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sunkendreams · 3 months

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I haven’t seen any billy loomis content on your blog ,,, would love to see some smut of him! nothing specific, I know you’ll write something good!

devil in disguise.

➾ pairing ; billy loomis x fem!reader.

in which billy decides to visit you once your father leaves for his shift — but there’s an additional element.

FORMAT: one-shot — requested.

WORD COUNT: 6.7K.

WARNINGS: SMUT (mdni), loss of virginity, rough sex, unprotected sex, p in v sex, multiple positions, multiple orgasms, sex during a storm, dirty talk, fingering (f!receiving), cunnilingus, oral sex (f!receiving), heavy knifeplay, billy is a little deranged in this, begging, creampie, cumplay, bloodplay, tiddy sucking, mild body worship, biting, hickeys/marking, choking, hair-pulling, finger sucking

AUTHOR’S NOTE: not gonna lie, I was suffering from billy brainrot and this emerged from my brain. I love him so much !!! I do want to write some more mickey & ethan landry content too, but I do need to tell y’all about my new influx of blorbos lately LOL! love you all so much and thanks for your continued support! Means the world to me!

Whenever it rained in California, you considered it to be a once-in-a-lifetime occasion — wisps of black clouds fluttered overhead, accompanied by the haze of an overcast sky. Even for the evening, the skies were unnaturally dark, making it seem like nighttime altogether. The scent of encroaching dewdrops drifted through your bedroom.

“Honey?” Your father gently tapped his knuckles against the white pane of your door, dressed in his police uniform. “Mind if we talk?” He asked, clearing his throat. The badge of the Woodsboro Sheriff’s Department glistened on his ironed shirt.

With the recent killings of Casey Becker and Steven Orth plaguing your school, your father had reason to be concerned. He was the Chief, after all — he was cleaning up mess after mess, investigating these murders without any leads. Stress shimmered upon his features, showing up as heavy bags underneath his eyes.

You swiveled around within your seat, busying yourself with homework for the evening. Books were strewn across your desk, accompanied by a computer that barely ran nowadays anyway.

“Sure,” You cleared your throat, awkwardly shuffling away from your chair to the edge of your bed. “What’s up?” The relationship with your father was somewhat tenuous — being the daughter of a police chief came with unwanted attention and his constant overprotective nature.

“You know about the murders,” He began, looming in the doorway of your bedroom. His countenance glistened with a thinly-veiled anxiousness, but also a bit of fear. You rarely saw your father show anything remotely close to terror, but here he was. “About your classmates.”

“Yeah,” Your brows furrowed together — where was he going with this? “You don’t want me to leave the house anymore, do you?” An exasperated sigh escaped you, but he immediately shook his head.

“No, no. I just think …” He clicked his tongue. “No visitors for a while, not until we clear everyone at the school as a suspect.” A sinking feeling pooled within the pit of your stomach, accompanied by disappointment. It meant that your boyfriend couldn’t come over — indefinitely.

Billy Loomis was a mysterious boy, cunning and charming with a silver tongue — he constantly wrapped you up in it, time and time again. He’d broken up with Sidney Prescott last year, not long after her mother had passed away. He was more than good to you, but your father wasn’t convinced.

His suspicion of Billy wasn’t subtle whatsoever, and it irked you at times. You’d gotten into several arguments about the morality and character of your paramour, and your father had inevitably relented, letting you date him — but there was always protest involved.

“I think you want to say Billy, Dad.” You uttered, lips curling into a sour frown as you stomped back to your chair with an indignant huff. “You’ve always disliked him. This isn’t about anyone else I hang out with — it’s about him.” Your tone became clipped and volatile, prompting you to return to studying.

Chief Burke let out a deep sigh, knowing he’d upset you with this news. “We’ll talk about that later,” He murmured, checking his watch with a thin-lipped expression. “I have to get going to the station.” Your father stepped forward, attempting to press a kiss against the top of your head — but you’d flinched away.

Gritting your teeth together, you attempted to maintain a shred of kindness towards your father. You wanted to explode, but it wasn’t a good time. He was under a lot of stress. “Love you.” You sighed, grabbing your pencil as you returned to writing something down in your notebook.

“I’ll see you in the morning.”

From behind the curve of your shoulder, you watched as your father retreated from your bedroom, shutting the door behind him in the process. A twinge of guilt flickered through you, and you couldn’t help but feel like the villain. Your mother was out on work-related business, and your father was drowning away in work.

Oftentimes, you were left to your own devices, absorbed in school, hanging out with your friends, or spending time with Billy — but that was all on an eternal hiatus, it seemed. You pressed your tongue against the inside of your cheek, stepping toward your door. The house was eerily silent, just you and the encroaching thunderstorm.

A clap of thunder rattled the skies, causing you to nearly jump out of your own skin. Goosebumps formed along the column of your spine as you crept down the stairs, traipsing towards your kitchen. Being home alone had a plethora of perks — the alcohol being one of them. If your father knew about all of the underage drinking, he’d likely have a heart attack.

There were so many things that he didn’t know about.

A brief flash of lightning illuminated your surroundings, casting the kitchen in a quick burst of white. You opened up the refrigerator, carefully removing one of your dad’s Abita’s from the side door. After rattling around in the cupboards, you found the bottle opener, popping open the amber lager as a stream of vapor emerged from the top.

You were swift to retreat back upstairs, latching your bedroom door in the process. You placed the beverage along the edge of your desk, listening to the atmospheric deluge of rain pattering outside, falling against the rooftops. You left your window open, lulled into a sense of comfort from the stormy evening.

A sharp thump reverberated against the side paneling of your house, prompting you to rock forward. Normally, you wouldn’t have given it much thought, but considering that someone was killing your classmates, it filled you with a pang of dread.

Hesitant, you crept toward the window, and through the haze of rain and darkness, you noticed a figure moving against the tall wall of lattice that climbed around the back of your home. You squinted, head canting to one side as you realized who was sneaking around.

Billy’s soaked frame appeared before you within an instant, still scaring you as a strangled gasp escaped your lips. “Billy!” You squeaked, lips parted as you noticed his hair, slick and plastered to his skull. The blue-and-white flannel he wore atop a white t-shirt remained stuck to him like a second skin.

“Hey,” He greeted cooly, flashing you one of those little smiles that made butterflies erupt within your stomach. Those warm, earthen-colored hues shamelessly flickered across your attire, finding some sort of attraction in the long-sleeved nightgown you wore. “Cold?”

“Not really,” You mused, nibbling along your lower lip as he ogled the still-icy beer sitting atop your desk. A bemused chuckle left him as he sauntered forward, head cocked to one side. “You’re soaked. Did you walk all the way here?”

“Thought I’d walk, but I wasn’t expecting the rain,” Billy murmured, taking a hold of your drink. “A little brazen, don’t you think? Aren’t you worried that your father might arrest you for underage drinking?” He teased, mouth curling into a playful grin as he took a swig of lager.

“What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him,” You chimed, nose wrinkling in amusement as he passed the bottle to you. With a brief exhale, you took a drink of lager, feeling the bitter twang of alcohol swarm your mouth as you swallowed. “Do you need me to throw anything in the dryer?” For someone soaked to the bone, Billy remained unphased.

He shook his head in dismissal, clicking his tongue soon afterwards. “No,” Billy’s brows furrowed together for a moment, and then he peered toward the door. “Your old man not around tonight?” Normally, he was always quiet for your sake — and you were often a ball of nerves, but you seemed so carefree tonight.

“He’s gone until the morning.” It was a declaration and a not-so-subtle hint — you could stay. Your relationship with Billy was still somewhat new and flourishing, but you were hoping that it would only continue to intensify. You hadn’t really done much of anything outside of making out and touching. He was patient with you, too.

Billy hummed, gaze surveying your bedroom with a sheen of curiosity. He often searched for new details or anything he found intriguing. His fingertips grazed across your quilted bedspread, and then toward the open window. “Do you like thunderstorms?” He asked. “Or do you keep the window open for me?”

“Would it make you feel better if I said both?” A bubbly burst of laughter escaped you as you tidied up your desk, putting your studying aside for the time being. You enjoyed the lightheartedness of it all despite the dour weather and less-than-savory conversation you’d had with your father twenty minutes prior.

His footsteps were light across the carpeted floor until he approached you, palm cupping your jaw with a certain level of care. At the very beginning, he asked you for everything — for a touch, for a kiss. You didn’t want him to ask nowadays, careening into the warmth of his hand as he brought you in for a kiss.

This bout of shyness always rippled through you whenever he was near — his presence was so enigmatic and overwhelming in the best of ways. He smelled like a smoky cologne, accompanied by the scent of dewdrops. You shivered when his arm crept to your hips, lightly massaging at your waist over the cotton of your nightgown.

Billy was an incredible kisser — always walking a fine line of soft and voracious. You wondered what it would be like for him to really give in. It was a fantasy that had crossed your mind more than you could count. His head tilted slightly, thumb tracing over your chin before he withdrew, stare bleeding with a thinly-veiled desire.

“You’re beautiful,” He uttered reverently, idly dragging the pad of his thumb across your lower lip. “Prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.” Billy’s voice was husky, an alluring drawl that was barely above a whisper. It sent a shudder of delight cascading down your spine, anticipation pooling within the pit of your stomach.

A brief sigh left you, trapped within your throat as you tilted inward, hands pressed against his chest. The material was damp underneath your palms, not that you cared. He had snuck through your bedroom window countless times — but it felt so much heavier this time around, given your father’s stark statement of not wanting you to see him.

You ducked your head, heat crawling across your body as you chewed at your lower lip. Billy knew that you were smitten, and he devoured every scrap that he could, but something felt off, as if you had something to tell him, dancing upon the tip of your tongue. “Hey,” He murmured, titling your chin up to meet his gaze. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, just …” You couldn’t lie to him. Billy had this radar for bullshit, able to see right through you, pierce your armor with ease. “It’s my dad, that’s all.” Admittedly, you were hesitant to reveal the truth, considering that Billy sometimes had a strong reaction to things.

Billy had a feeling that your father had it out for him — an intelligent man, to be certain. Of course, such suspicions were true, but he wasn’t about to make that known. A huff of laughter escaped him, followed by another debonair grin. “What, does he want to arrest me?” He mused, pressing a string of soft kisses along your jaw.

“Something like that,” You mumbled, burying your face into the crook of his neck. He smelled incredible, like a dusky night, drawing you in with his magnetizing pull. “He doesn’t want me to see you right now because of all of the killings and stuff.” The confession felt like a weight within your chest, but oddly enough, Billy didn’t seem too angered by this.

“Does he think I’m a suspect?” Billy questioned, point-blank. His tone became rather blunt, but still held that little shred of amusement. In the grand scheme of things, he was on the right track — unbeknownst to you, of course. It would stay that way.

“I don’t think so. He’s just skeptical, I guess. It’s his job.” You hesitated, drawing away just enough to get a look at your boyfriend’s handsome visage. “I just don’t want you to feel threatened or feel like you can’t come around. I don’t care what he says — I want to be with you.” You murmured, brows furrowing together.

His jaw tensed, gaze incendiary and oozing with a lasciviousness as he pressed a lingering kiss to your mouth, fingers idly stroking aside some of your hair. Billy had grown very fond of you, but with that, there was always some twisted desire to corrupt — the obsession that blossomed with it all.

“You have me,” Billy exhaled, body pressed against yours, hands pinning you close. “This all feels a little defiant, doesn’t it?” His tone had dropped an octave, akin to a delicate purr as he brushed his mouth against yours. You leaned in this time, pressing your lips against his as you chased after that sensation with a fervor.

“Yeah,” You whispered, feeling a newfound thrill churn within your stomach, coupled with exhilaration. “Can you stay tonight?” You asked, fingers gently weaving themselves into his mousy tresses, tugging at the hair around the nape of his neck.

His head cocked to one side as he arched an eyebrow. “I thought I couldn’t,” Staying implied one thing — sex. You had never propositioned it until now, let alone entertained the thought. “Unless you’ve changed your mind.” He didn’t want to rush anything or pressure you into something that you weren’t prepared for.

The constant feeling of doom hung over you — religion and saving yourself had always been a point of contention in your family. You were worried that Billy would leave you if he had you, but you knew that wouldn’t be the case. You were ready to have your first time and have it be with him.

Your head began to bob in a little nod, heat creeping across your body as it blossomed within your cheeks with a burning sensation. “I want you,” You whispered, breath hitching within your throat. “I — I need you, really. I don’t want you to go, Billy.” You mumbled, nearly gasping when his hand began to caress along the curve of your thigh.

“Are you sure?” Billy asked, brows knitting together in a moment of concern. “We don’t have to do anything intense,” He reassured, pressing another kiss against your jaw, and then to your neck. “I don’t want you to feel rushed.” Admittedly, he wanted nothing more than to touch you, to take your virginity, make you feel good, but it needed to be on your terms.

It felt good — the spark of retaliation and rebellion against your father, seeing Billy again in such a secretive fashion. You knew that if anyone found out, namely your parents, you’d be in a world of trouble. Fortunately, it was just the two of you and an empty house.

“You’ve been really patient with me,” You murmured, a soft sigh drifting from your lips as you sank forward into his embrace. “I want this.” Billy’s constant chase for consent and ensuring your comfort was beyond attractive, and you were thankful for it, but this was long overdue.

A soft laugh burst forth from his chest as Billy stroked at your cheek, calloused fingertips traveling across the delicate plane of your visage. “I would wait for as long as you wanted me to.” He uttered, gaze shifting from affectionate to incendiary, simmering with an unmistakable sensuality.

He was so good to you — your ex-boyfriend paled in comparison to Billy Loomis in more ways than one. “I know,” You sighed, lips twitching into a smitten smile as your digits plucked at the damp fabric of his shirt. You pressed another chaste kiss against his mouth. “Should I shut the window?”

Billy clicked his tongue, mouth twitching into a faint smirk. “No,” He swept strands of hair behind your ear, cradling your cheek within his warm palm. “You’ll have to be quiet. You think you can handle that?” The little evocation of a challenge was prevalent — your insides turned to metaphorical mush as you shivered.

“I can’t promise anything.” Your voice was wrought with excitement, barely above a whisper. The blood was rushing to your head and heart, hot and fervent as Billy gently guided you toward your bed. His smirk morphed into a wolfish grin, unable to tear his eyes away from you.

As he placed you down against the mattress, atop your quilted bedspread, he crawled in between your legs, lips hungrily returning to kiss you. He tasted like a lick of amber lager, intertwined with breath mints and the hint of cigarettes. Your heart began to beat faster as Billy’s hand rubbed along your thigh, digits flicking at the hem of your panties.

The ambiance of the thunderstorm outside provided a rather atmospheric setting, on top of the dim lighting throughout your bedroom. Rain noisily pounded against rooftops and the surrounding neighborhood, as if masking the salaciousness of your actions. Your hands pushed at his flannel, and he took it off, along with his white t-shirt.

“May I?” You whispered, eyes wide and mesmerized as Billy let out a brief chuckle. He was so painfully handsome, especially when he smiled — it only served to make you squirm, goosebumps erupting underneath his wandering touch.

“You’re sweet,” Billy murmured, voice deliciously husky as he pressed a kiss against your mouth, teeth playfully snagging your lower lip. The sheepish, stupefied reaction you had was well worth it, prompting him to grab one of your wrists, steering your hand to wherever you wanted it to go. “I want to see you.”

His composure was beginning to crumble, foundation being chipped away at. You were so infectious, like a fever, and Billy only wanted more. He had to restrain himself from being rough, watching with lustful eyes as you sat up a little bit.

You shivered when his hands slipped underneath your nightgown, curling into the hem as he helped you take off the lengthy, frilled garment. Billy licked at his lower lip, hooded stare eating you alive once you were stripped of that coverage. The pastel brassiere and panties you wore were just in the way.

“Lay down.” Billy husked, presence exuding a domineering edge without even trying. You silently obeyed, breath hitching within your throat as he covered your body with his, all sinewy muscle and tan skin. His mouth clashed with yours, voracious and all-consuming as he kept himself propped up with one arm.

Curious, needy digits found their way to your chest, groping and kneading at your chest over the material of your bra. “Billy.” You sighed, moaning into his mouth when he bit at your lip again. It was sharp and somewhat painful, but admittedly, you found that minuscule prick of discomfort to be exciting.

With a brusque tug, Billy’s palm circled around your bare breast, massaging at the sensitive flesh as he tugged at your nipple. Your hands flew to the nape of his neck, dragging through his hair as his mouth tore away from yours, only to find their purchase against the slender column of your throat.

Your flesh was velveteen underneath him, warm to the touch as he began to suckle against the sensitive flesh of your jugular. Teeth and lips created a series of marks — some were more obvious than others. A clap of thunder caused you to jump, a soft gasp escaping you as your body clashed with Billy’s.

His grin was tangible, like an imprint seared into your collarbone as he peered at you with those shimmering brown hues. “Scared?” He murmured, flashing those pearlescent teeth in a brief grin. Billy felt your skin erupt with goosebumps, creeping like a wildfire across your body.

“No,” You protested, tongue absentmindedly swiping across your lower lip. You gently tugged on his hair, hands wandering about until you were cupping his narrow face within your palms. “You’re so perfect.” A soft, enthralled sigh escaped you as he stared down at you.

That calculating, searing gaze would have burned right through you if it were possible — you could feel the desire that oozed from eyes alone. Billy turned his head, planting a kiss against your palm as he grabbed your wrist, fingers tangling with yours.

“You’re beautiful,” His voice dipped into a low, lascivious purr, a delicious octave that made you shudder. “You’re mine.” Billy uttered, and for a moment, there was something dark and innately possessive within his voice, something that you hadn’t heard before. While some might’ve found it strange and obsessive, you were hooked.

You swallowed the growing lump within your throat, feeling his lips press against yours again with a vigor and urgency. Silence drifted between the two of you, but the intensity and desire only seemed to amplify. His kisses were ravenous and passionate, accompanied by teeth and tongue.

“Take this off,” Billy murmured in between kisses, tugging on your brassiere for emphasis. His digits deftly felt along your body, ending up between your legs as he began to touch you. You were barely able to unclasp your bra without squirming and wriggling, hips jolting forward. “Hold still for me, baby.”

Inclined to obey, you ceased your movements, breath hitching within the back of your throat as his hand dipped beneath the waistband of your panties. You felt absolutely pathetic, already wet from just the tension and kissing alone. With this discovery, Billy grinned, letting out a soft laugh as his digits ghosted along your cunt.

“You’re wet for me and I haven’t even touched you yet,” Billy crooned, pressing a heated, sloppy kiss against your collarbone. His other hand torturously tugged and caressed at your breast. “So sweet.” He uttered, nipping at the soft flesh of your chest.

You moaned, body set ablaze as he dragged two digits along your cunt, allowing them to sink inward as he briefly touched your clit with his thumb. “Billy,” You whimpered, legs parting for him as he settled between them, reveling in your pleasured expression. “Please, please don’t stop.” You wanted to cry.

A low hum emerged from his chest, mouth pressing gentle, lasting kisses around your breast. “You’re so pretty.” He mumbled, taking your hardened peak into his maw as he sucked at your nipple. Those experienced, quick fingers developed a rhythm as he stroked along your slit, thumb lazily circling your clit.

Billy could only imagine what you’d be like if he were rough with you — if he had a knife in his hand, licking the blood from your swollen mouth. The thought alone made his cock throb within his jeans, but he would save it for another time.

As he bent you to his will, making you submit with his fingers alone, your body viscerally reacted to his ministrations, back beginning to arch. “B—Billy,” You sighed with passion, goosebumps beginning to coalesce along your spine. “God, feels so good.”

Innocent — that’s what you were. Vulnerable and pious, something to covet. Billy wanted to possess you, breathe you in, control you.

Akin to a canary trapped within the talons of a predator, you squirmed with delight, desperate for his embrace. His digits dipped toward your warm entrance, teasing you with gentle prod. “I’ll try to be gentle,” He crooned. “You make it so hard for me. Just relax.” Billy mumbled, teeth grazing your nipple as he licked at your sternum.

You nodded, stomach churning with molten heat as you felt some pressure. Your fingers dug into the nape of his neck, leaving behind crimson crescents as he kissed along your stomach. His digits sunk into you with some resistance, pushing into your tight cunt. A wanton moan escaped you, mouth agape.

It was a foreign sensation, but you savored every second, cunt clenching pathetically around his fingers as he began to find a sluggish rhythm. Billy kissed his way toward the heat between your thighs, tongue raking liquid heat over your aching core.

A spasm ran through you as a choked whine escaped your mouth, countenance rippling with surprise. “O—Oh,” You croaked, awash with delight as his mouth carefully roamed over your slick cunt. He began to lick and lap at your core — slower, at first — more exploratory. “Billy!” You squeaked.

The myriad of sensations you were experiencing were excruciatingly pleasant. It was pure bliss, feeling his lips caress your slit, digits steadily pumping their way in and out of you as he toyed with your clit. Every mewl and moan only spurred him on.

Something dark and alluring danced within his eyes, and when you lazily rolled your head to look down, his stare could’ve burned right through you. A flash of lightning only contributed to his sinister countenance, lips twitching into a smirk as he lapped at your cunt.

Billy ate you out like a man starved, touching you in places that you’d only dreamed of. His tongue was hot, raking hot embers over your slit as he showered you in endless attention. A strangled gasp escaped you as his fingers stilled, nose bumping against your clit.

His palm splayed out along the meat of your thigh, nails digging in, fingers pressing down hard enough to leave behind bruises. You clawed at his hair, hips lurching forward, but he pinned you down without hesitation, shivering at the sound of your sweet, innocuous moans.

Part of you wanted him to be rough, to really show you how much he desired you. Every fiber of your being ached for him in a way that made you itch, heat crawling across your supple flesh. “You can be rough,” You whispered, feeling the subtle hitch in his throat, tongue stilling atop your clit. “Billy.”

Billy’s jaw tensed, gaze dancing with a subtle malevolence, intermingled with obsession. His darker side often festered under the skin, but when you asked him to be rough, he knew he needed to be careful. He didn’t want to hurt you or scare you away with his potential antics.

“You want me to be rough?” His tone emerged as a low purr, murmured into the pliant meat of your inner thigh. Billy’s teeth suddenly nicked flesh before he licked at your cunt again, grazing your clit in an effort to tease you. “You don’t know what you’re asking for.” It was more of a warning than anything else.

Maybe he was right — you hadn’t the slightest clue of where this could lead.

Whatever darkness you saw, part of you viewed it as an act, as a facade for the sake of intimacy. Nonetheless, you still wanted him to be a little more forceful with you. As much as you savored his gentle streak, you wanted the intensity and the heat of the moment.

He wanted to let you stew on it for a little while, lips greedily pursing around your clit as he began to suck a the sensitive clutch of nerves. Billy’s fingers pushed themselves inside of you again, evoking a barrage of pleasured whines and moans from you. It very nearly derailed your train of thought.

With quivering digits, you reached for his hair again, raking through his tresses with a fervor. Billy felt you tug and pull, which only served to spur him on as he finger-fucked you into a blissful oblivion. It was intermingled with delicate licks to your clit, causing you to writhe in-place.

“I’m close,” You whined, hoping that he would keep going or be rough. Part of you wondered why he was so hesitant, but you didn’t want to push the matter. “Billy, please don’t stop!” With a shrill cry, his ministrations only intensified, fingers pistoning in and out of your cunt.

Billy gazed at you with eyes that almost appeared black, simmering with an unrestrained desire. “Yeah?” He purred, lips dutifully returning to suck and lap at your clit. The sensations were mind-numbing, nearly overwhelming as your stomach surged with a churning heat.

He curled his digits inside of you, letting you simmer on that sensation alone before he stopped. Billy finger-fucked you, accompanied by the tantalizing movements of his mouth. He couldn’t get enough of you, delighted to lap at your sweet cunt.

You nodded several times over, bucking toward his mouth as he continued to kiss and suck at your clit. Billy led you into the white-hot abyss of your orgasm, digits drenched in your slick as he withdrew, licking at his lower lip.

The pleasure was almost blinding, body hot and borderline feverish as you attempted to regain your composure. Your chest rose and fell with quick pants, mouth dry as Billy crawled up, covering your body with his as he placed two fingers against your lower lip.

“Open,” It wasn’t a question — it was a demand. Billy’s countenance had become shadowed, jaw tense as he watched you sheepishly open your mouth. You felt filthy for doing something like this, visibly flustered as his digits landed upon your tongue. “Only right if you have a taste.”

You shivered, a noise stirring within your throat as you began to suck, able to taste yourself in the process. He seemed delighted, lips twitching into a subtle smirk as he made you continue to his satisfaction.

“You sure you want this?”

His question was sharp and succinct, annunciated with something penetrating. Billy knew that if he went to his roots, to become something close to who he really was, he ran the risk of scaring you away. Brown eyes bored into you, hawkish and calculating as you withdrew his fingers from your mouth.

“Yes,” You replied, wondering what exactly he had in-mind in terms of being rough. “I trust you.”

A big mistake — your naïveté was laid bare, stretched out along your sleeve. Billy was untrustworthy, a sinister force with the means for destruction, but you were none the wiser. He liked your innocuous nature, the sweetness that oozed from every pore.

“Stay here.” Billy murmured, slipping off of your bed as he made for your bedroom door. You very nearly questioned him, wanting to know where he was going, but a rancorous clap of thunder effectively silenced you as you sank down into your mattress.

You counted — Billy was only gone for three minutes.

When he emerged through your bedroom door, it almost didn’t feel like the same person — not your charming, debonair brown-eyed boyfriend. He seemed possessed, as if something else had grabbed ahold of him. The glint of silver sparkled within his right hand, and that’s when you saw the large kitchen knife.

Something heavy swirled within the pit of your stomach — exhilaration intermingled with fear and uncertainty. You knew that he wouldn’t hurt you, but being rough was a different matter entirely. You gulped, throat thick as Billy moved toward the edge of your bed, available hand grabbing your thigh.

He dragged you close, looming over you with a shimmer in his eyes that told you he was still mostly himself. Even then, that pang of terror gripped you as he prodded the tip of the knife into your thigh.

“Billy,” You exhaled, goosebumps forming underneath the knife’s sharp blade. He continued to trace it across your supple flesh, moving it along your hip bone until he let it ghost above your stomach. “Want you t—to fuck me.” You stammered.

“You want me to fuck you?” Billy murmured, leaning inward, knife in-hand. You felt the blade jut into the swell of your breast, causing you to shudder from the icy chill of the steel. “Maybe I’ll gut you with this, instead.” He stated, though his voice held some modicum of playfulness to it, just enough to ease your nerves.

The doe-eyed look you wore made him frenzied — he wanted nothing more than to see you like this all the time. Billy hastily reached down, unbuckling his jeans with a sudden haste as he crawled on top of you, sticking the tip of the knife into your ribcage.

You gasped, and when you attempted to lean away from the knife, he simply pinned you there. The tip of his cock was oozing with precum, erection desperately grinding along your slit. “Billy!” You whimpered, afraid that he would accidentally dig the knife a little too far.

“Gotta stay still, pretty girl. You don’t want my hand to slip.” He warned, pressing a hot, incendiary kiss to your lips. You reciprocated, cunt throbbing from the added thrill of the blade as he began to ease himself inside of you.

The sudden intrusion made you cry out — you hadn’t done this before or gone this far, and Billy knew that. A myriad of breathy moans escaped you as you attempted to adjust, feeling his leg nudge you apart, spreading you open for him.

He pressed a series of kisses against your face in an effort to soothe you, teeth nicking the soft flesh of your jawline. Billy hesitated, waiting for you to have some time to adjust, heart pounding erratically, akin to the beating of a drum. You reached for his neck, hands tangling together at the nape.

“Still want it rough?” Billy murmured into your ear, hot breath fanning out across the side of your cheek. The blade of the knife prodded into your abdomen, as if it were issuing a stark warning — to turn back, or to proceed. You wanted him more than anything else — rough or not.

You couldn’t deny the excitement and sick thrill you gained from this, as if it had suddenly unlocked unfamiliar territory for you. Billy’s gaze danced with a lustful fire, tongue swiping across his lower lip.

After enough deliberation, you nodded, nearly shying away underneath his shadowed stare. “Yeah, I do.” You whispered, throat becoming thick as he thrust his hips forward, cock burying itself deep into your tight cunt. The feeling was intense, but his eyes were worse.

Billy grinned, throat erupting with a sardonic chuckle as he clicked his tongue. “That’s my girl.” He kept the knife against your stomach, threatening to dig into skin as he began to fuck you. The friction was delicious, breathing heavy, chest to chest, silvery blade prodding at your belly.

“Billy,” You moaned, back arching into the brutality of his thrusts, legs rattling like leaves. His hand grabbed at your leg, hitching it around his waist for better leverage, hips rutting forward in a series of sharp thrusts. “A—Ah! Please don’t stop!”

His teeth brazenly snagged across your lower lip, biting down hard enough to draw blood. He kissed you then — vitriolic copper intermingling between mouths, breath hot and labored as he fucked you in some frenzied state. Your poor cunt clenched around him, drawing him right in.

With a brief adjustment, he moved onto his knees, cock still pounding away at you as he used the grip on your leg as a crutch. Billy dragged the knife along your body, digging the tip into your sternum, letting it ghost above your breasts. He wanted to lick the fear in your eyes — drink it right from the source.

“Look so pretty like this,” He purred, using the cold flat of the knife to press into your chest. It caused you to moan, eyes rolling into the back of your skull as he continued to fuck you at a rather brutal pace. “You like this, don’t you?” Billy huffed, noticing the way your flesh prickled with a barrage of goosebumps.

You nodded, somewhat reluctant to admit to enjoying the roughness of it all. You felt the tip of the knife press just underneath your jaw, causing you to shudder, hips pushing forward as he met you halfway.

Every fiber of your being felt feverishly hot, like a live wire, coursing with raw electricity. The fire that burned bright within your belly demanded to be extinguished, cunt clenching around his cock as Billy continued to fuck you. He very nearly pulled out before ramming himself right back into your tight heat.

Billy momentarily abandoned the knife, grabbing at your hips as he turned you over, manhandling you onto your stomach. You gasped, letting out a series of moans and whimpers as his fingers roamed through your hair, tugging fistfuls of it as he rutted into you.

It was hot and quick, as if he didn’t have any time left at all. “Billy!” You cried out, feeling somewhat abashed as his cock slapped into your cunt, body pressed to yours. Once he’d gotten himself going, you felt the intrusive chill of the knife again, scraping back and forth along your spine.

“I—I’m close,” You panted, hands clawing at the quilt beneath you, nails threatening to pluck the strings and fabric away. Billy didn’t stop for anything, fucking you at a very erratic, feral speed, yanking on your hair. The knife added an element of danger, liquid heat coalescing between your thighs. “Don’t stop.”

“Yeah?” He purred, gritting his teeth together as his cock throbbed with an urgency. Billy groaned — a deep, unrestrained noise, and you yelped when the blade had cut too deep. He didn’t intend to cut you — it was a shallow, superficial wound, but it only drove him crazy. “Fuck, you’re perfect.”

The cut on your back oozed with rivulets of blood, not nearly enough to warrant any concern. You moaned, huffing and writhing atop the quilt as Billy pushed into you once more, cumming inside of you without a second thought.

He pulled out midway through, leaving behind a sticky mess of his seed along your cunt and inner thighs, intermingled with your arousal. Your body twitched and spasmed, awash with a sense of relief.

“Shit,” Billy murmured, clamoring away to find you a towel. He pressed it against your back, hoping to wash away some of the blood, even if it wasn’t very much at all. “I’m sorry, baby. I got carried away — I didn’t even think.” He sighed, watching as you attempted to clean yourself up.

“It’s fine, Billy. I know you didn’t mean to,” A soft exhale escaped you as you attempted to regain your composure, hoping to seize another towel as you sheepishly wiped his cum off of your body. You were sensitive and hot to the touch in the aftermath of it all. “I did enjoy it.”

Billy appeared perplexed, neglecting to comment for now. He wanted to take care of you as any dutiful boyfriend would do, retrieving your panties and nightgown as he helped you get dressed again. Outside, the thunderstorm continued to rage on.

“You did?” You shouldn’t have said anything — Billy’s thoughts went somewhere dark and salacious. Now, he wanted to fuck you with the knife all the time. If he were lucky, you’d bear more than one scar. It was a possessive mark, a reminder that you belonged to him.

“Yeah,” You confessed, laying down on your bed. Billy hastily zipped his jeans up, declining to put his shirt back on, given that it was still soaking-wet from the rain. “That was amazing. I’m glad I got to do it with you.”

As he laid down beside you, his gaze became dark and shadowed once again. His finger idly traced across the newly-formed cut on your back, lips pressing themselves all over your neck. “Maybe we could try something different next time.” He proposed.

“Like what?” You asked, admittedly curious as you snuggled against him. His digits idly roamed throughout your hair, mouth briefly pressing against yours before he withdrew altogether.

There was a sly, indiscernible look within his eyes — you didn’t know if you should’ve been worried or not.

“Maybe a costume next time.” Billy murmured, and despite the bemused grin on your face and his subtle smirk, you were entirely oblivious to the multifaceted meaning of his words.

Fortunately for you, you were safe — for now.

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TILL DEATH DO US APART

ONE; ever afters

TWO MONTHS BEFORE THE MURDERS

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It was obvious that you could have felt the heavy stare on you ever since you had stepped foot into the party. Billy couldn't take his eyes of you no matter what— not that he ever really could but tonight he believed you were on a whole other level.

He was dying, it's been almost six months your relationship ended between you and him, and not once had you paid attention to Billy at all. Even though you guys were in the same friend group, yoy never bat your eyes towards him, talk to him or even acknowledge him.

He watched you talk to Casey, one of your close friends, whom had matching costumes with her. Casey was a devil, and you were an angel. Typical. He thought to himself.

Anyone could notice how Billy was watching you, even his own new girlfriend Sidney. He didn’t have the mind to give a shit. He still loved you, even though he was the one that cut off things, he could remember the day clear as day...

FLASHBACK START

You had sat still on your place on the bed, tears not failing to come down. Your head had hung low, hands in your lap, fingers fidgeting. You tried to distract yourself from anything that wasn't the boy i front of you.

"Stop crying." Billy said, finally stopping his pacing upon hearing the silent sobs coming out of you here and there. Though you didn't, you couldn't bring yourself to stop crying no matter how hard you tried.

"Fucking stop!" He yells suddenly, bringing his hand to brush out his hair from his face. "I don't get it, was it me...did i do something?" You say, looking up at Billy with eyes filled with afflict.

"You have to understand I'm just tired of this," he says pausing for a moment before bringing his hand in between them. "I'm tired of this relationship!" He says struggling to find the right words to not make you hurt more. Which he was kind of failing to do so.

"Please don't leave me i need you," You say wailing softly, struggling to take in steady air. Billy watches with a numb face showing no emotion as you bring your hands to cover your face.

"No you don't, you'll get over this, you don't need anyone anymore." He says, knowing damn well she'll never move on, and she’ll need to have someone there for her.

"Maybe let this be a life lesson, never get attached to a person who brings you temporary happiness." He says continuing, bringing more and more guilt to himself and more hurt to you without trying.

Though he had to remind himself that it was for the sake of his plan, he had to get together with Sidney, then after everything, he and you could be one again. It would be easy.

"Pretend there was never us, pretend we were never together...it's truly for the better." He says trying to ease the tension, though only making it worse.

Billy hears your crying come to a stop suddenly , he watched as you lifted your head up, eyes still filled with tears, looking at Billy with disdain. "You know what, fuck you!" You say with disgust filled in your voice.

"I trusted you with everything! But this is what I get... get the fuck out of my room!" You yell standing up, finding the courage to finally walk over to your bedroom window, opening it.

"Get out." You say, straightening your posture as you point out if your window.

He scoffs in disbelief, "You really expect me to go out from a window?" He says looking at you with annoyance.

"You sure have a history of entering through windows, so get the hell out the same way you entered." You say trying to keep the tears in.

"For fuck sake." He says walking to your window, before looking at you one more time. "You'll see why I did this in the future." He says not bothering to listen to anything you were shouting at, as he left through the window.

END OF FLASHBACK

"You're girl is on fire tonight." Stu says whistling, cutting Billy’s daydreaming short. "Has she talked to you yet?" He asks quietly, looking at Billy with a knowing gleam written on his face. Though as he was going to answer someone answered for him instead.

"Nope, and i don't think she ever will." Casey says plopping down on the seat next to Stu. "Weren't you just with her?" Stu asked confusingly looking at where you now stood with Randy...alone.

"I left doofus, her boyfriend came anyways." She said to Stu in a 'duh' voice, only her eyes were focused on Billy as she said the word boyfriend. Billy snapped her eyes on Casey the second the word came out of her mouth.

"Since when have they been dating?" Billy said. He was clearly pissed with the whole idea of you dating someone after almost five months.

"Out of all the people she's dating Meeks? Man she could pull way better," He says before snorting a laugh. "How long have they been dating?" Stu asked curiously, changing the subject. Looking at his girlfriend, who was very entertained at that moment.

"Like three months now, ever since billy boy here broke up with her, Randy took her under his wings taking care of her, they've been keeping it on the low though." She shrugged, before taking a-hold of Stu's cheap beer he had been holding for awhile now.

"Hey," Stu says, annoyed at how she took his drank and downed it in almost five seconds. Casey brought the bottle down from her lips before passing it back to Stu, "Thanks, i’ll see you guys later." She says standing up from her seat.

"Your leaving now? I thought you would have stayed longer."

"And stay here and third wheel with them?" she says pointing back at You and Randy who now are kissing each other hungrily. "No thanks, come over tonight if you can Stu." She yells over the music before disappearing in the ocean of crowd.

Billy clenched his jaw as Randy pulled away from you. He seemed to notice that Billy was looking so he met back his gaze, with a smug look before bringing your face closer to his and he started kissing you once more.

"What's your plan with him," Stu says quietly, making sure no one around them hears. Though Stu doesn't need an answer as Billy stared at Randy, he already know his answer.

"Distract him, I need to talk to her." Billy says, not waiting for Stu to say anything, he just walks off.

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"Y/n go get a keg for me would you, crowds getting thirsty." Stu says with a smile, noticing that you were pointing at the other kegs on the floor in the opposite corner of the room. "But there's some over there—"

"They're warm, no one wants warm beers right?" He says bringing his hands to your shoulders and pushing you towards the hallway where it was less crowded.

"What am i the beer witch." You scoff to yourself before walking to the garage.

As you entered the garage, you were surprised to see the light already on. Entering yoy walked over to the old fridge, opening it.

Suddenly the door closes. You almost trip over your foot as you go over to pry the door open. But as you looked up you were scared when Billy was standing there looking at you already.

"What the fuck do you think your doing, open the door." You said, taking the chance to take him in after a couple of months that had gone past. His familiar cologne hitting you like light day.

"You've haven't even been talking with me for months now, and you're dating someone almost immediately after our breakup."

He says ignoring your question, drawing closer to you by the second, while you take steps back, as he stops walking forward you stop walking back.

You let out a fake laugh, "You're one to talk, at least I didn't go and date Sidney whom is one of my best friends, almost immediately the next day after our breakup! You have the nerve to speak."

You say trying to keep your voice down, throwing the words at Billy as if you were spitting venom.

"You've been avoiding me, you don't even fucking look at me anymore nor you talk to me." He says, before continuing. "Talk to me."

"You were the one to break up with me, remember, so don't act like the victim here, now please I want to get out of here before anyone suspects a thing."

You say walking past him to the door, though as you walk past him he grabs ahold of your forearm pulling you back in front of him.

"You're not going anywhere until we speak this out." He says darkly, gripping at your forearm for one more second before letting go. "You're my girl y/n, you always will be." He says looking at you.

"That's just horseshit billy! Sidney is your girl now. We are nothing but the past Billy, just like you said before walking out on me." You say taking a breather. "I'm in a healthy relationship now, and you are too, so don't ruin it please." You say with sincerity placed in your tone this time.

"You and i know damn well that we're not over yet." He says loudly, making you put your hand over his mouth. "Any louder asshole, they're going to hear."

You say, keeping your hand on his mouth for a couple of seconds before bringing your hand by your side once more. "No one can hear, the music is too loud." He says earning an annoyed scoff from you.

"Your going to break up with him, i don't care how you do it, or how you say it, but you will never talk to him ever again." He says.

"You don't have any say in my relationship, i will do whatever i like Billy! You have to understand."

"I'm not going to fucking understand Y/n." Raising his voice. "Your killing me, he's just fucking using you."

"You know what fucking killed me, is when you left when i needed you the most! My dad died that night and on top of that you threw out the whole break up thing on me! That's the shit that kills Billy!" Your the one yelling this time, not caring anymore if people outside the hallway could hear you.

You needed to get Billy to hear you instead.

"It's complicated-" Billy starts only to be cut off by you. "It's not fucking complicated, you should have known not to leave me when i was at my fucking lowest point of life, so don't stand here and tell me what to do and what not too!" You say watching how Billy's face morph into anger.

One of the looks you saw rarely when you guys were together. You knew that look clear as day. It was the night where Billy had snuck into your house from your window, knuckles all bloody, weed like eyes.

The night his mother left him and his father all together.

Billy walked towards you not caring if you walked back, he grabbed your face softly pulling you closer, cherishing your face. "You were there for me when no one else was, there's no where in hell i'll ever let you go, i fucking love you, i'll do anything for you, i'll kill for you." He said darkly.

"We can't do this Billy, not to them." You say trying to grab ahold of his hands to push them away but he doesn't let you, instead his hands trail down to your hips, holding you softly in place.

"Stop talking about them for one goddamn second! There's no them, there's us! Forget them!"

You roughly pushed his hands away from yourself. "You should have thought about us before everything that has happened, i loved you but you never cared."

"What makes you think I don't love you?"

You looked away from Billy, tears filling your eyes, but you told yourself you’ll never let your guard down again, ever. Especially not when he's around.

"Hm? look at me." He says, whispering the last few words. Not listening, Billy lifted your head up by your chin, making you look at him. "If you love me then you'll break up with her." You say coldly.

Billy knew he couldn't break up with her just yet. Sure he doesn't love Sidney but there were no chances that he would break up with her, it would indulge in the plans.

"Not right now, you have to understand, when the time comes I will." He said, grabbing ahold of your hands, kissing your knuckles. "She's having a hard time coming by, but i promise you when the time comes you will be mine again, and no one will stop us from being together."

"let's just be friends for now, it's for the better—" Though your cut short when Billy pulls you closer, indylging you into a passionate kiss.

It was as if everything that was going on between you guys disappeared that moment. You slowly kissed back, but soon came to a realisation.

You roughly pushed him back, making him stumble. "What the fuck are you doing!" You shout, wiping your lips, looking at him with widened eyes.

He looked at you smirking, "Blame yourself as well princess, you were going to give in." He says laughing.

"Dickhead." You say, walking past him this time to go open the door. This time successfully.

"I'll see you at school." He shouts as you walk out, laughing to himself.

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slashisms · 2 years

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𝒞𝐻𝒜𝒮𝐸;

𝓟𝓐𝓘𝓡𝓘𝓝𝓖𝓢: billy loomis x reader x stu macher

𝓡𝓐𝓣𝓘𝓝𝓖: E.

𝓦𝓐𝓡𝓝𝓘𝓝𝓖𝓢: soo many, but most importantly: non-con elements. rough sex, spanking, slapping, roleplay, name calling, etc. all discussed beforehand but read at your own risk basically. MINORS DNI.

𝓦𝓞𝓡𝓓 𝓒𝓞𝓤𝓝𝓣: 7.3k :)

𝓢𝓤𝓜𝓜𝓐𝓡𝓨: your boyfriends have an interesting proposition for you.

There's a lot about Billy and Stu that you go to great lengths to avoid thinking about for very long. When it comes to your relationship, there’s no real room for denial either. Because you're aware of what they do. Your campus has been buzzing with news, devouring any information about the burgeoning bloodbath. You're not familiar with the details and prefer it that way, but you know they've been terrorizing small towns for years. They started in high school and that's all they're willing to say about it. You’re not dying to hear more. As the only person who knows their secret and hasn’t met a gruesome end, your inaction speaks for itself.

Bodies fill the morgue as a result of your silence. Your boyfriends are serial killers and you haven't done anything to stop them. With no moral high ground to stand on, introspection has become your worst enemy. Best to avoid close scrutiny, lest you give your conscience the opportunity to dredge up the self loathing it demands.

It’s weird. You have to refrain from seeing too much or burying your head in the sand. You could have tried to leave. But by the time they pulled the rug out from under you with the truth, you were in too deep, which was likely their plan. With that cat out of the bag, there is no logical reason for secrets between the three of you.

There are moments, instead. Not quite secrets that brew between Stu and Billy, because though you somehow gained an invitation into their dynamic, the duo is very much alive. They reach a consensus amongst themselves and then present it to you. It's funny, how they think they have to run things by one another before broaching the topic with you. If you haven't run by now, there's not much that could send you packing. You're willing to be patient and it pays off one night, a couple of weeks after you began to notice their shifty eye contact and odd behavior.

A knock on your window draws you from the essay you've been working on and when you pull back your curtains, Billy and Stu are balancing precariously beneath your window. They climb inside as you step back, glancing at the clock that reads 2:48 am. Their night has likely been more sinister than yours and before you can say anything, they're commanding your space. Billy pulls you in for a deep kiss, drawing your lips between his in a way that distracts you from Stu moving stuff around in your room. His lips are soft and warm against yours, insistent and intent on prying your mouth open and stealing the breath from your lungs. His tongue slides home between your parted lips, tasting the heat and wetness of your mouth. He sighs, content to devour your lips and tongue. Stu must've finished whatever he was doing, because his hands join Billy's on your body.

Long hands move from your hips and cup your breasts. Thin digits graze the sensitive bud of your nipple and you shudder. You whimper when you feel Stu's lips brush over your neck. They like to overwhelm you this way, but there's usually more of a precursor. This feels like the culmination of something big, but you're missing a part of the puzzle. Curious, you fight your way out of their embrace, ignoring the way your heart thumps at the whine Stu lets out. Billy only smirks as you gather your wits. Looking around, you realize that Stu's set up a fort using your blankets and pillows, the credits of some movie beginning on the screen. "What's going on?" You ask.

Thankfully, you don't have to elaborate. “Why don't we sit, watch the movie for a bit. Then we'll explain everything, doll." Billy says.

His answer unnerves you, brown eyes bright with some desire. You're positive that if you were to turn to Stu, his eyes would shine the same way. Any doubts would've vanished when you nod and Stu takes the opportunity to press you into your mattress, claiming his own welcome kiss. He towers over you, craning his neck to slide his lips over yours and swallow your tongue. His hips shoot forward and you jolt at the hardness at your hip. Stu isn't difficult to rile up with his hair trigger libido, but this progression is suspicious. He's already making those soft, wrecked noises that preface a messy orgasm. You can't help wondering what got him so far so quickly.

Billy's hand travels between the two of you, running the pads of his fingers over your flimsy tank top to pinch and twist your stiffened buds, smirking when Stu swallows the precious noise you make. When his hips start to chase release, Billy reaches into his boxers to wrap his fingers around his length, circling the base and tightening without remorse. Stu turns teary, blue eyes to Billy who glares at him pointedly. If his thigh hadn't been grinding against your clit, sending sweet jolts up your spine, you would have found it odd that Stuart Macher was willingly sacrificing an orgasm.

Lucky for them, you're busy pressing your thighs together, an action both watch with expressions that would have scared you if you could see them. Billy helps get you under the covers and arousal floods your veins and brain, begging for the return of Stu's lips or Billy's hand. It makes it harder to think, let alone worry that something fishy is going on. You're more than a little annoyed when they then insist you watch the movie, but you're pleased when you don't recognize it.

They make eye contact over your head as you reluctantly become engrossed. When the killing finally starts, Billy pulls you into his lap and Stu wraps around the two of you while you’re engrossed in actions of a seemingly sophisticated killer. You start to feel bad for one of the girls, one of the many unfortunate ones unable to escape the ruthless killer, being chased around her house. You shift nervously as she attempts to escape, blocked by the man intent on toying with her. Billy's fingers crawl to your thighs, inching towards the hem of your pajama shorts. You frown, swatting his hand away. "Start explaining," You say bluntly.

You take a lot these two throw at you in stride, but you don't play along without answers. Billy pushes up your shorts, groaning into your ear when his fingers find your soaked entrance. You shudder as his fingers work your clit gently. "We had a great night, right Stu?" He asks, ghosting his middle finger over your clit.

It pulses under his touch, heat surging through your veins. Stu laughs, breath ghosting your collarbone. He watches the other's fingers dance between your legs, grin pressed into your shoulder. “It was a helluva night, babe. Reminded us of you."

You shudder at the malice in his voice, the vindictive musings of a coldblooded killer. It's easy to forget because of his friendly and goofy demeanor, how much pleasure he takes in what they do. With his easy-going attitude, it's tempting to think of him as led astray by Billy's iron will. You know the truth. Stu enjoys killing as much as Billy does, proof of that was gyrating against you moments ago. You're not sure how you factor into this and your heart thuds in your chest, part arousal and fear. "H-How?" You stammer, intrigued.

Billy grabs your chin and tilts your head towards them. Wide eyes move between them, feeling flayed by their heavy, lidded gazes. On screen, the girl screams and begs the killer for mercy. Billy grins. It's a sadists' smile that sits perfectly on his handsome face. You swallow and try to ignore that they've been on the receiving end of those pleas before. Stu pulls at your shorts and before you can think about lifting your hips, he's yanking your legs open to get them off of you. "Jesus, Stu, chill out!"

He doesn't respond, cupping your pussy with his large hand. His silence is unnerving, since he usually can't resist running his mouth. It feels deliberate. “Look." Billy orders, distracting you.

He lets Stu's hand replace his and directs your attention to the movie again. He's much less subtle, flicking and pinching your clit and watching your body jerk with dark eyes. You bite back a whimper, eyes fluttering to try and watch the screen. Another woman is tied up on screen, lying prostrate on a table in her kitchen. You think this is the final girl so you wonder how she's going to escape when she's so thoroughly bound. You hear Billy's breathing pick up.

Pressed against him like this, his dick rests against the crest of your ass. He shifts you on top of his throbbing length, relishing your warmth and the way you've begun to drip onto his pants. Stu slows, the only hint that he's also interested in what's playing. The killer approaches and your eyes widen at the way he grabs at her, wide gloved hand manhandling her body. “They're about to create a convenient excuse for her to get away pretty soon. No one could escape ropes like that. Stu and I tried it tonight."

You try to look at one of them, startled by the blunt statement. Billy doesn't loosen his grip. "She was a shitty stand in. Serves us right for trying to replace you. We can’t stop thinking about it. The way you'd scream, what sort of noises you'd make. Maybe scare you enough that you try to run. We could pretend to let you go, to hunt you down in your own house. You could beg us to leave you alone, but words wouldn't be enough. You'd offer us your body, convince us that you're worth more alive. Though after we were through using you, you might regret it."

Stu resumes rubbing at your clit, clever fingers reducing you to mush. Two pairs of eyes burn through you as they gauge your reaction. He slows, waiting to hear your response. This is what they've been discussing, the idea of hunting you like one of their victims. Billy's heart thuds, impressing the rhythm of it in your back. "What do you think, angel? That sound like something you'd like?"

Their expressions are imploring, a set of puppy dog eyes desperately begging you to say yes. You bite your lip, eyes darting to where the woman has escaped, starting a chase sequence. You gulp when the killer slams her against the wall, hands cupping her chin and throat to squeeze the life from her. You imagine them terrorizing you, breaking into your house and overpowering you. You nod, once. "I-Yeah, okay." The smile they give you is predatory.

。・゜♡ ゜・。. ⌒♡ ☆ 。・゜♡ ゜・。.

They're surprisingly communicative about the whole thing. The discussion goes on for way too long in your opinion, especially when they gleefully take advantage of hearing every secret desire you’ve had about them. They don’t contribute much, only elaborating on topics you’ve already suggested. It’s endearing, their determination to make you feel safe and comfortable. They succeed. You feel better about the whole thing and after opting for the basic color system and gestures, they've quelled your doubts.

It was only a matter of when. Waiting for the night. Billy and Stu are capable of excessive patience. As the weeks turn into months, you forget that. Three months later, you don’t find it weird when they decline an invitation to a party and suggest you go with some friends you haven’t seen in a while. You assume they’ll be busy and like always, choose not to think about it.

。・゜♡ ゜・。. ⌒♡ ☆ 。・゜♡ ゜・。.

Later that night, you wave off the concerns of your friends as they shout at you from the car. Despite the time, neither of your roommates are home. You spotted one of them at one of the bars making out with a girl, so you know she won’t be returning. "I'll be fine! I-I'm just gonna head to bed and sleep this shit off," you shout, then wince.

There's no need to worry about waking your roommates, but the rest of the block is still an option. You tug off your shoes and toss them on the rack, humming one of the songs you heard repeatedly at one of the clubs. Any attempt to dance along to your soundtrack is derailed by the way the room spins. You take off your earrings and rings, fiddling with your necklace when your phone goes off.

Who the hell is calling you at nearly four in the morning? "

'lo? " You slur, grabbing your skin care products and tucking the phone into your shoulder.

Even cross faded, you weren't sleeping with all the makeup and glitter you had on. You're positive someone spilled their drink on you, more than once, but you're too lit for a shower. You feel good, better than good. You wish Billy and Stu were there to satiate the arousal that’s been bubbling ever since you started partying. Once you got weed or liquor in your system, it enabled every single one of your inhibitions. Both were a dangerous combination. "Hello. I was wondering if you could help me." A deep timbre intoned from the line.

You furrow your eyebrows. "Help? What kinda help ya need at f-four o' fucking clock? Who-who is this?"

A low whistle and a chuckle. "You've got a dirty mouth, girl."

If you'd been thinking straight, you would've caught on a lot sooner. Though after a night of your friends supplying you with multiple shots and blunts, you're allowed to be slow on the uptake. It had been a while and without Billy and Stu, you got fucked up, accepting whatever was handed to you. “Sorry, didn't realize I was talkin' to the Pope! Did Isabelle give you my number? Because I fucking told her not to, so sorry to get your hopes up, but I'm not interested. Again!"

The person is quiet for a second before sucking their teeth. "Not interested? You got a boyfriend?"

You sigh. "Yes, two of them actually. I'm already annoyed I'm talking to you, trying to screw me, when I should be getting screwed. Goodbye, please lose my number, weirdo.”

Before you can hang up, they ask coldly. "Why do you think I'm trying to screw you?"

You laugh. “Seemed like it and I'm not interested, so good-bye."

"Do not hang up on me, ___."

You pause. Hearing the unfamiliar voice say your name is unsettling. You rack your brain, trying to remember if the guy at the club even got a chance to ask for your name. You doubt it, you shut it down quickly. Your friend could have told him, but you're starting to doubt it's him at all. After running through all possible suspects, you grin, feeling foolish for believing their excuse about a test on Monday. Your inebriated state is a well of confidence, something that's been diminishing the longer this took. "Or what?" You ask quietly.

Billy or Stu, you can't tell, chuckles. "Are you a smart girl ___?"

"Yep! 'Prolly not right now though." You giggle.

"Yeah? Why's that?"

His voice sends a shiver down your spine. You lick your lips, sitting on your bed. "Cuz'm talking to you, which isn't a good idea."

"Aww, why not?”

You're so ready for anything that the conversation alone has stirred a simmering arousal between your legs. You slide your hand over your stomach, fingers tracing your belly button over your dress. "Cuz I’m drunk and high and really turned on right now."

He pauses. You giggle under your breath at how you manage to catch them off guard. There's no reason to play helpless. "That isn't very smart."

"That's what I just said."

"Don't get fresh with me, slut."

A flush works its way up your neck and face. You squeeze your thighs together. "Don't fucking call me that, asshole!”

He laughs. You’re shocked by the venom in his next words. "Watch your mouth, bitch. You think I can’t tell what you're doing? Touching yourself, panting for a stranger like a desperate, fucking whore."

Your head spins, hand stopping from where it was trailing over your thighs. You can't think of anything to say for a moment. “How-"

"How do I know you're two seconds from rubbing your pathetic little pussy? Because I can always tell when one of you is just a dirty little girl, dying to satisfy her empty holes."

You whine and he laughs cruelly. "Poor ___. Where are your boyfriends? They're missing out on your adorable little noises. If I was your boyfriend, I'd keep you stuffed 24/7."

You're two seconds away from just begging them to fuck you already. You're soaked to your thighs. You rub your them together and the cold voice breaks you out of your thoughts. “Stop, right now."

"I can't. I-It feels too good. I-I-"

It's been a while since they've touched you, building anticipation perhaps, and the little friction and intoxication has your orgasm fast approaching. "If you don't stop-"

You're a little ashamed that his fury, the indignant tone that promises punishment, pushes you over the edge. You gasp into the phone, hips circling as your orgasm fades. It's weak, a ghost of what the two often do to you, but it’s enough. Warm all over and brain flooded with endorphins, it takes you far too long to notice the silence on the other side of the phone. "Hello?" You call, stomach sinking.

Nothing.

Your heartbeat ratchets up and you sit up. The line is dead, you realize with rising trepidation. It only grows when you hear something crash in the living room. Now that you're thinking straight, that was an stupid idea. You can only hope that it wasn't Billy who ordered you to stop because if it was, you were well and truly fucked. You know you're not getting off easy, but he's particularly merciless when you act out. "Shit!” You hiss under your breath.

Another bang has you venturing out of your room, peaking around the hallway. Your heart drops at the sight of your front door slightly ajar when you certainly locked it on your way in. Fear, anticipation and lust swirls in your blood. With the permission you’ve given to them, they could do anything to you and you’re aware of how far their creativity goes.

A thrill runs through you. Should you close the door? Realistically, you'd be out it the second you got a chance. This whole thing is about catching you trying your best to get away. With that in mind, you grab the door knob only for the door to be slammed into the wall by a figure cloaked in black. You gape at the sight of a white mask before a burst of adrenaline sends you running. You scream when a gloved hand fists in your hair, sharp pain shooting through your scalp. You're not even thinking when his other hand comes to grab your face, sans glove, and you bite down hard. You think you taste blood, but don't bother making sure.

Billy and Stu had scoffed when you insisted they promise to use the safe words and you wonder if they're regretting that now. You were going to regret biting, that's for sure. You shout triumphantly when you get to the back door, yanking it open. The closet behind you slams open and you scream, tripping over the doorway to get outside. You're not expecting one of them to already be there, leaping from the shadows to tackle you. Who the fuck moves that fast?

Your heart slams against your rib cage as you slap and punch a broad chest, biting back the instinct to scream at having someone pin you down this roughly. You can't stop the loud gasp when he slaps you, open palm against your cheek. “Don't fucking move,” He hisses.

Your ears are ringing, chest heaving with labored breaths as your head spins. It's too much, you feel like you're going to pass out with how fast your heart is racing. You couldn't hear well enough to identify who's on top of you so you just stare into the holes of the mask. He doesn't say anything else, pulling you roughly to your feet. He manhandles you inside where the other is waiting, the one you bit. "Get on your knees." He says.

Oh fuck. It's Billy. Jesus Christ, you bit Billy.

You take a deep breath. "Make me."

Even if he wasn't who you spoke to on the phone, taking it that far means he's liable to take it further. You may as well dig your heels in and brat to the fullest. Go big or go home. Billy loves brat taming. The thought only makes you hotter. He has a heavy hand, unforgiving and delving out brutal punishments, sometimes with Stu as his proxy. He's just as eager to please as you. Completely surrendering to his control blocks out your loud mind. It’s easy when he dominates you without question. Like now.

In two swift strides, he's standing in front of you. His bloody hand grabs your face, smearing evidence of what you did onto your skin. The other forces a knife between your lips, serrated edge digging into plush lips. Knowing that it's him holding you like this doesn't ease your terror. People on the other end of this knife have died. The thought raises conflicting emotions within you. Well, not this knife, you insisted on that. You drop to your knees before he can repeat himself. You wince as you hit the floor, keeping an eye on the knife. "What a disobedient, slut. You cum when I tell you to stop and not to mention this!”

You close your eyes as his words wash over you. Billy on the phone too. Bad fucking luck. Or good, depending on your point of view. "That's gonna stop. Do what we say or you're going to get very familiar with this."

He presses it further, ignoring your flinch. The sting is barely noticeable with how turned on you are. You're uncomfortably wet, panties clinging to your dripping folds. You want to touch yourself and regret not doing so before. Because there's no way you'll be coming soon. "Understood?"

You nod. Another gloved palm to the face has you blinking back tears. "Not so chatty anymore? Verbal answers. Yes sir, please sir, thank you sir. Or should I carve it into you?"

"No Sir, I-I understand. Please, don't hurt me."

He tilts his head and Stu comes to stand behind you. He grabs your shoulder, his other hand trailing over your body. “Christ, you really dress the part. Ass and tits on display. Don't you have any self respect?” He snickers, like a schoolhouse bully.

The dress is short and tight. You sent pictures of it to them before you went out. You fill it out spectacularly, plush curves of tits, ass, and hips. Eyes had certainly followed you while you were out tonight. Stu takes advantage of his position behind you to grab fistfuls of your body, forcefully and demanding. Greedy, expansive fingers grope handfuls of your curves. He shoves at your spine and you collapse into an arch, flushing when he lifts your ass towards him. You try to lift your head and he pushes it back down, cheek to the carpet. "Don't. Move." He orders.

"Yes sir."

You watch Billy's boots walk in your line of sight. “There’s only one way to make our point stick," he sighs.

“W-What are you gonna do to me?” You ask, resisting the urge to look at him.

You’re not being coy. The two hadn’t clued you in to much during their planning, obviously. “Whatever we want,” Billy hisses, dragging his knife along the curve of your spine.

“Oh, she likes that!” Stu laughs, taking note of how your pussy clenches at his words.

Before you can respond, his wide hand comes down on your ass. Loud thwacks fill the room, relentless and without pause. With every sharp slap, you let out a choked gasp, tears blurring your vision. He spanks you with an open palm, over and over again until you lose count. A strong hand grips your cheek and tilts your head. Behind his mask, Billy gazes at you. Not being able to see his eyes makes you want to turn away or close yours. Any desire you may have had left to act out is being steadily struck out of you by Stu's quick, harsh strikes. You’re delirious with the pain and pleasure. His hand slaps against the meat of your ass, low enough to catch on your labia. With the way you’re exposed and the knowledge that Stu's eyes are glued to your opening, you feel like you're about to burst into flames.

Of course, he would never miss the opportunity to comment. "Man, you're nothing more than a neglected fuck toy. We know what happens to whores like you when you go too long without a hard fucking." He leans in, only pausing for a moment. "Your cunt is begging to be filled. Poor thing, you’re in heat. Pretty dumb of you to act like you're not aching for it. I guess it’s worth it to see your cute ass on fire."

You can't speak, can barely see through the tears running freely down your cheeks. You want him to fuck you already. He's right about you being desperate for it, for anything. “Anything, doll?” Billy asks. "This is all it takes to get you to let us fuck you, hm? What would your little boyfriends think?"

You would try to muster some sort of denial, but seeing as how you hadn't meant to speak aloud, your brain is reaching its breaking point. "Well, we'll give it to you. It's just a matter of what you can take. He thinks you'll give out after this round. I say you make it to the end." There's a brush of steel against your collarbone. “He’s got to be in forties by now. You’re gonna be good, right? That's the only way you'll get anything."

You start to nod vigorously, stopping abruptly to stutter out. "Y yessir!"

Billy's grin is manic behind his mask, entire body taut with anticipation. You look unbelievable. He’s been eager to get your lips around his cock ever since you answered the phone. "Good." He purrs, unbuckling his pants.

The sound sends a rush of slick dribbling down your thighs. Stu drags your panties down your ankles, whistling. “Look at that."

The wet noise they make when they hit the floor is, frankly, humbling. "You are a perfect, little, fuck toy. So wet, is that from cumming or getting your backside tanned?"

Now that you've got a moment to catch a breath, their words hit home. The humiliation only increases the curl of arousal in your gut while your clit throbs incessantly, pleading for touch. You whine at the reminder of your behavior. So, still no chance of cumming yet.

Stu is salivating behind his mask, lips wet from the number of times he's ran his tongue over them. His eyes devour the sight of you, skin glistening with sweat, the sinful arch of your back and feast of your pussy. The heat of your skin burns against his after his treatment. You're the sexiest thing he's seen. "My hands are soaked and I didn't even touch you."

He’s not exaggerating, even grazing your pussy has his fingers coated in slick. Billy finally tugs his belt off and Stu crams his fingers into his mouth, licking the taste of you with a muffled groan. Billy tilts his mask, likely glaring at him, belt stretched out. He shrugs, grabbing it. “You enjoyed this too much for it to be a punishment. I think ten more with the belt will help the message about who’s in charge sink in.”

Billy taps on your cheek twice for confirmation. You look into the empty holes of his mask, inhale slowly and let the feeling of leather ground you. The pain has blended smoothly with the heady arousal cooking your brain. You tilt your head, open your mouth and curl your tongue around the gloved digits, sighing at the taste. Billy practically pries your mouth open with them. Your heart thuds, breath catching when he pulls out his hard cock. It’s flushed bright red at the tip, precum spurting generously down throbbing veins. No amount of acting can cover how affected he is. Stu's likely the same. You swallow a groan. He bullies his way into your mouth, hips jerking deeper into your mouth when you moan. "That's it. Let us hear how needy you are for it."

Stu takes the moment to strike, once onto the thickest swell of your ass. You cry out, noise muffled as Billy guides you further down his cock. “Count them. Now."

He cuts off your protest with a mean thrust, slow and forceful, laughing when you choke. “Keep whining and I'll give you something to cry about."

Stinging pain explodes on your thighs, courtesy of two swift strikes between your legs. You feel foolish, choking out yelps while tonguing at his cock, swallowing the taste. His hand fists in your hair. “You still know how to make it good, huh? Guess your boyfriends trained you well."

You narrow your eyes at him for a second and he tilts his head before cupping the other side of yours, the only warning before he pushes his length down your throat. He holds you, gagging on his cock with drool spilling out the sides of your mouth. You blink back panic at not being able to breathe and let out a rush of air through your nose. "See! "Billy says, jerking you around like a rag doll. "W-what'd I-fuck, say? Perfect, pretty cock warmer. I hope your cunt is this t-tight."

Stu kicks your legs apart, delivering a final strike directly onto your clit, gentler than the rest but not by much. You scream something that sounds like ten, tears rolling down your cheeks as your legs shake. Billy's emphatic, “Good girl. Good fucking girl,” rings in your mind.

He pulls out of your mouth, caressing your face and wiping tear tracks as you gasp. "I know that was hard. Just let us have you, you won't have to think about anything else, okay?"

You nod, leaning into his touch. You open your mouth to respond and gloved fingers stop you. His touch is much more gentle, more your Billy. "You wanna feel good?"

You nod, whimpering. Your throat feels raw, just like your backside. "P-please."

"You got it, doll.”

A rustle of cloth behind you and two warm hands on your hips signal Stu's approach. When you feel his breath ghost against your lips, you murmur, "Thank you, thank you."

Billy nods and his tongue glides through the mess on your thighs, groaning into your skin. You sob when he sucks your clit into his mouth, tongue sliding over it, grateful to finally have some stimulation. Your blood sings with relief and if it weren't for Stu's hands on your hips and Billy cupping your head, you'd have collapsed into a trembling heap. You're chanting something, but you're laser focused on the way his long, skillful tongue presses against your swollen bud. The movement sets your nerves on fire, careening towards euphoria. Stu and Billy listen, fascinated, as you thank them for every ounce of pleasure.

Stu is so hard his balls ache. He wants you to come, with his tongue stuffed inside you preferably so he can feel it. He wiggles the appendage against your clit one last time before tonguing at your opening. Your mantra increases in volume, so loud you're almost shouting. He could come like this. He palms himself with one hand, pushing his tongue inside you, lips gratefully pulling more of your taste into his mouth. You squeeze around him, he can feel the curves and ridges of your cunt with his tongue as you soak his face. Billy wanted you to pay for your little stunt, but your pleas have softened him. “You wanna cum?" He asks.

You look at him, eyes wide and imploring. Fuck, you were adorable. "I-If you think I should."

Stu groans between your legs. Billy's hand reaches into your dress, tweaking your neglected nipples. "Good. Pay attention to what happens when you let us use this gorgeous body."

He signals to Stu who stops and you whine, despondent. He moves away, reluctantly if his speed is any indication. Billy shushes your rambling pleas, pulling you up and seating you against the Stu's chest, whose fingers immediately begin rubbing at your puffy lips. You screw your face tight and Billy tuts; Stu stops. “Open your eyes, doll. Look forward."

You blink your eyes open and make contact with your own lidded gaze. A full length mirror sits against the wall, clearly placed by them. “If you're gonna come, for the second time tonight, we all get to watch."

Your eyes dart along your body, dress bunched up at the waist, makeup smeared and mixed with blood and legs hooked around Stu's, spread so that your pussy is in full view. You try not to close your eyes or legs, embarrassed. As if intuiting the path of your thoughts, Billy cups your chin. “If you want to cum, you'll have to show us what a horny slut you are. Close your eyes and you lose it, understand?"

You nod, glancing at their reflections, cloaked figures hovering over you possessively. Stu’s put his mask back on, but his hands are bare, slender fingers resting on your mound. It's not hard to watch those fingers creep towards your hole, gathering wetness to slick up your clit. You bite your lips, chest heaving as he flicks and pinches the nub until you're panting. He stops and spreads your lips and you watch him sink his middle finger into your hole. Billy crouches beside you, running his fingers over your clit. "How is she?" He asks Stu. "Warm?"

You flush when he answers, "Tight," in a strained voice.

"Perfect. What a cute, fat pussy. No wonder he was dying to keep his mouth on it." Billy growls.

He raises his knife, dragging it down your neck and into your dress, slicing the fabric without a second thought. He palms your breasts, relishing in the weight of them in his hands. "Such great tits. We really lucked out with you."

Skilled fingers strum your body and Stu pushes in another finger, scissoring you open. He curls them, digging deep into you in search of your sweet spot. Your hips jerk when he finally finds it. Warmth licks its way up your spine, eyes dangerously close to shutting as Billy swirls his fingers over your clit. Your moans echo so loudly in the room, you wonder if your neighbors can hear the wounded, pathetic noises you’re making. You whimper, eyes glued to where Stu's fingers pound into you, slick sounds and visual pushing you closer. "I-I'm gonna, fuck, you're gonna make me cum. P-Please d-don't stop, please, plea-"

"You better not." Billy hisses, to your dismay. "You wait until we say you can."

He doesn't stop stroking you and you try to pull your hips back, stave off the orgasm about to explode in you, buzzing right under your skin. Stu, the bastard, forces your hips into Billy's hand and slides a third finger into you. "Please, please, please, let me cum. I'll be good, so good."

"Yeah? You’re gonna be our good girl. Go ahead, cum right now or we’ll stop.”

You do, back arched with the force of your orgasm. Their free hands are pressed to one of your thighs, keeping them spread. "Fuck,” Stu murmurs “Our pretty little slut, squeezing my fingers so damn tight. I'm dying to fuck you. You're gonna let me into this pretty little pussy and I’ll stretch it out with my cock ‘til you cry."

You nod eagerly. "Please, please fuck me. Get your cock lost in my pussy, I'm so fucking wet, I need it, Sir, please."

It’s silent for a beat.

If your brain wasn't goo, you'd be smug at the way your words have rendered them speechless. Stu slowly pulls out of you and cuts off your mewl by flipping you onto your back. He blankets your entire body with his costume draped over the two of you. He pulls out his cock, tip flushed worse than Billy’s, soaked in precum. From the pushy way he spreads your legs and the impatient way he jerks his cock, he's not gonna last very long. He slides into you with a raspy whine, burying his face in your neck when you tighten around his cock, thick hardness breaching you with a restraint that makes his entire body shake. Even with three fingers, Stu is proportionate, eight glorious, veiny inches, with a decent girth. You're soaking him, easing the way for him to shove his cock deeper, but it’s a snug fit. "Fuck." He breathes. "You're so tight, tryna' swallow m-my di-dick!"

His body is wracked with tremors. His cock pulses inside you, spearing you open with a delicious sting as he starts to fucks into you too fast. His hips slap against yours wildly. Pawing at your clit, he twists the abused bundle. Carpet scratches your back with every violent thrust of Stu's hips, as he drills into you with mindless efficiency. He pounds you, pummeling your poor spongy walls until you're sobbing. You throw your head back, burying your face into your elbow. "Please, please, oh God, I'm g'na cum."

Billy tilts your head towards Stu's mask.

“Yeah? You gonna cum all over his cock? That's all you're good for, taking and creaming on cock. You don't have to do anything else, we’ll take good care of you."

His hand moves to your throat while the other fists his leaking cock. You spread your lips and mouth at the tip, tongue dragging across the slit. They both swear. "You're so eager to be our little cock pocket, huh?" Stu moans. “Shit, I’m close.”

Billy doesn't press any further into your mouth, but watching you swallow around what he gives you is exhilarating. He strokes himself with patience he doesn't feel. He doesn't want to come before delivering on everything they promised. Stu's mask does nothing to muffle his pathetic moans as he loses himself in your sinful heat and the way your greedy hole takes every inch. He cums, groaning as his cock comes back wetter and filthier than before. He rides out his orgasm, thrusting into you until he's empty, smearing release over your lips when he slaps his tip against your clit. "Go on.” Billy orders. "Give her something to cum on."

Stu buries himself inside you, clearly overstimulated as you tighten around him. The kiss of his cock to your cervix and his sloppy manipulation of your clit has you reeling. You shout and Stu whines as you use his cock to cum, hips slapping against his. He rips out of you and Billy takes his place, sheathing himself inside you with a single thrust. "Fuck, you're so cute spaced out like this," he breathes.

His thrusts are brutal, a punishing pace that has your ass throbbing. He pauses for a moment and a rustle of fabric has you blinking back into focus. Your heart swells at the sight of dark, brown eyes. "That's it, doll."

His hips pick up tempo, thick cock stretching you further. It has an intimidating girth, thicker than Stu's, with a fat head that brutalizes your gummy walls. You fight to keep your eyes open, taking advantage of being able to finally see one of them. His hair sticks to his face, eyes consuming the image you make. You grab at his shoulders, digging acrylic nails into his back. You're not expecting the orgasm that wrecks your body, eyes rolling into your head. He moans into your hair before pulling out and snapping his hips back into you. Sneering, he grabs your cheeks. "Did you just come before me?” He tuts. “Greedy little whore. I'm gonna give this pussy what it's begging for."

He pushes Stu's cum back into you, wet squelches ringing out loud, mixed with your moans and his pants. He presses his forehead against yours, eyes half-lidded with pleasure. He’s drunk on the way you’re wrapped around him, forcing his hips towards you on instinct. “I'm gonna fill you up. You're nothing but our cum dump."

He’s not expecting you to nod the affirmative and wrap trembling legs around his waist. He stares down at you with wide eyes as you moan, "Fill me up, breed me, want your cum.”

"Oh, fuck, baby," He groans, at his limit, roughly nudging your clit.

Luckily, that's all it takes and while you gasp and shake around him, he shoots inside you, pelvis pressed to yours. “Yeah, take it. Fuck, you're perfect. Only we can fucking do this to you, princess, remember that.”

That is the last thing you recall before you pass out.

。・゜♡ ゜・。. ⌒♡ ☆ 。・゜♡ ゜・。.

You wake to firm hands massaging your arms and legs. You blink open your eyes and groan pathetically. Your entire body is on fire. You try to withdraw your limbs from reach, wanting nothing more than to huddle into a ball. “Hey, don’t move too much.” Billy orders from beside you. “Stu’s running your bath. After you’re clean, we’ll get you into bed. How are you feeling?”

Your little fainting spell must’ve worried them because his eyes dart over your face in search of signs of pain. “Very sore, a bath is the perfect call.”

Without another word, he picks you up and carries you into the steamy bathroom. Stu smiles brightly, rushing forward to help get you in the bath. You sigh as your body sinks in the nearly scalding water, just how you like it. They lean against the tub, watching you as you enjoy the loosening of your muscles. You giggle as you watch them put on one of your exfoliating gloves. They squeeze body wash into them and begin scrubbing your body gently. They even wash your face and it warms your heart that they go through the trouble of adhering to your routine, products lined up on the counter with exaggerated eye rolls. When they're done, they help you stand and turn on the shower, rinsing you off before draining the tub. Stu wraps you in a warm towel and you bury your face into it. “Wow, you thought of everything.”

You try to sound teasing, but you can’t hide how touched you are by it. “Nothing, but the best for you, babe!” Stu says, kissing your forehead.

They sit you on your bed, massaging warm body oil into your skin. You groan, feeling pleasantly relaxed. “You were amazing tonight, sweetheart. Our sweet little victim,” Billy says when he’s done with your feet. “Thank you.”

Stu rubs your shoulders, nodding. “Yeah, really gave us a run for our money!”

You blush. “It wasn’t too much or corny?”

“No way! You should join the drama club!”

“Fuck no, you did great. We’re proud of you.”

You smile and let them finish getting you ready for bed. They practically tuck you in, sliding in on either side of you. You fall asleep amongst a tangle of limbs, barely registering the press of their lips to your forehead and shoulder or their soft caresses.

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chaoscriess · 2 years

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Predator/Prey kink & smut with Billy Loomis? Loved the one you did with Stu. Maybe with knife kink, possible blood or whatever else you think would fit?

I absolutely love this.

18+!!!

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒! blood play, knife play, predator/prey kink, billy fucking loomis, dubcon?

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒! blood and knife play are just 🤤 I loved making this, not tooooooooo smutty, I'm not the best at writing smut lol. unedited, lowercase intended, double periods intended

billy loomis x fem!reader

you and billy had been dating for a while, and you had never had a problem with your sex lives

but one day, it seemed to change

he got rougher. started biting you, sometimes drawing blood, and to be honest, you were into it. like, really into it.

you bought knives, asked if he wanted to use them

he was ecstatic, he felt euphoric

when you used them for the first time, it was like you were in heaven

the fear of him being able to cut you..

the fear that he could do whatever he wanted to you and you wouldn't be able to do anything about it

it was overwhelming in the best way possible

one night, billy told you he'd be over at midnight with his knives and a blindfold

but here you were on your bed. naked, needy, and soaking wet

and he was nowhere to be found

you looked over at the window, thinking you saw something out of the corner of your eye, but you didn't see anything out there. suddenly, you heard your phone ringing. you were confused, it was twelve-thirty and you weren't waiting for any calls. you picked it up, letting out a quiet 'hello?' the line was quiet before a man started speaking. "hello y/n." your brows furrowed as you sat up in your bed. "I'm sorry, who is this? I don't think I recognize your voice." you heard a chuckle on the other side and realized it sounded familiar. "oh, sweetheart.. you'll know who I am soon enough. god, you look so fucking hot right now". you gasped and looked around, wrapping a blanket around your body before getting up and making sure your windows were closed.

"aw, do you think I'm outside? pretty girl, I'm closer than you think." your breathing picks up and so does your heart rate. "oh my god... where the fuck are you, pervert?!" you yell, the phone now at your side. "right here." you hear him next to you and scream, running as fast as you can to get away from him. the blanket was restricting your legs from moving as much as they could, so you got rid of it, just wanting to survive.

but he caught you. he forced you onto the floor and pinned your hands above your head. "god, you're slow." you looked at him with wide eyes as he pulled a blindfold out of his pocket and tied it around your head, making sure you couldn't see anything. you could hear shuffling, assuming he took his mask off. he took his knife and traced your skin with it, the cold metal pressing into your skin slightly, but not hard enough to draw blood.

you hated how turned on you were, you were almost drooling at the thought of being fucked by ghostface and you felt so dirty. you were soaking wet and he knew that. you knew that. you lifted your hips, desperate for any friction or pleasure. he noticed and chuckled at your desperation, it was pitiful. "beg for it." it was like all the air in the universe disappeared as soon as he said it, but you still managed to let out a few words. "please... just fuck me"

eventually, you found out it was billy. about halfway through, your blindfold went up and you caught a glimpse of billy's face just as he came inside you, and he knew you saw him. mutters something like 'shit, now the little whore knows who I am, guess I gotta punish you'

so he carves 'billy's whore' into your stomach.

not deep enough to seriously hurt you, but deep enough to leave scarring.

when you're done, you're so fucked out by his dick that you fell asleep the moment he brought you to your bed. the morning after, you find yourself cuddled up to billy next to you, sleeping like a rock.

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ghastlyfilters · 1 year

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BETRAYAL !

— “AND I HELD YOUR HAND THROUGH ALL OF THESE YEARS, BUT YOU STILL HAVE.. ALL OF ME.”

pairing; billy loomis x fem!reader

summary; what if your biggest betrayal was by someone you’d held the hand of for so many years? billy loomis was supposed to be a pleasant never ending dream, not a soon to be distant memory turned into your one, true nightmare. (reader is replacing the role of sidney)

author’s note: HI. (i was half asleep whilst writing this and found it in my drafts. fuck knows where i was going with it. after reading it, i’m gonna guess it’s something about the whole ‘betrayal’ thing and the reader not knowing the darker truth behind billy’s motive if he is actually the killer? little does she know lmao. but anyway, take this whilst i go finish some requests and write other content. more reqs are open as always. even when i’m busy, i like writing requests here and there. or i’ll leave them for a bit and come back to em! enjoy this fic that i honestly don’t know why my half asleep self wrote💀)

PLEASE DON’T READ IF MENTIONS OF BETRAYAL, DEATH, OR ANYTHING HORROR RELATED AFFECTS YOU!!

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A shiver ran down your spine as flashbacks of hearing about the deaths of Casey Becker and Steve Orth came creeping back into your head. Had the killer intended for you to be next? Or were you just another random teen fit into this psycho’s cruel joke.

Everything was happening all too fast. Yes, you were now sat in Woodsboro police station after being taken in for your own safety. But did you truly feel safe?

No.

“Y/n?” A voice called out.

“Y/n??”

You quickly snapped out of your unpleasant thoughts, looking up to see Deputy Riley standing over you, holding out a small cup of water.

“Thanks, Dewey.” You whispered with a weak smile, accepting the water and placing it down beside you.

Dewey let out a small sigh as he put a hand on your shoulder. “Try not to overthink things, hm? We’ll have this all sorted out soon enough.”

You ran a hand through your hair, wincing at the sickly feeling you had in the pit of your stomach. You’d been incredibly nauseous ever since you arrived at the station. No wonder. You were probably still in shock after the events of tonight.

“Y/n, please. If you stress you’ll just make yourself even more shaken up than you clearly already are. Do you want me to get the nurse to check you over again?” Dewey asked.

“No, it’s alright. I��ll be fine.”

Dewey gave you a small pat on the back as he cleared his throat, slowly beginning to walk away.

“I’ll take you and Tatum home soon, kay?” He said, turning around one last time before heading back over to Sheriff Burk.

You resumed to wandering back into deep thought. Yeah, you were shaken up from the whole ‘killer’ part of tonight, but that wasn’t what hurt most.

Billy.

His name was beginning to feel like a distant memory, waiting for you to finally let go of.

‘Expect the unexpected,’ Most would say. But had you really imagined the one whom you thought you could trust the most would dare to hurt you?

Never.

After fighting for your life as the suspected killer tried to make it come to a brutal and bloody ending, Billy came out of nowhere, sneakily checking up on you every night as he had done for the past two years.

His timing was off. Way, WAY too off.

But the minute that damn phone fell out his pocket, you felt your heart stop immediately.

One hour ago, 34 Elm Street:

He was after you.

He was after YOU.

You yelped as Woodboro’s newly, anonymous killer made his move on you. He viciously kicked you to the floor with his large black boots, ready to gut you any second now.

Struggling, you desperately tried to pick yourself up, but it was no use. The killer grabbed a fistful of your hair, bashing your head against the laminate.

All you could think about was your upcoming cruel ending. How you were not going to see the ones you loved ever so dearly again. Tatum would never get to have late night movie sleepovers with you, Stu wouldn’t be able to make you giggle with his constant cheesiness, Randy and his little sister couldn’t ever see that bright smile of yours again whenever you’d go over to their house, and Billy, oh, Billy..

Your Billy.

You’d never get the chance to hear that soft voice of his ever again, almost as light as feathers themselves. The feeling of his undying love would soon be nothing. All the blissful memories you once shared were about to be over. Forever.

Finally, the monster behind the mask raised his sharp blade above you, ready to finish you off once and for all.

You quickly pushed him off you, sending the killer flying to the wall. Adrenaline had began to kick in. You couldn’t just be so defenceless and let him end you like that! You HAD to see your loved ones again. And you made sure this fucker wouldn’t prevent you from doing that anytime soon.

Quickly scrambling to the front door, you rattled the chain only to find it locked. Fuck. He could easily get back up in time whilst you tried to fix the lock. It wasn’t worth it.

Without hesitation, the killer got back up once again, launching himself at you. You ducked under him as he had clumsily managed to get his Buck 120 knife stuck in the door.

You headed for the stairs but knew he was hot on your heels. It didn’t take long for you to reach your bedroom, running over to the phone beside your bed desperately trying to dial 911.

“Shit!” You cursed. That bastard was still on the other end of the line.

Your only option was to contact them through the shitty computer you’d had for years now. The thing was slow, but you hoped it would be fast enough for you to alarm the police in time.

You whipped your head around only to see that the masked murderer was.. gone?

Before you could even stop and think for a moment, Billy rushed up to your window, climbing into the room. Oh dear god, it was like your prayers had finally been answered.

“Billy!” You breathed deeply, rushing towards him as if you were a small, frightened animal looking for your mother.

“I heard screaming,” Billy panicked. “The door’s locked. You all right?”

He watched you struggle to breathe properly out of pure fear. Fast, uneasy breaths. You clung to him, not letting go. Your sharp nails digging into his back. Not that he was bothered, that is.

“The killer’s here. He’s in the house! He’s in the house, he’s got a knife!” You cried, breathing in Billy’s cologne and masculine scent.

“He’s gone.” Billy said with a faint whisper, shushing you as you whimpered in his ear. “He’s gone, it’s alright.”

You were safe. You were in Billy’s arms for crying out loud! Everything was going to be fine.

A crash was heard as something had fallen out of your lover’s pocket, heading straight to the floor. You slowly turned your head around, staring directly at the item that had fell.

The phone.

You felt your throat close as it gave you that sickening, nauseating tingle you’d always hated. Your heartbeat became slower and slower. All you could do was stay in Billy’s arms, frozen out of fear before realisation truly hit.

Billy could feel the difference in your bodily functions, and cocked his head as you looked at him in horror, backing away.

“What?” He asked, his tone concerned.

You stared at your lover with pure disgust. Watching as he grew more and more confused. Your mind and mouth did not respond to his series of questions, demanding to know what was wrong and why you were looking at him with such terror.

Everything appeared to soon be ignored as you were only focused on one thing and one thing only.

Betrayal.

Your heart rate finally picked back up again, causing you to run out of the room. Billy followed behind, but you didn’t care. It wasn’t now until he realised you weren’t just running away, you were running away from HIM.

“Whoa, whoa, wait, wait! Wait, Y/n, wait!” Billy yelled, now full on going after you to get his answer.

You managed to get halfway down the stairs before he stopped chasing you, you could hear him screaming for you at the top of the staircase, leaning heavily onto the banister.

“Wait, wait, wait, WAIT! What’s going on?”

Your heart was in your throat whilst you could not believe what was happening right now. Too much, too soon.

“Y/n, come back!” He shrieked.

“Y/N!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Now, Woodsboro Police Station:

Tears welled up in your eyes as those dark memories of tonight replayed, ones that would never quite leave your head.

“Y/n!” The same voice from your flashback called.

You looked up, slightly wincing at who you saw through the window of Sheriff Burk’s office.

Him.

Billy stared intensely at you from afar through the glass, his eyes filled with nothing but anger and never ending thoughts of confusion.

Yet, something else hid behind those eyes. A dark type of mystery you weren’t ready to know yet.

It was as if your lover felt the same feeling of betrayal you were experiencing yourself. But not betrayal because you’d suspected it was him trying to kill you, something else that was far different. Something worse.

I mean, you hadn’t did anything, right? It was Billy who had made himself look as guilty as he did. Far too suspicious for anyone to believe for the time being. Yet, his aura practically told you he showed no signs of guilt..

You began to sweat nervously as he continued to stare. What if, it truly had nothing to do with Billy? Had timing been your saviour tonight? Was he innocent enough to prove he had only arrived to your house to see you again?

A darker truth lay untold for now. The feeling of betrayal was mutual, but something else just told one a devious message about the other.

Something was coming.

Something, bad.

Something that in reality, was already here..

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lanawinterscigarettes · 1 year

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Bloody Good Fun (Billy Loomis x reader)

Kinkmas Day 4: knife kink + blood play

A/N: here's day four 🔪 (I'm really hoping y'all appreciate the title's word play lolol)

Warnings: SMUT, gender neutral reader, mention of a safeword being established beforehand (it's never used), some consumption of reader's blood by Billy (because he's gross), bottom reader, top Billy, reader's a tease, Billy accidentally finishes early

"You'll be careful, right?"

Billy looked up at you from his position at the foot of the bed, giving his knife collection a good once over while deciding which one he was going to use for that night's fun.

"Of course. I won't purposely knick any arteries, if that's what you're asking," he said playfully.

"Billy, I'm serious." You brought your knees up to your chest, your arms going to wrap around your legs. "I don't want to end up getting hurt or anything like that."

"If you didn't want to get hurt, you wouldn't have asked me for this." He finally chose a knife, running his finger along the blade as he admired it.

"You know what I mean."

Upon hearing the apprehension in your voice, he dropped the knife and made his way over to you. "Hey. Look at me," he gently commanded, placing his finger under your chin.

You tilted your head up at him, and saw that any playfulness that was once in his eyes were now gone, replaced instead with genuine concern.

"It at any time you want to stop, just let me know, and we will. Okay? We have a safeword for a reason. I won't do anything you're uncomfortable with, I promise."

You nodded your head to show you understood, feeling safer already. As much as you loved Billy, and trusted him, you'd seen first hand how terrifyingly cold and heartless his gaze could become at the snap of a finger. His promise to put your safety above his own pleasure meant a lot coming from him, and you both knew it.

"Okay. I trust you," you told him.

"Good," he said, picking the knife back up again and loosely holding it against your throat.

Your eyes widened, not in fear, but in lust.

Chuckling at your reaction, Billy decided to test the waters by taking it a step further.

You felt as the cold blade of the knife traveled down your neck to your collarbone, giving it the slightest nick. The gasp you let out brought a smile to his face as he admired the crimson color on your otherwise untarnished skin.

He brought the knife up to his lips, swiping his tongue along the now slightly bloody blade. "Mmh. Better than corn syrup, for sure."

Any other situation you would have let out a small giggle, but now just didn't seem the time for it.

He pulled you in for a kiss while continuing to trail the knife along your upper chest. You could just barely hear him unbuckle his belt over your own heartbeat, which was full of adrenaline.

Your pants had been long gone before he even brought the knives out, and you'd been prepped beforehand, so he had no trouble pushing in (he still went slowly, just in case).

You gasped at the sensation of feeling him enter you, knowing his slow pace wouldn't last long. And you were right.

He smirked at the many noises you made, some of them from him and some of them caused by the knife. He made a few more cuts along your collarbone, not deep enough to cause any damage but still enough to draw blood.

Even though he'd only just started, you could tell he was already close by the way he set the knife to the side and his hands gripped the headboard.

"Close already?" You teased, to which he growled in return.

"Shut up," he hissed, right before cumming only moments later.

He glared at you while you smirked back, watching as he clean off his knife with a rag.

"That was fun, but next time try not to finish before you've even started."

The end feel a tad bit anticlimactic but I was honestly too tired to add any more

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samwinchestersister · 1 year

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Drugs and Money - Billy Loomis x Prescott!Reader

PART ONE

SUMMARY: You were Sydney's twin sister, and you and Billy have an unusual, psychotic relationship. You discover the other side of him and decide to help out in your mother's murder. OR a bit of heteroerotic fun while covered in blood. WARNINGS: Gore + Blood, Organs and Violence, Minor character death A/N: Yall please ignore any mistakes this is my first real story on tumblr! I also don't know much about gutting humans but I did like 5 minutes of research on this 😭😭

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Someone taught Billy to play chess a long time ago.

That someone had been his mother, twice as cunning as his father. Speed chess had been his favourite — a timer running down, a taste of adrenaline to get his brain thinking, scrambling to find his plan. That’s nothing compared to the rush of Stu’s hunting knife in his fingers. It’s light and thin, just like he likes it. This is enough to get the job done.

Blood is rushing in his ears, mouth is sour. He can feel his heartbeat in his head, fingers tightening and bracing for impact around the handle.

The fabric is pulled taut over his skin, a black drape which will keep his body concealed without interfering too much with his movement. You're wearing a costume just like this one, waiting for the moment he gives the signal.

There’s enough tension in the air to cut through with his knife.

Nancy Loomis was a bitch. But she'd also taught him the importance of strategy, of thinking ahead. Thankfully, Maureen Prescott wouldn’t be sober enough to keep up with her opponents.

He thumbs at the dial of his voice changer, crouched beneath a set of bushes at the far end of the Prescott household. You would know your mother’s house the best, meaning that you would run in first, Billy following her lead. You'd already done her part earlier that day, slipping in a cheap dose of crushed Doxylamine into the bottles of wine.

He would be waiting for Maurine in the back. Tomorrow, what’s left of her rotting corpse would be flashed on news channels across the state. “I'm Ready, You?”

He can hear you take a deep breath over the phone. Finally, you sigh. “Born ready.”

“Good.” He seals the shitty mask over his face, fastening the strap under his hair. He intends to enjoy this.

Motive is bullshit.

Every horror movie follows a script: some big-tit chick running away from a murderer turns into the world's fastest whodunnit. But the legendary ones -- the ones immortalized in the movies -- don't need a motive. Just ask Michael Myers, Freddy Kruger, or Jason Voorhees. Billy’s seen every horror flick there is to see, even the technically-illegal snuff films that are hard to find and even harder to stomach.

Maureen Prescott cries, begs, and pleads for her life as she dies. It’s a lot more than he expected from a bitch like her, and it’s a fun surprise that she’s aware enough to understand what’s going to happen to her. She was a fighter, which makes it all the more hilarious when he drags her outside by the arms.

He hears the thud as her head slams down with each step, small traces of blood leaking from where you had hit her with the wine bottle. There are no lights out here, no neighbours to hear her for a mile in each direction. A piece of glass glints up from her forehead, lodged in the skin deep enough to hurt. She’s conscious — just barely.

Her eyes drop before flickering back up, pupils darting around wildly, like prey. He's surprisingly still on his feet. It had taken the two of you to pin her down, and she managed to get in a good hit near his jaw during a scuffle in the kitchen. Fucking whore. He’ll make her regret it.

“Asshole!” Maureen yells through her drugged haze. There are tears in her eyes. She’s been keeping up her little screams for nearly ten minutes, crying for her daughters.

Like you would save her. He grins a little, amused. A foot in her ribs oughta shut her up. She makes a wheezing noise, gasping, “Where’s my daughter, you fucking bastard?”

He leans down. He found it a little funny at first, but she’s becoming a bit annoying. And he can’t leave her like that, can he? He swipes a small strand of hair from her forehead, dark brown decorated with reddish blood. The gloves are necessary, but he wishes he could feel her underneath his hands.

“Your daughter isn’t here to save you, Ms Prescott,” he whispers. She looks up at him, brown eyes blown wide. She looks almost exactly like you. “Now, Maureen, be good, and I’ll let her live.”

She doesn’t make a single noise after that.

You take care of the ropes, nimbly following the steps that Stu had taught you a week prior. Up, over, down, knot. You sling two of the hand-made restraints over the lowest branch of an oak tree, just a couple feet off the ground. It’s a makeshift cross, a perfect place to put up your mom on display.

Billy does most of the grunt work, shoving Maureen’s body up till her wrists are in the restraints, a heavy boulder carrying her weight. God, what a fucking sight. He can’t wait to carve her the fuck open. Poetic justice for what Maureen did to his family. She'd die screaming for her sins.

He takes off the mask, relishing the look on dear old Prescott’s face when you do the same. She doesn’t quite grasp it yet, maybe trying to reel from the shock, as she takes in the sight of her you. Nothing could’ve prepared her for this. This is fucking hilarious.

He remembers the day he realized his mother was leaving, the day she had the argument with Hank Loomis about the other woman. He wonders if his face looked similar to hers right now.

You get to finish her off.

You shove the tip of the knife against the column of your mother’s throat, watching as it moves up and down. Maureen doesn’t dare to breathe. Billy has to crack a grin at that — it’s pathetic watching her squirm. Your grip is determined. You steady it in your fingers, before sweeping it over the jugular in a wide arc.

One thing they don’t show you in the movies is the gore. No matter how much they show you on screen, you’ll never quite understand how much blood a human body can have until you see it right in front of you. It doesn’t just drip, it fucking fountains. There’s less than a minute to react before it soaks them completely, landing on the grass, their costumes, and their faces.

Drops of it decorate his tongue, and he swallows the bitter taste of iron down. There’s some of it on his eyelids, his face, his arms. You're gonna get away with this, scott-fucking-free. He nearly fucking kisses you there, right and then, with Maureen Prescott’s blood in their mouths.

Your mother’s corpse hangs like Jesus on a fucking cross, body distended from her head. Her spine and muscle keep her body attached, the oesophagus and thyroid peeking through. You cut clean through the first three main arteries, leaving the right side of her body mostly intact.

Well, not for long.

As soon as he’s wiped out the fluid from his eyes, he grabs the knife and shoves it straight into her groin. In the movies, the knife passes through muscle like it’s butter. In real life, it takes almost all of his strength to get it in there. It catches on layers of skin and muscle, and it might’ve been a little rougher than nescessary, but it’s not deep enough to damage organs. Next comes the hard part. Billy’s a natural with a knife, but it takes a certain type of willpower to gut something — or someone. He aims the knife upwards and moves up to the sternum, tearing away at clothes and careful not to touch the abdominal lining.

Everything is so red inside of her.

How many men has she fucked? How many people have she let in, and how many families had Maureen torn apart? He jerks back in disgust.

He finds the windpipe, clutching it between two fingers and sawing it open with a little bit of difficulty. It’s so heavy, heavier than he’d expected. You catches your mom's intestines in her fingers, slippery and long, between her arms, looking as disgusted as Billy felt. Serves that cocksucking whore right. It needed to be done.

Just one less piece of shit in Woodsboro.

“Strip, babe,” Billy groans, sweeping off his own tee shirt in one quick go. His socks and shoes were the first to go, nestled in the kitchen skink, where the blood was being washed off. You climbed out of your tank top, leaving only a bra and tiny shorts. Your skin was perfect, streaks of red peppering your entire body.

God, he wonders what you taste like underneath all of that. He’ll have to wait to find out till another day. He climbs out of his jeans quickly, leaving himself only in blood-stained boxers.

They’d really fucking done that.

Once you finished cleaning yourselves up, you would call the police, and give them a couple minutes' head start. You would stay home, and Billy would return to the Loomis household before midnight.

Stu would take care of the alibi: You and Billy would’ve come over to the Macher household for a movie night. Thankfully, Stu’s household was mostly empty at all times, which meant no witnesses. Nick Prescott would be out of town by eight, and around ten, Billy would drive you home before getting himself back to the Loomis house. You would come home to find your mother’s dead body hanging from a tree, and you would immediately call 911 in a panic. Sydney, who was sleeping over at Tatum's would be driven to the Prescott house by Dewey.

He never expected this plan to flow so smoothly.

The two of you step into the upstairs shower together, hands pulling at what they could reach. Something fills up his chest, making it nearly impossible to breathe. He grabs you as quickly as possible, spinning you around in the bathroom until your back hit the tiled wall.

"Someone's handsy," you grin, slow and relaxed. You feel too good to be in a rush. "Assault's a crime, y'know."

"You gonna arrest me?" Billy asks, low and suave. Something simmers in his stomach. He's fucked around with girls before -- Christina, Sydney, and a handful of others he doesn't remember. But it's never felt this way with anyone but you.

Your eyes rake him down. "In your dreams.

You were so close. A couple of centimetres would close the gap. Your eyes are blown wide, a splatter of drying blood trailing across your nose. Your hair cascades down your shoulders. Steam from the hot shower beads against your skin. Billy wants to drag his tongue across it, taste you on his teeth. Water covers you both, clouding his vision.

He leans down, hair flapping down to his eyes. Maybe it's reflex that causes you to swipe it away, fingers rolling over his warm skin. Your fingers clasp his cheeks, pulling him close enough for your noses to touch.

His eyes are wide open. His mouth is parted in a little gasp. You close your eyes and plunge in, lips fitting around his like you were made for each other. He doesn’t move, frozen in shock, before he starts kissing you back in earnest. It’s a weird angle, his lips are dry, and you're inexperienced at best. And yet, everything feels so fucking perfect that you can't bring yourself to care.

His hands are in your hair, on your throat, against your collarbone. He explores what he can, you do the same — cheeks, jaw, base of his neck. His fingers find your jugular, the place where you slit open Maureen. He could dig his fingers in there right now, feel the veins shift and tremble underneath the pressure. Let it break open. Feel as the blood pulses through his fingers.

You look up at him. It’s always been like this between the two of you — not needing words. He already knows what you mean.

"Billy," you whisper. "Fuck."

"Fuck," he agrees, before he tangles his hands back in your hair and forces his lips against yours.

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4doll · 11 months

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Billy Loomis NSFW headcanons 🥺

NSFW Billy Loomis Headcanons

His hands are always on your body, whispering praises into your skin. He absolutely worships you and your body.

He love seeing your face when you cum, it sends him closer to cumming. He loves seeing your fucked out face.

DUMBIFCATION!!! He loves fucking you dumb to the point you not being able to not even form a sentence. “I make you that dumb huh?”

He loves putting his fingers in your mouth after fingering you, “How good do you taste?” he just finds it hot

Fingering you when you’re needy and he can’t help you with his cock. Busy watching a new horror movie and you get horny for him in the middle of it? You’re riding his fingers while in his lap while his head is on your shoulder watching the movie as you pleasure yourself on him.

Full nelson when you get too tired to ride his cock. He only does it when he’s super needy for you and has enough energy.

Texts you in advance when he’s had a bad day and needs you. When he gets to your house he immediately is kissing you. Taking his frustrations out on you by pounding you into your mattress.

Sex in the kitchen when you’re home alone and he can come over. Fucking on the counter as he saw you making something and seeing your thighs and couldn’t resist.

Telling you to be quiet when he snuck in and you were needy for him. “Be quiet.. Don’t wanna be caught now do we? You wanted this cock and you’ll be quiet for it.”

Whenever your in a place that could have y’all caught he whispers stuff into your ear like “You wanna be caught don’t you? Want everyone to know who you’re such a whore for.” “Don’t want our friends to know what of a slut you are.” “Shhhh..” Stuffing his fingers in your mouth or making out with you to keep you quiet.

When he’s fingering you he’ll kiss you, trying to keep you quiet even if you’re home alone.

Will make you take all of his dick when he’s fucking your throat. No mercy.

Sloppy make out sessions while high or needy.

When Billy is needy he is needy he will not care if you’re busy, he will make you make time for him for you to ride his cock.

When he’s super needy he’s super touchy, his hands exploring your body while you ride him. Gripping onto your hips to keep him grounded in reality.

Loves watching your ass ripple from the sheer amount of power in his thrusts as he fucks you form the back. Slapping your ass occasionally.

Loves marking you. Hickeys and bruises from him gripping your hips or waist to help him with the thrusting, depending on the position.

Watching you cry from the pleasure he’s giving you makes him almost cum on the spot. While you mumble and go dumb while he fucks you turns him on so much.

a/n: sorry for not posting for a month! I totally lost motivation and I hope this will make up for me not posting </3

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schmidtsbimbo · 1 year

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★Billy Loomis & Stu Macher x Bimbo!Reader headcanons★

𖦹Warnings: slightly suggestive if you squint

⋆｡°‧Requests are open! Comments and reblogs are welcome and appreciated ♡

Billy ⁀➷

୨୧― You aren't really his usual type but when he met you he just couldn't get you of his mind

୨୧― Loves how different both of your aesthetics are and how they clash (but would never admit it)

୨୧― Gets slightly possessive whenever guys stare but also loves it

୨୧― He gets so touchy when someone's staring a little too hard

୨୧― (Somewhat) Playfully asks you to cover up a little more

୨୧― But also says things like, "Wear whatever you want, you know I can fight."

୨୧― Adores how clueless you are on so many things

୨୧― Loves the way he sticks out like a sore thumb in your room; completely covered in pink decorations and plushies

୨୧― Pays you random visits through your window just to see you in your skimpy night gowns

Stu ⁀➷

୨୧― Instantly fell in love with the way you carried yourself and didn't seem to care what others thought of the way you dressed

୨୧― Loves helping you pick out your outfits

୨୧― Buys you things he'd think you'll like whenever he's out

୨୧― Does not care how revealing you dress, if anything he encourages it and lives for it

୨୧― Begs you to let him pick out your next nail design

୨୧― Keeps an eye on you at gatherings and parties just to make sure no one gets handsy

୨୧― Loves gossiping with you, always comes up to you with something like, "You will not guess what I overheard in class today" in such a dramatic tone

୨୧― Defends you like his life depends on it whenever someone says something negative about the way you dress

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loomis-macher · 4 months

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I’ll never forget reading through a comment section debating what Stu’s motive was and someone said “stu was just in it for funsies” and you know what, they’re 100% right.

#and that’s my head canon in my fic #scream #scream 1996 #stuilly #stu macher #stuilly fic #stu x billy #billy x stu #billy loomis fic #text

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luwritesomething · 1 year

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Billy Loomis x Reader: even the strong ones break.

Words: 1315

Warnings: bad parenting, swearing probably, not proofread, i can’t remember lol

Summary: It was the first time ever you had seen Billy cry, and it was certainly shocking to see him fall apart so miserably, but that wasn’t stopping you from trying to make him feel better. He had been strong for a while now, and everyone needed a break from time to time, even Billy Loomis.

Author's note: OKAY SO MY SCREAM OBSESSION IS STILL STANDING, and i’ve been writing in ao3 instead of in here because i wanted to get away from my responsabilities and numerous dodge mason & wednesday show request. sorry, i got overwhelmed, but i’m back, and i’m bringing all of my pieces in ao3 with me. here you go. you can find the link to ao3 here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39896499

Criticism is appreciated and request are open! Hit that anon button and tell me your idea! The list for the characters I write is HERE.

Your head hurt from reading with a bad light for too long. The simplicity in the beauty of reading every night before going to sleep had taken you a bit too far, but what could you say? You weren’t giving up on reading just because of a light headache, you were strong enough to handle it.

Still, you had enough for tonight and you decided to put your current read aside in order to already go to sleep. Your eyelids felt too heavy to continue and you could be stubborn, but not dumb enough to fall asleep while reading in an uncomfortable position that would have you complaining the next day. Your arm reached out for the switch next to your bed, turning the lights off after you had gotten in bed, ready to get some good quality sleep. It was perfect: the bed felt nice, your pillow was cold, the sheets were smooth against your skin, it wasn’t too hot nor too cold in your room and there were some nice, comforting sounds outside the window.

There were noises outside your window. You jumped out of the bed once your brain was able to process the fact, without needing to wonder who it could be. Stu had never snuck through your window, which didn’t sound that weird knowing he didn't have what it took to speak softly after sneaking into your room — Billy, however, was all about crawling through your bedroom’s window and being secretly soft. He had justified his passion for sneaking in with the adrenaline of maybe getting caught, but you also knew it kinda had to do with the quick of energy he got whenever he saw you.

You unlocked your window as fast as you could and opened it, immediately stepping aside to let Billy sneak in, knowing he would need no help to do so. He had become a real expert with that, and that’s the reason why your alarms got set off when you saw how Billy almost tripped with his feet once he was in your room.

“Well, it’s dark in here.” He said, and even his voice sounded off. More dry and less playful than usual. “Were you sleeping?”

“I was about to,” you shrugged before turning around to switch the lights on. Once there was light, you carefully glanced at him, noticing the exhaustion and anger on his face. “Everything alright, Billy?”

Billy nodded, looking away. “Yeah. Just got bored from the fighting, that’s all.”

Of course, that was the reason why he was acting so strangely. It had taken Billy an eternity to confess his parents had been fighting a lot lately, and he was a worse actor than he thought he was — since he had opened up, all the signs of him acting different instantly gave away how hurt he felt, even though neither you or Stu thought he would ever admit it. Billy was too proud for that, but you sometimes just wished he would let his pride aside.

“Can I—?” Billy’s voice broke before he could finish his question. You immediately looked at him, alarmed and shocked when you discovered tears in Billy’s cold eyes. He looked as vulnerable as he did annoyed with himself. “Fuck!”

“Hey…” You walked up to him and put your hand to his arm, not wanting to overwhelm him. The physical contact actually made him sob and break down in furious tears, but you knew it wasn’t your fault “Oh, Billy”

You pulled him in for a hug, comfortably wrapping your arms around him. Billy leaned into your touch, incapable of stopping his crying as you tried to comfort him and ground him. It was the first time ever you had seen Billy cry, and it was certainly shocking to see him fall apart so miserably, but that wasn’t stopping you from trying to make him feel better. He had been strong for a while now, and everyone needed a break from time to time, even Billy Loomis.

“It’s so bad, Y/N,” sobbed Billy, pressing his head into your shoulder. “They’re filing for divorce”

You caressed his black hair, pulling him impossibly closer to you. “I’m so sorry, Billy.” Your hand traveled to his back, rubbing circles there.

Billy shook in your arms, and you guessed it was anger. If you had learned something about him during the last months was the amount of fury and anger he had inside him, a type of anger not even football allowed him to break out from. He snapped from time to time, snickering and saying things he regretted later, and he would bottle up his feelings and hide them in the darkest place — Stu had told you to get used to it. You just thought it was sad —. Being able to see him like that was kind of comforting, knowing he wasn’t holding back from his feelings anymore, but it was also terribly painful, because it showed how much he was hurting and that hurt you too.

“Talk to me, Billy.” You murmured, holding him tightly to make sure he knew you were there for him.

He shook with his head, and you mentally cursed his mentality of keeping everything to himself. As he kept shaking, you kept stroking his hair and drawing grounding circles on his back. You didn’t make him move until he had kept shaking, pulling him slightly away from you to check how he was, to see into his soul through his truthful eyes.

Billy had stopped crying, no more tears were coming out of his dark eyes, but he kept sobbing like a kid who had fallen while riding his bike. Your hand came to his face to cup his cheek, lovingly caressing the clear skin with your thumb.

“Stay for the night.” The whisper came out of your lips without you having to think about it, and Billy instantly nodded, looking away. He hated that you were seeing him like that.

The hand that was cupping his face fell to his hand, so you could carefully grab it and guide him to your bed. Billy joined you in the bed once you had already laid down, and it surprised you when instead of laying down next to you, he crawled towards you and found a space for himself in between your thighs, finally laying down with his head pressing against your chest. Half Billy’s weight was on you, but thanks to the way he had laid down it was definitely manageable. Stu was the one who did that, claiming the space between your thighs, while Billy usually played the role of the big spoon by your side.

“Hey, Billy,” you muttered through his infinite sobs, muffled by his head pressed against his chest. Still, you knew he was listening to you. “I love you. A lot, okay? You know that, right?”

In sync with a sob, Billy nodded his head. You didn’t need for him to say it back, not at that moment at least. But you guessed he really needed it to hear it from you, and you guessed right.

Billy’s sobs grew quieter with the time passing, but you kept holding him and playing with his head in order to distract him. You could still, from time to time, hear a muffled sob that let you know he hadn’t still cried himself to sleep. It actually took you some moments to realize he had fallen asleep when he did, but the way he breathed calmly and heavily and the silence gave it away after some minutes. Only when you were completely sure Billy wouldn’t wake up, you reached your arm out to switch the lights off again, this time ready to sleep. Before closing your eyes, you leaned in to kiss Billy’s forehead, murmuring again the words i love you, wondering if he could hear it in his sleep.

#billy loomis #billy loomis fic #billy loomis x reader #scream #scream 1 #scream 1996 #scream franchise #reader is inclusive #lu writes #lu writing #my writing #fanfiction #ao3 saw this first #please request for scream characters i love them #requests are open

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madwomansapologist · 8 months

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Cherry + Billy

cherry — do they get jealous of their lover easily? do they show it?

⤷ with: billy loomis

All the fucking time. And he will make sure everyone knows that you are his.

Billy is possessive. You are his, only his, and apparently some people didn't get the message. Billy is not the type to ignore someones action, to be ok because he knows you want him. No fucking way. That mean is ready to make a crime scene.

His hand will held you body next to his, showing to whoever is watching that you feel willing with his touch. Billy's hand will wander around your skin, pull you closer to him, intertwine with your hair, grab you by your neck. You want him to touch you, you gave him permission to do that, and everyone will see how easily you can melt for him.

If he sees someone flirting with you, touching your arm or just being closer than it was necessary, Billy will intervine. Even if he just think someone is doing so, he will be there. He will kiss you, ask everything is up to your date, tell you that you left your blouse on his house. All making visual contact with the poor cadaver person in front of you.

But if you are not close, than Billy will be really honest. He will threaten, humiliate, intimidate. He would make the other person fear him with all they have.

And Billy is not they type to forgive and forget.

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stuslover · 10 months

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calling – billy loomis

pairing: billy loomis x fem!reader

avisos: menciona sangue e facas (não são realmente usadas), ghostface!stu leva uma surra do billy, reader não sabe nada sobre a franquia child's play, menção a um billy safadinho e gírias homofóbicas (billy e stu usando), billy psicótico no final.

notas da autora: estou com os pedidos abertos, caso tenha alguma ideia em mente estou mais que disposta em torna-la realidade (:

word count: 3280

revisado

não deveria ser nem dez da noite quando você finalmente escutou o telefone tocar no andar debaixo. não foi estranho, você já estava esperando uma ligação de seu namorado, billy, já que ele faltou a escola essa manhã e você ficou preocupada, indo a sua casa o visitar e questionar o motivo de sua ausência na aula, normalmente você ignoraria esse ocorrido porquê faltar as aulas de matemática era algo que billy fazia com frequência junto de stu, a questão é que hoje stu estava presente e isso era no mínimo suspeito quando havia um assassino em série a solta pela cidade matando adolescentes que transavam.

billy disse que estava se sentindo mal e que havia tomado um molho de remédios e isso desregulou seu sono, o que o fez dormir até às dez da manhã. você resolveu dar um tempo ao seu namorado porém pediu que ele ligasse quando se sentisse melhor, ele prometeu que faria ao anoitecer e horas passaram enquanto você esperava o toque do telefone residencial. o momento, por fim, chegou e você desceu as escadas correndo animada, com um sorriso de canto preparada pra uma sequência de conversa sem sentido até o sono bater ou seus pais chegarem do jantar de aniversário de casamento.

você pegou o telefone na mesa de centro, apertando no botão para iniciar a chamada, logo em seguida pôs o aparelho na orelha.

— oi, billy. — se jogando no sofá, você sorriu esperando que seu namorado respondesse mas não demorou nem dois segundos para que você percebesse que não se tratava de billy naquela chamada.

— quem fala? — uma voz sombria fez com que você fechasse seu sorriso, você pensou que a linha estivesse ruim por conta da voz levemente distorcida do outro lado. — alô? você não está me escutando?

— quem é? — respondendo sem muito humor, você se levantou do sofá.

— eu perguntei primeiro.

— como você não sabe pra quem ligou? — você revirou os olhos e suspirou estressada com essa situação. — com quem você quer falar?

— com quem eu tô falando?

— ah, vai se foder. — no mesmo instante apertou o botão de desligar, batendo com o telefone na mesa de centro e se preparando pra subir de volta para seu quarto.

deu alguns passos e subiu metade da escadaria quando de repente o telefone toca de novo. você imaginou que aquele homem suspeito fosse stu ou randy tentando te pregar uma peça, isso tem acontecido com frequência desde que a polícia vazou a informação de que o assassino psicótico escondido atrás de uma máscara de fantasma costuma ligar para suas vítimas e fazer perguntas sobre filmes de terror; pra sua sorte, você namorava um expert em filmes de terror e conhecia todo o gênero de cabo a rabo, você não tinha medo de ser perguntada sobre alguns filmes assustadores. no meio de seus pensamentos sobre seus melhores amigos estarem te pregando peças o telefone apitou mais uma vez.

você desceu os degraus mas dessa vez com sangue nos olhos, querendo xingar quem quer que estivesse mantendo a linha de seu namorado ocupada. dessa vez você atendeu preparada para xingar seus amigos.

— o que você quer, seu filho da puta? — as palavras saíram afiadas de sua língua.

— wow, estou encrencado por faltar hoje ou coisa do tipo? — sua expressão se suavizou ao ouvir uma voz familiar.

dessa vez era seu amado namorado, você sorriu ao escutar sua voz preguiçosa e profunda, indicando que ele acaba de acordar de uma soneca.

— desculpa, meu amor. é que eu acabei de receber uma ligação super estranha de algum idiota tentado passar um trote. — com ar apaixonado você caminhou pela casa, indo do centro da sala de estar até a entrada da cozinha enquanto falava com o moreno. — então, você tá se sentindo melhor?

— mais ou menos, acho que foi todo doce que eu comi ontem a noite que me fez mal e... — você estranhou o silêncio repentino de seu namorado.

— o que foi, amor?

— tem alguém na porta, eu acho. — você pode ouvir ele gemer de desgosto, e o som das cobertas sendo arremessadas indicava que billy estava se levantando pra ir verificar quem é. — eu vou desligar e daqui a dez minutos eu te ligo de volta, okay?

em passos largos você foi até a janela, tentando ver a última casa no fim da rua, onde seu namorado morava, pra espiar quem poderia ser a essas horas da noite. já era esperado que você não conseguisse nem ao menos ver a casa com completa nitidez. estava tarde e você achou que seria uma ideia terrível destrancar as portas de casa.

você começou a se preocupar depois de dois minutos de espera e o telefone tocou de novo, você atendeu na hora, com a voz macia para seu namorado doente.

— quem era na porta, billy?

— não é o billy aqui. — a mesma voz sombria fez seu coração acelerar, você temeu o pior antes de respirar fundo tentando se concentrar em outras coisas, olhando pra janela para ver se conseguia ver seu namorado na rua. nada dele. — com que estou falando?

— como você não sabe pra quem ligou? — você tirou o telefone da orelha tentando manter a linha desocupada para o seu garoto mas dessa vez ele gritou, chamando sua atenção.

— desliga na minha cara de novo e eu vou estripar a porra do seu namorado como se ele fosse um peixe!

seus olhos se arregalaram de surpresa com suas palavras violentas e aí teve certeza de que se tratava do assassino mascarado que tem feito massacres nos últimos dias, o apelidado ghostface pela tatum. você levou o telefone de volta a orelha, com os olhos cheios de lágrimas e os lábios tremendo, seu coração acelerado dentro do peito.

— oh, pelo visto você desistiu de me deixar falando sozinho, não é?! — no fundo de sua voz tinha um tom cômico com sua reação apavorada. — não tente nenhuma gracinha, eu tô de olho em você.

— o que você quer? — você gritou pro homem no telefone, sentindo as lágrimas escorrerem pelo seu rosto e a garganta se fechar.

— acenda a luz do pátio e vá para a porta do quintal. — você fez. no gramado tinha um pequeno rastro de sangue que chamou sua atenção, te fazendo chorar ainda mais. — o que você vê?

— sangue...! tem sangue no chão! — o homem riu do outro lado da linha. — de quem é esse sangue? por favor, por favor, me deixe em paz!

— calma gatinha, nada vai acontecer com billy... — você chorou ainda mais, fechando os olhos com força enquanto encostava a cabeça na porta de vidro. sem reação pra sair e ajudar o menino aonde quer que ele estivesse. — ... se você jogar um jogo comigo.

— qualquer coisa! só deixe meu namorado e eu em paz!

— é assim que eu gosto. — ele limpou a garganta. — ouvi dizer que você realmente gosta de filmes de terror, não é? — sua mente nublada se satisfez com aquela proposta.

você não sabia se ele brincava de outros jogos sem ser esses, ghostface era sádico o suficiente pra planejar algo mais cruel contra suas vítimas, mas você teve sorte por ser questionada sobre seu gênero de filmes favorito. ele não poderia machucar billy se você o ganhasse em seu próprio jogo, assim você esperava.

— eu tenho observado você a bastante tempo, Y/N. te olhei de longe em todos os lugares que você possa lembrar que esteve nos últimos meses, eu sou como sua sombra e você foi burrinha o suficiente pra não me reparar ao seu redor a momento algum. nem ao menos quando conversamos.

todo seu monólogo lhe deixou confusa, isso só poderia significar que o ghostface era alguém próximo de você ou obcecado o suficiente pra te perseguir e de forma tão sutil que nem passou por sua cabeça.

— carrie, psicose e a hora do pesadelo são seus filmes favoritos, não são? — você acenou com a cabeça, sabendo que ele podia te ver de algum lugar da casa. — pois bem, vou tornar as coisas fáceis pra você, só pra você entender melhor como funciona esse jogo. eu te faço três perguntas sobre filmes e se você responder corretamente aquele filho da puta não morre, entendeu?

— certo.

— então lá vai sua primeira pergunta: em a hora do pesadelo, qual é o número da casa da protagonista, e final girl do primeiro filme, nancy thompson?

você pensou um pouco, ficando tensa ao tentar lembrar o número exato. você estava com medo de confundir as coisas e errar, a vida de billy dependia dessas respostas. quer dizer, você já assistiu a hora do pesadelo dezenas de vezes sozinha e com seus amigos mas noites de cinema. você não poderia errar, nem que quisesse.

— 1428 elm street... — soava mais como uma pergunta do que uma resposta definitiva, você se culpou por alguns segundos jurando que havia errado a resposta, você pode jurar que na verdade era 1438.

você assistiu a esse filme tantas vezes com billy que se culpou ainda mais, nunca podia prestar atenção nos mínimos detalhes quando estava ao lado do seu namorado safado por natureza.

— resposta correta! — você soltou o ar do seu peito, virando-se de costas pro vidro da porta e se sentando no chão da forma mais dramática e cinematográfica que você poderia imaginar. — pelo visto você realmente não quer que aquele viadinho morra.

— acaba logo com isso, eu te imploro!

— próxima pergunta: em carrie, o que eles usam para o sangue de porco? oh, estou deixando isso tão fácil pra você. sorte sua ser uma gostosa.

— essa eu sei, seu merda! é xarope de milho, mesmo que sissy spaceak tivesse insistido jogassem sangue de verdade nela.

mesmo com o desespero e a adrenalina correndo pelas suas veias, você se sentiu orgulhosa de si mesmo por estar mandando tão bem nas perguntas. uma parte dentro de você mandava abrir a porta e correr pra encontrar billy mas a outra estava determinada em ganhar o chamado ghostface em seu próprio jogo.

— garota, você definitivamente é uma expert em filmes de terror! queria ter a chance de te foder como billy faz. — o homem na chamada parecia tão sádico e pateta que você desconfiou que não fosse o real ghostface e sim seus amigos tentando tirar uma com sua cara.

mas os elogios do assassino, a forma como ele te chamou de gostosa e disse que queria te foder como seu namorado faz te deu ainda mais confiança sobre si. só faltava uma última pergunta antes que ganhasse aquela brincadeira de mal gosto. a confiança se dissipava todas as vezes que lembrava como a vida do loomis estava completamente e somente em suas mãos.

— próxima pergunta: em child's play de 1988 é introduzido o assassino em série praticante de voodoo conhecido como o estrangulador de lakeshore. embora seja conhecido como chucky, qual nome do estrangulador?

essa pergunta te pegou de jeito. você arregalou os olhos, sentindo seu coração parar por dois segundos ou até mais tentando lembrar da história daquele filme. você assistiu a child's play uma vez quando era criança, na estréia, e te deixou aterrorizada. anos depois, mais especificamente três semanas atrás, seu namorado lhe obrigou a assistir afirmando que era tão ruim que chegava a ser uma obra prima mas você realmente não quis fazer isso, não prestava atenção em detalhe algum por ser tão idiota e não lhe dar medo, billy desistiu de te fazer ver o filme e tirou a fita do aparelho, trocando por outro que vocês já conheciam de trás pra frente. você se culpou, ele tentou fazer que você gostasse de algo que ele gostava, agora seria útil e você resolveu ignorar. sua mente te martirizou por um tempo antes da voz misteriosa soar novamente no pé do seu ouvido.

— tic tac. o tempo tá passando. — a voz era macabra porém cantarolava de alegria ao ver você ficar sem palavras.

— eu não sei. — gaguejou, tentou não parecer fraca ao falar com o assassino mas dessa vez você fraquejou. — andy barclay? — apertando os olhos, a voz do outro lado gritou, mudando a sonoridade brincalhona e sádica pra irritada.

— porra, você é burra, garota? — ele gritou, te assustando, quase lhe fazendo derrubar o telefone no chão. — andy barclay é o final boy, qual seu problema? a resposta certa é charles lee ray! caralho, você nunca assistiu aos clássicos, sua retardada?

você voltou a chorar. o som de uma pedra pesada passando pela janela de vidro atrás de você chamou sua atenção e te assustou, você virou na direção da janela pra ver os cacos de vidro espalhados no chão e a pedra parando a poucos metros de você.

— não se assusta, não. ainda não te dei motivos pra estar assustada. — seu choro já era barulhento o suficiente pra que o assassino pudesse te ouvir e se deliciar com a voz.

algo dentro de você te mandou ser abusada, aquela poderia ser a última vez que você confrontava alguém em sua vida então resolveu que não poderia gastar essa oportunidade, você amava confrontar os outros.

— e qual motivo você me daria pra ter medo?

— esse! — da porta de vidro atrás de você pulou um homem alto vestido com as roupas do ghostface, fazendo você gritar apavorada.

ele te agarrou e o telefone voou longe, você teve sorte que o assassino ainda estava desnorteado por ter dado de cara com a porta só pra lhe causar medo já que isso permitiu que você pudesse fugir de seus braços com um aperto frouxo. você se abaixou enquanto corria pra pegar o telefone, correndo escada acima para seu quarto com o assassino na sua cola. você bateu a porta antes que ele pudesse entrar, abrindo a porta do closet pra impedir a passagem quando ele tentasse abrir. o telefone tocou de novo na sua mão, você teve esperança que fosse um vizinho questionando o porquê da barulheira essas horas da noite, o ghostface fazia força contra a porta pra poder abrir e você não teve outra escolha a não ser atender esperando que não fosse ele tentado te distrair pra te matar de vez.

— eu te liguei mas deu linha ocupada, quem era? — você suspirou aliviada ao ouvir a voz do seu namorado, sabendo que ele não estava em perigo. — que barulho é esse aí?

— billy, por favor, socorro! o ghostface! ele está aqui! ele quer me matar! — os passos de corrida dele foram um alívio ao seu coração, ele estava correndo em direção a sua casa o mais rápido que podia pra tentar impedir sua morte e essa foi a coisa mais fofa que alguém poderia fazer por você.

a porta não poderia o segurar por muito tempo, você não tinha mais do que dois minutos antes que o ghostface entrasse dentro de seu quarto e te furasse por completo com sua faca afiada. você procurou algo pra se defender, esquecendo o telefone e o um possível billy falando algo do outro lado. você pegou uma tesoura pra usar caso ele entrasse antes que billy chegasse na casa porém você pode ouvir o som da porta da frente sendo arrombado, só poderia ser o billy vindo pra te defender.

do outro lado da porta estava o stu com sua fantasia, imerso demais em seus pensamentos psicóticos de matar você pra se quer notar o estrondo da porta. não demorou pra que ele fosse arremessado com muita facilidade pro outro lado da parede, se rendendo no instante em que reconheceu seu melhor amigo e a faca gelada de caça do moreno forçada contra seu pescoço longo. stu engoliu seco, sendo desmascarado por seu melhor amigo logo antes de receber um soco na cara tão forte que poderia esquecer seu nome.

— qual a porra do seu problema? — billy pronunciou antes de soca-lo de novo, dessa vez na boca, causando um pequeno corte em seu lábio. — eu já disse que ela não, seu doente!

você não podia ouvir a conversa de onde estava, billy se certificou de sussurrar pra que você não entendesse o diálogo que ocorria, você só era capaz de ouvir os sons de luta e alguns gemidos de dor, você não sabia se seu namorado estava levando a melhor ou morrendo lá fora. você quis sair pra ajuda-lo porém suas pernas te impediam.

— eu te disse que ia me divertir essa noite, você falou que poderia ser qualquer uma! — loomis sentiu seu sangue ferver ao ouvir o macher te chamar de qualquer uma, ele quase matou o stu naquele exato momento porém sabia que ele era uma parte essencial para seu plano então conteve sua raiva e vontade de mata-lo, limitando a apenas mais um soco na cara do cúmplice.

— ela não é qualquer uma, seu filho da puta de merda! por que você não se preocupa em matar a sidney invés da minha garota, seu desgraçado? desde o começo eu disse que ela estava fora de questão! — dessa vez billy se levantou, chutando stu na costela pelo menos cinco vezes antes de deixar o rapaz se reerguer com o rosto levemente ensanguentado, inchado e roxo.

— olha o que você fez comigo! como eu vou explicar isso amanhã na escola? — stu se olhou no espelho que tinha na parede do corredor.

billy deu seu último golpe no mais alto, segurando sua nuca e empurrando seu rosto em direto ao espelho, quebrando em pedaços e deixando o rosto de stu ainda mais ensanguentado e cortado.

— sai daqui agora, sua bichinha! — billy catou sua faca de caça do chão, colocando seu amigo contra parede com a faca apontada para seu rim esquerdo. — e é melhor você deixa a Y/N em paz se não você seja a próxima vítima do verdadeiro ghostface, tá me entendendo?

o mais alto acenou de pressa, não era a primeira surra que ele levava do loomis mas definitivamente havia sido a pior até hoje.

billy deixou que stu vestisse sua máscara e saísse de sua casa. ele correu até seu quarto depois de rasgar um pouco sua camisa e fazer uns cortes em si mesmo com a faca em mãos pra que você não desconfiasse.

— Y/N, você já pode sair, ele fugiu. — você abriu a porta para billy desesperada, o garoto te abraçou com força, manchando a blusa do seu pijama com um pouco do próprio sangue saindo pelo corte em seu braço. — calma, não precisa chorar.

— ele me fez pensar que você estava em perigo, billy! — você chorou em seu peito, sentindo o loomis fazer carinho em sua nuca.

era até engraçado ver a forma como billy podia ser gentil segurando sua nuca quando a minutos atrás ele segurou esta mesma parte do corpo de seu melhor amigo pra bater contra a parede.

— ele já foi embora, eu estou aqui agora. — billy segurou suas bochechas, levantando seu rosto, você se preocupou ao ver uma marca de corte em seu rosto. — enquanto você estiver comigo ninguém nunca vai te machucar, eu não vou deixar.

billy secou suas lágrimas, beijando um ponto embaixo do seu olho, misturando a umidade de seu choro salgado com a dos lábios secos dele. você nunca se sentiu tão protegida e acolhida. um sorriso apareceu em seus lábios ao ouvir aquilo de seu namorado.

— eu te amo tanto, billy! obrigada por ser um namorado tão incrível.

— eu também amo você, sua chatinha. — billy te puxou pra um beijo protetor e acalorado, te mostrando que todo aquele transtorno já passou e que você não precisava se preocupar porquê enquanto você amasse ele e vivesse por ele ninguém iria encostar em você.

você só não sabia que se o deixasse em algum momento ele iria até sua casa com uma faca de caça nas mãos, mas dessa vez não seria pra te proteger de um assassino.

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