhhhh Sidney fell for Billy Boyfucking Loomis WHO IS LITERALLY GAY. HOW CAN A GAY MAN PULL WOMEN BETTER THAN RANDY MEEKS 😭😭😭😭

anyway we need a ship name for these two if we don’t have one already

[ghostthevamp]

Say a prayer for the youth of America..

[aaronzsbiggestsuperfan]

Stu coded