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loveandmurders · 1 year
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Ghostface’s fan #1 (Part II)
Hello everyone! You seemed to have enjoyed the first part of this series (that you can find here), so I’m posting the second part of it. If you haven’t read the first part, it’s basically a Billy Loomis x female reader x Stu Matcher fiction. Reader is obsessed with Ghostface.
Hope you’ll enjoy <3
As said, female reader, but no physical description, not even for outfits/lingerie.
Warnings: very morally grey reader, mention of sexual activities (oral (female receiving), light bondage, blindfold, strip tease, knife kink,...), mention of killings, mention of people hurting reader, mention of unhapiness (but reader is doing better now), quite fluffy.
The day after, once you came back from school, you were hoping to find Ghostface in your room again. And you couldn’t lie at how disappointed you were when you found the place empty. You still hoped they would come later tonight though so you dug up some nice lingerie in your wardrobe and put it on after a very nice shower.
Lately you hadn’t taken a great care of yourself but you really wanted Ghostface to keep coming to you, so you thought you needed to be better. You put some cream on your body and tried to be more gentle with yourself. You even ate a proper meal for once. You finally ended up laying down on your bed, waiting. It was getting late, and you were slowly losing hope, wondering if last night wasn’t just a very wonderful dream and nothing more. You  were softly falling asleep, when you heard your window being opened so you sat up, wide awake. Your face lit up at the sight of Ghostface and you were quick to jump off your bed and helped them inside your room. You were so happy you had been good enough for them to come back to you!
“You’re back!” you excitedly cheered and Ghostface looked down at you. You could sense they were confused and surprised, and you noticed they were looking around your room as if it was the first time they came there. You understood it was probably the person who called the Ghostface of last night, but really you didn’t care. For you, it was still Ghostface and you were still super eager to be played with if that was the only thing that would make them come back to you. You needed them in your life.
“I found some lingerie, I thought you would enjoy seeing me in this” you continued and Ghostface’s attention was soon back on you, which you enjoyed a little too much for your own good. Their hands were quickly on you; Stu was definitely liking it. He perfectly understood why Billy hadn’t killed you last night, and he was quite happy he didn’t. Wasting a little pretty thing like you would have been a shame. And you were so cute and eager… and obsessed with them, like they were obsessed with their killing. You were fitting so well in their world. He roamed your body, and you noticed he was a lot gentler than the man who came the night before. He finally nodded at you and your smile widened even more. You took one of his hands to guide him on the bed and he followed you like a soft puppy. You loved how complementary the two Ghostfaces were, and you hoped the two of them would enjoy you equally.
You noticed that the first Ghostface - Billy or “Knifey” (like you nicknamed him for yourself) - was sometimes a little bit rough and clearly into knife play (hence the nickname). He was dangerously playful. He was often fidgeting with his knife around you, knowing you both were aroused by it, and after having threatened you with it, he would undress you by cutting your clothes with it. (He was bringing you new clothes and underwear pretty often, mostly because he loved to see you in outfits he picked for you). During sex he would even move the blade all over your body, but you trusted him because he never hurt you. He also liked to have you tied up and blindfolded; it allowed him to eat you out and to pleasure you out of your mind. He was definitively into overstimulation and you loved it. It was allowing you to forget about all the things that saddened your life.
When the second one - Stu or “Puppy” - was a lot more tender with you and was acting most of the time like an excited puppy (hence the nickname, once again). When you had opened your legs for him, the first time, he had almost jumped on you which made you giggle a little. Unlike Billy, he stayed after the sexy time for some cuddles before leaving you, and you could tell he was pretty reluctant from doing so. He wasn’t too much into tying you up but blindfolds were quite handy so he could fully kiss you up and eat you out as well. He loved to purr into your ear to undress yourself for him too and he would forever enjoy the little show you put out for him. He had greedy hands, always touching and roaming your body. He couldn’t stop himself, and it was impossible to leave his embrace. He made you feel desirable and almost loved. You could pretend to be theirs.
Each time you saw them, you reminded them you loved them and you wanted them to come back to you, even if it was just for fucking you.
And sex was definitively one of the reasons Ghosface came back to you, every night. But there was something more. And for the first time in your life you were feeling wanted and appreciated, and by two dangerous killers, which was a bonus. 
As time passed, the two Ghostfaces grew more comfortable with you, because you never asked questions and you never tried to know who was behind the mask. They could be fully themselves around you. And they started to pass by even when they didn’t want to have sex with you. Stu was often sneaking at night, when you were already asleep to cuddle you. Billy had to wake him up more than once before they could get caught. And Billy was often coming by when he needed some peaceful silence. Stu wasn’t always allowing him to think in peace, but with you it was easier. He would just bring you on his lap and you would play with his fingers, as he thought his plans out in a comforting atmosphere. 
They were also flirting with you! And you loved it so much. Billy would cup your chin and seductively brush your lower lip. His hands would also happily roam your body, making you feel desirable like never before. He loved to squeeze your arse, as to remind you you were his. But how could you forget that. He would also praise you, for being good to them, but also for your good grades or for having taken care of yourself. Billy could tell you were trying your best for Ghostface, and he was proud of you. But you never dared talk to him, or to Stu, about the people who were hurting you because you weren’t too sure what your relationship was with them and you didn’t want to annoy them.
Stu was a cuddly boy to you, always touching, hugging you and stealing your kisses through the mask (or not when you were blindfolded). After sex, he would enjoy tracing abstract patterns on your skin, which always made you shiver in well-being. He was also into keeping the blindfold on so it would allow the two of you to have a bath together, and he would wash you. The more time he spent with you the more tender he became, and he always pouted behind the mask when he noticed you were feeling a little bit down. He would always try his best to cheer you up but he hated it, and he hated you weren’t talking about what was bothering you.
Stu started to talk a lot more about you to Billy, because he felt the boys needed to agree on the definition of your relationship. And truth to be told Stu just wanted to be allowed to look after you. But Billy was worried you would be in the way of their master plan, and he thought it would be better to keep things like that: they came to you for sex and affection, and the three of you minded your own business otherwise. Stu hadn’t been very happy about it, but he didn’t argue anymore. He still tried to keep an eye on you at school, without showing it to anyone. Billy was now forced to distract Stu before he could stare at you and he really wasn’t impressed. He didn’t want you to become a problem, because you were truly enjoyable.
Stu knew you were far from a problem, you were the perfect Ghostface’s girlfriend and he was certain Billy would be forced to admit it sooner or later.
And because you were quite unaware of what Ghostface truly thought of you, or wanted from you in the end, you weren’t too sure if they were going to kill you one day or not. You weren’t stupid and you knew that no matter how they boosted up your confidence in yourself, they were still killers. And you had been an accident in their plan.
You had the answer the day you were chatting in the house of a future dead girl. You had a class together and you had been paired up for a group project. It was getting late so you ordered pizzas and you were taking a little break from working. It was quite a nice evening, and you enjoyed the company even though you hoped you wouldn’t be late to greet your killers in your room. The girl was in her bathroom as you were chilling on the couch, thinking about them, as usual. You thought you heard a door being opened but you weren’t too sure about it, and didn’t really care either. You jumped when you felt the cold of a blade on your throat; a knife you knew well by now. You looked up at Ghostface and smiled at him. Billy leaned towards you to kiss your forehead through the mask before getting you up. As you faced him, you felt the arms of the other Ghostface wrapping around you. You leaned into the embrace. It was the first time you saw them at the same time and you liked it a lot. Gosh, they were too hot for your own good.
“Gonna kill me or should I go?” you asked and the two Ghostfaces exchanged a look.
“You stay here until we kill her and then you call the cops” Billy said but for the first time you shook your head at something he said
“No, I don’t want to talk to the cops because they would need to call my parents” you quickly replied “Let me pretend I need to go, and then kill her once I’m gone” you countered and you were serious about it. You loved Ghostface and you would never betray them, even if your life depended on it, but there was no way your parents or the cops discovered anything about your obsession or anything. Your mother hasn't been home a lot lately but she would be nosy if she heard anything happened to you. And she would discover something and you didn’t want to lose what you were finally having in your existence. You hadn’t been happy a lot in your life, and now you finally were feeling better, you couldn’t let your parents take it away from you.
“And?” Billy asked, because he didn’t see where the problem was
“Haven’t you noticed my parents are never home? Trust me, it’s better that way” you replied quite fiercely and you felt the Ghostface still holding you moving his head at the one in front of you, probably to tell him to leave you alone. Billy sighed. He had tried to pretend they were still in control of this relationship with you, but he was only lying to himself. Every night, Stu and him were arguing about which one of them would come see you. Billy and Stu even broke up with their current girlfriends, because they couldn't pretend anymore. That was really not part of the plan, but the unforeseen relationship with you and its consequences brought a lot of fun to their killing experiences as well.
Billy sat up on the couch and Stu tightened his hold on you and you took comfort in the getsure. “The cops will ask you why you left” he said and you looked away, knowing he was right.
“Can’t you come back later?” you asked
“You won’t tell her anything?” he asked back and you arched an eyebrow
“Even if we both could, I haven’t talked and you haven’t killed me” you replied and you felt Stu softly chuckling in your ear.
“Alright then, see you tonight, love” Billy said as he got up and Stu finally let you go. You enjoyed the nickname more than you would ever admit.
“Hey, come back together tonight for once?” you offered and they exchanged another look.
“Can try, but he is jealous” Billy said as he pointed his knife at Stu, who scoffed
“And he is possessive” he replied, pointing at Billy and you laughed.
You worked and ate the pizza with the soon to be dead girl, but you didn’t really care, because you were now certain that the two Ghostfaces were liking you a lot, and it was all you needed in your life to be happy. 
You thought that one day, maybe, you could also be a Ghostface and you hummed happily to yourself. Life was getting good.
PART III
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onmyyan · 6 months
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Kiss the goat
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A/N: Horror isekai? Horror isekai, here's part one of the Scream chapters, unedited, hope you like cuz it was so much fun writing
Pairing: Yandere Poly Ghostface x reader
It was such an odd sensation, you don't think you'd ever truly get used to it, no matter how many times it washed over you.
It was always the same, tranquil lull, and it always started in your lower tummy, like this wave of ice cold water suddenly replaced all the blood in your veins.
Whenever you first 'woke up' somewhere new, that damn feeling was always the first thing you noticed, and the only warning you'd get.
This time though, something was different. There was this mix of fear, confusion, and awe tossed in with the lull because you clocked your location immediately.
Ba-dum Ba-dum Ba-dum
For a moment all you could hear was the the blood pounding in your eardrums, slowly , as you forced yourself to breathe, the surrounding noises faded in, at first it was just the chatter of a busy school, then you noticed the shuffle of feet dragging on concrete, with your heart pounding furiously against your rib cage, you pinched your thigh through your baggy blue jeans and began walking, focusing on forcing your feet to move, rather than the millions of other thoughts buzzing through your skull. Why? Well because there you stood, dropped right before the soon-to-be infamous Woodsboro High.
As you walked amongst the crowd of people there were a few things you noticed immediately about yourself, at least this version of yourself, which seemed to change with every new plot you were forcibly thrown in.
The jeans you wore were loose fitting and well loved, small holes in the denim here and there  gave you a typical 90's degenerate vibe, the soft cotton of the band T-shirt you were in felt comfortable against your skin, around your waist hung a oversized burgundy flannel with accents of mustard yellow, the fabric looked old and smelled of weed, a sigh rolled through your chest at the familiar smell, it was a bittersweet reminder of your life before this insanity began.
Glancing down at your outfit made you breath out a sigh of relief, at least you dressed better in this one. In the small shirt pocket, you felt a book of matches, the scratchy texture of telling you what it was without needing to pull it out, good to know.
Shaking your head you try your best to look as bored and uninteresting as possible, you've found these things were best tackled from a stealthy perspective. As you finally enter the school, the second you step through the open doors, there's this intense, hair-raising feeling that washes over you, everything in your gut is saying run away, turn around, but you don't.
Instead, you swallow the fight-or-flight instincts and continue your pace as if you hadn't noticed the predatory stare on you. It didn't surprise you, after all, the self-proclaimed directors of this twisted movie were bound to notice a new player being introduced so suddenly, you just hadn't yet gotten used to the uneasy feeling of being in the presence of a murderer.
Or in this movies case, murderers.
The stares you received from the rest of the student body helped to distract you from the heavy stares burning into you, as you leisurely walked down the halls people either mean-mugged you or ignored you, it helped to get a better feel for the role you'd been assigned, depending on how well you played said role was going to determine whether or not you ended up on the kill count.
For now, you kept it pushing, your hands resting comfortably in the pockets of your jeans, your right hand, which you only now noticed was covered in rings, brushed against the cool touch of something small and metal, you quickly pulled out the object to reveal a switchblade, the handle a glossy white with a simple heart scratched into the surface, quickly you tucked it back where you'd found it.
The grin that had stretched across your face as you traversed the halls was downright wicked, in your mini search you'd also come across a crinkled class schedule and a pack of gum. Curious (e/c) eyes diligently scanned the face of every student that passed, searching for any clue as to when exactly you'd popped in, having a clear timeline in mind made these things run so much smoother.
Casey Beckem gave you that answer in the form of a cliché shoulder check as she rounded the corner. She made a point to dust off the area that had touched you, and her scoff of 'Watch it freak.' made a snort leave your nose, god you loved the 90s, even the bullying was better.
Considering she was still amongst the living, you gathered this was before the start of the movie, fantastic. You pushed forward, far too wrapped up in your building excitement to pay any mind to the very dangerous man you'd caught the sight of.
You found your first class a few minutes early, thankfully the school's layout wasn't too hard to navigate, you were intent on taking proper inventory and prepping as well as you could. The teacher took you in with a surprised noise, clearly judging your character on your appearance.
You'd gotten pretty good at handling your, particular situation, so good in fact you'd begun to relax a little. Taking a seat by the window in the back felt very final girl of you, the thought making you giggle to yourself. Whatever entity responsible for isekaing you into this movie flashed between a real asshole and a slightly smaller asshole with each reincarnation, this time it looked like they were feeling nice as you started with a weapon. 
Your inner workings were put on an abrupt pause as Randy Meeks burst in through the door earning a glare from the otherwise silent teacher. The bright-eyed male made a beeline for you, his expression was akin to a puppy who just had its bone taken away.
"What the Hell San Francisco? I spent the last 15 minutes running around like some mook looking for ya'." he paused to sit down at the desk directly on your right. "You ask a guy to show you around then ditch em'? Cruel, undeniably cruel." You learned pretty quickly to just roll with it whenever someone from Canon spoke to you.
"My bad Meeks, I'll make it up to you." At this, the energetic man rolled his eyes, now leaning even closer. "Oh yeah? Meaning what- you'll actually take me up on my offer instead of responding with that cold familiar brand of cynicism? C'mon, it'll be funnnn." He trailed off in a whine. "Whoever told you begging was an option for you lied." You laughed, shaking your head at the way he visibly deflated.
You kicked your faded black Converse all star's on the back of the seat before you, legs bouncing as you allowed yourself to ponder your answer, the nervous habit had developed sometime between this movie, and one of your earlier incarnations and subsequent deaths.
This was a little more complicated, see the omnipotent fuck who put you here liked to screw with you, very much into the concept of seeing you mix with whatever plot that laid before you, so much so that anytime you fought against whatever scenario you were thrust into in any way you died horribly. The first time you'd been plopped into a movie was the original My Bloody Valentine,- a chill ran through your body like a punch to the gut at the thought, yeah you'd come a long way since then in terms of working the system but nothing was set in stone.
You figured whatever this offer from Randy was, would no doubt tie you into the plot, knowing better than to fight the waves, you pretended to think about it before shrugging. "Sure. I'll bite." The simple statement had him shooting out of his chair to fist pump before quickly falling back in his seat.
"Yessss-okay it's super easy, I spend my time rewinding the utter garbage the general population consumes on a daily." He was practically buzzing in his seat as he spoke. "Once in a while, the boss leaves for an extra long lunch break and I get to watch whatever I want- Child's Play, Halloween, Nightmare on Elm Street- you name it I got it." The redhead spoke proudly, leaning back against his chair with a self-satisfied look.
"You should be a salesman Meeks." The male bristled beside you, a tinge of red on his cheeks. "Yeah yeah, whatever Frisco- don't come crying to me when you don't have anyone to sit with at lunch." He teased, leaning over his desk, you smile toying with the ring on your hand, popping your neck with a sigh you took a second before responding, "Oh god, how will I ever survive sitting alone, whatever will I do." you spoke in a dead tone making the male at your side pout.
"You're cold (L/n), couldn't even pretend to care about my threat huh?"
You looked over with a teasing grin, "Course' not- I'm not a liar Randy.", it was then and only then that you noticed the tall Blonde unashamedly staring you down from the door.
Stu Macher had made his appearance earlier than expected but you didn't sweat it, or the almost hungry look he was giving you. Nope, not sweating at all. Instead, you quickly averted your eyes, praying he hadn't caught your stare.
He had, naturally.
The taller male nearly took up the entire door frame, he looked a lot more intimidating in person. The playful look on his face was all the more haunting the more you thought about who he really was underneath it. What he was hours away from doing.
Randy, feeling the sudden rise in tension, refused to be left out, and tried to not so subtly block Stu's vision of you by standing up and not so casually sitting on his desk, his back to the future killer. "Anyway Frisco', I don't want you mixin' in with the wrong crowd okay?" He made a point to flick his eyes back towards the now pouting blonde, "Bad company makes for bad times. Just stick with me I'll show you the ropes." He made sure to mutter that last part, his expression drenched in fear for the briefest moment.
Before you could respond Stu had rather aggressively climbed his way over a few desks to plop into the seat in front of you.
His dimpled grin was rather infectious.
"Now that's no way to talk about your friends Randy." He almost seethed out his name making the shorter male curl in on himself like a rabbit, he turned to face you with flare.
"Hi, there hot stuff- Stu Macher, bad company." He took your hand in his much larger one, completely enveloping your own, the tension was broken by the comical handshake, how hard he shook it up and down dispelled all previous bad vibes, his devious little grin only grew at your response, "Hi Stu, I'm (Y/n). Worse company."
"So whatcha' running from in San Francisco? Girl's like you don't just show up outta nowhere for no reason." He didn't even try to hide the way he was checking you out, his half-lidded eyes eagerly drinking in every inch of the alluring stranger before him.
"Who says I'm running big guy? I might be the one doing the chasing." Maybe teasing a soon-to-be serial killer wasn't the smartest move, but you just couldn't help it, he leaned his head into his palm, the wide toothy grin promising nothing but trouble. "I think I like you- come sit with us at lunch."
"You askin' or telling?" You met his heated gaze with a cold indifference that only fueled the ever-growing fire burning in his belly. The larger male quickly fell to his knees from his seat on the chair, bringing his hands together in a dramatic motion, "Pretty pretty please hot new kid come sit with meee." The laugh tumbling past your lips was real, you quickly ushered him back to his seat, "As nice as ya look on your knees- this is embarrassing please get the hell up I'll sit with you."
He backed off with a victorious grin not knowing you'd just lied through your teeth, there was no way in hell you'd willingly put yourself in Billy's cross hairs, Stu was unavoidable apparently, but Billy? You'd hold out as long as you could, when lunch rolled around you managed to convince Randy to eat on the roof, and used the friendly conversation to get more information out of him.
It was during this conversation you discovered in this world, whoever you were, was Randy's new neighbor.
After the school bell had rung for the final time, you made a point to linger around Randy, usually, when you spawned in one of these things the plot was well into swing, but this time you were here early, and the change in routine felt all the more dangerous.
Thankfully, Randy came to your rescue, you tuned back into the conversation just in time to hear him say,
"-if you even want to that is- we'd mostly be watching the classics." He finished nervously glancing to and from, you managed to space back just in time to greet him with a half smile and a shrug. "Lead the way, Meeks."
"It's so cool how you live next door- when you told me at first I thought you were yankin' my chain." He said bouncing his way down the road.
Randy had stumbled home with sleep in his eye sometime around midnight, you weren't too worried for the guy as you knew they hadn't started their spree yet.
That was until the phone rang. 
For a moment all you did was stare. You knew who was on the other end it just didn't make any sense. 
Swallowing the thick ice cube of fear suddenly in your throat, you caught your breath as casually as you could.
As if on autopilot your hand scooped up the house phone, you surprised yourself with how calm your greeting was.
"Hello?.."
"Hey there sweet thing- you're up awful late aren't ya?" You tried to look as casual as you could, steadily making your way to every door, and securing each entrance, but it was hard to ignore the twinge of accusation in his tone.
"You're up too.." Was what you managed to get out, trying to keep your voice steady.
"Hm, that's fair. What were you up to? Have some fun with your boyfriend?" The last word sounded harder than the rest, with no humor in his tone, almost as if it was said through gritted teeth, like whoever spoke it spat the word out.
So he was definitely watching you, your mind racked with the best answer to keep Randy from harm's way.
"Just watching some scary movies with a friend- you like em'?" You asked leaning against the island in your kitchen. "Oh, honey- you've got no idea." Before you could respond he continued, "I will see you later gorgeous." and then he was gone
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redcoralpot · 5 months
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Eleganti - Poly!Stuilly x FTM!Reader
If you saw this before it was reposted, no you didn't.
Warnings: Implied internalized homophobia.
Summary: The heat has managed to affect all of you, and the only solution? A date at Stu's house with a dash of nail polish. You're sure they were both thrilled.
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The summer heat truly had gotten to the three of you, with not even a cool breeze to give you relief. Rich boy Stu Macher’s parents were away for the weekend, again, which left his house the ideal place to take shelter in. If you had to be honest, you did not mind the temperature– kind of. The bottles of nail polish in your bag clinked together as you walked up the stairs; you knew Billy would be able to sit still long enough for it to dry. Stu, on the other hand, you weren’t so sure of. Not without heat and plenty of air flow.
Speaking of the devil, Billy glanced up from his book as you creaked the door open, leisurely spread on Stu’s bed. He raised an eyebrow at your appearance, before going back to reading, shifting a little to the side so you had more room to sit down. A smug grin slowly spread over your lips as you set your backpack down on the bed and unzipped it, making a show of the little, colorful bottles you displayed inside. You scooched beside it, and after setting down a towel in front of you, cracked open the first container.
Seeming to catch the smell, Billy spoke up, “Nail polish?”
“Yeah, want some?” He watched as you meticulously picked the colors you wanted, his mouth pursing.
“Not right now.”
You shrugged, applying a lavender base to your fingernails, “Suit yourself!”
Your hand flinched as the door was shoved open, smearing the liquid down your skin, only to be greeted by the eccentric figure of Stu. Upon seeing the predicament he caused, he bounced his shoulders and held up his hands beside his head, with an exaggerated frown. 
“Uh… whoops!”
He sauntered over, pressing his face into your shoulder. In response, you slapped the towel onto his face after wiping the spilled polish on the material. Stu grumbled something; it was ineligible. 
It eventually slid off on its own, with a little help from the teen shaking his head, “Suffocate me, why don’t you?”
Chuckling, you said, “You were the one who made me mess up, tough guy.”
“I totally meant for that to happen.” He slipped his arm over you, hanging like a sloth.
“If you meant it, then you have to be my test subject!”
Stu made a noise, contemplating. You wouldn’t force him to wear it, of course, but it was funny threatening something so harmless anyway. After just a few seconds, you felt the weight on your back release; Stu had moved in favor of shoving your bag into Billy to make space for himself. Then, the noodle of a guy flopped across from you, sitting criss-crossed with the most shit eating grin you have ever seen. Billy scowled at the rough treatment, but the expression was covered by the other’s knee.
He leaned forward, “Gimme orange.”
“Good choice!”
To prevent smearing, you blew on your covered nails as best you could, before bright orange coated the tiny brush in your hand. Stu seemed giddy as you took his hand, peering down, applying the cool liquid with precision. It was such a contrast to what his hand felt like; rough and as warm as a furnace. In the corner of your eye, you could see Billy’s eyes watching over Stu’s jeans, his book long forgotten. Finally, you finished, and allowed the fidgety boy to hold up his palms. His eyes were wide as he admired your handiwork, flexing his fingers with pride.
Stu tapped the top of Billy’s head with his elbow, “Hey, dude, want some of this?”
“Hm.”
“C’mon—”
“Black.”
You snickered, “I knew you’d crack.”
Billy rolled his eyes and leaned on Stu, holding out a hand. He shivered when you made a slight mistake, and gave you an unimpressed look as you fixed it with the edge of your towel. You could only complete one hand before he stopped you.
“Look who’s gonna be Cruella this Halloween!” Stu sneered, poking the other’s nose.
“Hey, hey, it’s nothing to be ashamed of.” You shut the bottle, carefully sealing them all back in your bag, “Fuddy duddy William could be making a new trend.”
“Never call me that again. Is this enough for you two?”
Stu cocked his head, “Lemme think… nope.”
You stretched your body out, setting your belongings on the ground. Opening Stu’s own closet, you ran your fingers over the variety of shirts and robes the guy had. In the very back, there was a band shirt, obviously too small for Stu; he grew out of it by the time he was sixteen. You held it out, studying it, before shrugging and taking it off the hanger. Your shirt flew over your head and smacked Stu in the face, but the air soothed the sweat that was gathering under your double sport bras, at least for a moment. Then, the newer shirt covered everything back up, and the dark material banned anyone from clocking the extra layers underneath.
“Why don’t we go out for ice cream?” you suggested.
Stu pumped his fist, even though your shirt was still clinging to his body. Billy shook his head, a little smile playing on his lips when Stu ran out the door, presumably to get his car keys. You, on the other hand, hesitated when you saw a shadow underneath the shirt, where your chest lay. The only other boy left in the room must have caught on, because you felt a passing hand on your shoulder and a whisper in your ear.
“You look fine, it’s normal.”
He met your gaze. However, someone was getting impatient, as a muffled shout rang through the closed window, “Coming? I’m totally getting pistachio this time, and you gotta be here to see me try it!”
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slasherscrybaby · 1 year
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Pov: Billy and Stu went to go kill Y/n
Honestly I’ve been laughing at this for a while. I was thinking about Billy Stu and Y/n got together after Billy and Stu went to go and try Y/n just to get beat up……They really tried
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bloodsoakedtooth · 1 year
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obligatory billy and stu x male werewolf reader 😔
Poly Ghostface x Masc!Werewolf Reader
Warnings: descriptions of body horror, canon typical violence, billy isn't exactly soft
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Stu is always touching your teeth
Like it's kinda annoying
You'll just be chilling and suddenly he's prying your mouth open and poking your teeth
He probably gets cut because of it honestly-
Stu thinks you're fucking with him at first- like you tell him and he's like wait I don't get the joke
Billy is like. Annoyed and mildly concerned for you mental state
They come around, though
Billy has never been a big werewolf fan, but Stu?? Oh Stu is a whore for werewolfs (you included ofc)
They treat you like a little puppy sometimes. Yes they know you're a monster, no they do not care
Stu does things like pet you and you're just like no!!! I'm a monster!!! But all he can think is hehe big puppy :)))))
If you truly don't want to hurt people I don't recommend being with them...
They encourage your more aggressive and violent behaviors, even if you want to fight them
Get ready woodsburrow, there's about to be another killer on the loose
Billy is hesitant to let you go with them when they're 'hunting'
You're less predictable than usual and billy needs everything to follow his plan
That doesn't mean they won't kill with you, you just can't come for ghostface killings
But chasing down someone in the woods together? Hell yea! Stu especially enjoys it
Speaking of of Stu enjoying stuff...
He thinks your transformation is sooo cool
I know I said this on my ash hcs but I'm a big fan of the American werewolf in london style transformation
Bones morphing and skin stretching, hair growing rapidly, teeth growing and sharpening so quick you cut your lip on them
He will beg you let him watch or tell him about it
Please 🥺🥺 he just wants to see your body destroy itself and give into the deep urge to kill 🥺🥺🥺🥺
Billy enjoys the aftermath
Seeing you on the verge on passing out, bloody and maybe bruised depending on how the full moon went
Billy is not good at taking of his partners, and neither is Stu
But billy does revel in seeing his partners unraveled, disheveled, and a little broken
And considering you're usually too tired to break out in tears, he usually stays by your side at least for the morning after
I think Stu runs cold so he loooves cuddling with you <33
And if you're feeling anxious or like you need something that smells like him? He's got a whole closet of very comfy sweaters you can pick from
Billy is a little more picky about what you can and can't borrow, but he'll give you something if you ask really nicely.
--i say this literally every time but collaring collaring collaring collaring. It's just so perfect billy is already super possessive and Stu loooves spoiling his partners with pretty things and teasing them, It just works--
These boys would love a werewolf boyfriend <333
They encourage the worst in you, but they do it so lovingly
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Synopsis: This is entirely smut, read part 1 for the plot
Pairing: MMF Ghostface (Billy Loomis & Stu Macher) x Reader
Word Count: 3,917
Contains: f receiving oral, m receiving oral, double blowjob, vaginal sex, anal sex, double penetration, creampies
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You entered the room, your gaze landing on the queen-sized bed checkered with dark green and red square patterns. Bedside tables with lamps flanked either side, and you couldn't help but find the room's decor more than a little unappealing. Your mind briefly wandered to what Stu's room might have been like. 
A set of hands on your hips jolted you back to the present. Stu's head rested on your shoulder and he leaned toward your ear, his hands sliding under your robe to the waistband of your skirt. 
“You know, it's not just my cock that's better than Billy's,” he whispered, then stuck out his tongue playfully. It was so long you could see it from beside your face even without turning your head. You bit the inside of your cheek as your face grew warm when he pulled your skirt down, revealing your black lace panties. 
Billy stepped in front of you, his predatory eyes tracing your form hungrily. He untied your black robe and you let it fall to the ground. Then he smirked and reached out with both hands, touching the bare skin of your belly just below your crop top. 
“Cute,” he complimented your glow-in-the-dark ghost shirt before taking the hem and lifting it over your head, uncovering your matching lace black bra. “...Cuter.” 
Stu unclasped the bra, and slid the straps down your arms until it, too, was discarded. He couldn't help himself cupping your breasts from behind, his thumbs flicking over your nipples. 
A gasp fell from your lips, making Billy's smirk grow. 
“Sensitive?” He said in a low tone, licking his lips before leaning forward, sucking your left nipple between his lips. You groaned as Billy's tongue circled your bud, leaning against Stu's lean torso while his hands traced up and down your sides. 
Billy released you, but only long enough for Stu to spin you around and seat you at the edge of the bed. All you were wearing now were your panties, fishnet stockings, and knee-high black boots. You could tell both men appreciated the view. 
Then Stu fell to his knees in front of you. His eyes raised to meet yours from between your legs, and when he took hold of your panties you lifted yourself to help him pull them off. 
Now fully bare, you felt their eyes drinking you in. 
“I wanna taste you,” Stu said, his mouth hanging open as he looked up at you, pleading for permission. 
You nodded and opened your legs, allowing Stu to get closer. He traced his hands up your legs before he reached your thighs, then set your leg over his shoulder, the heel of your boot resting between his shoulder blades.
“Good girl,” Billy praised, sitting beside you on the bed and carding his hand through your hair. You looked over at Billy, who's other hand moved to your cheek. He was so close you could see hazel flecks in his eyes as he leaned forward, capturing your lips with his.
The moment he kissed you, Stu's mouth met your entrance, both equally as passionate. When Billy's tongue parted your lips hungrily, Stu's did as well. And while Billy explored your mouth, Stu's tongue circled your folds, finding your bud and flicking over it. 
“She's so fucking wet, Billy,” Stu said appreciatively before thrusting his tongue into you, making your hips buck against him. 
Billy broke the kiss, his lips and eyes glossy. “Yeah? I want a taste.”
But Stu ignored him, his tongue inching deeper into you, flicking over your g-spot. His nose was pressed against your clit, and you ran your hand through his short brown hair to hold him close as tingles built from your toes up your legs. 
“I said I want a taste,” Billy growled, standing and shoving Stu's shoulder. But Stu didn't move, his hands gripping your ass, holding you against his lips as he brought you toward your release. You moaned, your legs tightening around the sides of his head. 
But just as you were about to cum, Billy yanked Stu back from you, making him fall back on his rear.
“What the fuck man, she was gonna cum!” Stu complained. 
“Don't be greedy, Stu,” Billy warned. “I get what I want.” 
Stu scoffed, still sitting on the floor. Billy ignored him, his gaze belonging to you alone. He kneeled between your legs, and kissed up your thigh slowly. When he reached your core, he planted more kisses. You whimpered slightly, your near-orgasm making his touch unbearably gentle. 
“I'll let you cum soon,” Billy promised.
Stu crawled up onto the bed beside you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, his hand squeezing your breast. 
Then, Billy's thumb found your clit. He started with slow circles, and built to a quick pace. His other hand spread your folds, and his tongue worked its way into you, though maddeningly, it wasn't long enough to reach your g-spot as Stu's had. 
Stu kissed up the side of your neck, nipping at your earlobe before tracing your jawline, pulling your lips to meet his. Billy played with your clit, his touch building you up. You could taste yourself on Stu, and knew it was the same taste Billy was enjoying. 
Stu's kisses were more desperate than Billy's had been. He leaned into you, his hands exploring your hips, stomach, and breasts. You stripped off his shirt and explored him in return, tracing down his lean abs until you met the unmistakable bulge in his pants. When you gripped his length through his jeans, he moaned into your mouth. 
“Fuuuuck,” Stu panted, thrusting his hips against your hand. “You're so fucking hot. I want more.” 
You thought he meant for you to touch him, but when you went to unzip his pants, he instead slipped to the floor and took your leg that wasn't wrapped around Billy's shoulder over his instead. Billy broke from eating you out, glaring at Stu. 
You almost couldn't believe how good it looked to have both men between your legs. Stu took Billy's breaking away as an open invitation, his tongue tracing your outer folds before dipping into you. You arched your back, then felt a set of fingers on your sensitive bud. When you looked down, you couldn't believe your eyes. 
Stu was working tongue back toward your g-spot, and Billy was expertly toying with your clit. The moment Stu reached your sweet spot, you hissed through your teeth, sparks once again building through your body. 
“Cum for us,” Billy commanded, his fingers moving even faster, bringing you to your breaking point. Your legs squeezed the boys’ heads together as your orgasm washed over you, a high-pitched moan falling from your lips. You felt your inner walls closing around Stu's tongue before Billy pushed him aside and took over, lapping at your cum. 
Stu allowed himself to fall back, and watched as Billy pushed your thighs open, his fingers still working your clit until you fell into a second surprise orgasm. Your legs were trembling by the time Billy released you, the heels of your boots thudding against the hardwood floor as you fell onto your back on the bed, your eyes fluttering closed. Blood rushed in your ears, and you took a moment to attempt to compose yourself.
“Sit up, beautiful,” Billy said. You complied, though your body felt loose and uncoordinated. When you opened your eyes, Billy and Stu were standing in front of you, clad only in their boxers. Your eyes traced their bodies; both had hairless chests, while Billy had a bit more muscle definition. Stu's cock formed a thick and curved indent, while Billy's was less lengthy but far more erect, tenting his black boxers. 
You licked your lips. 
“Wanna taste our cocks, baby?” Stu crooned, gripping his bulge with one hand. 
“I think she does,” Billy said. He gestured for you to scoot closer. “Come on.”
You moved to the end of the bed and placed one hand on each of their boxer's waistbands, then pulled them down. Billy's was more difficult, as his cock was so erect it fought against the fabric, but once freed, both were fucking gorgeous. 
Before you realized what you were doing, your hands wrapped around both. They had a similar thickness, but Stu's was so long that even as it hardened under your touch it was too heavy to fully stand. Billy's, however, seemed to have a mind of its own, twitching and throbbing against your fingertips. 
You rubbed your thighs together, still slick with their combined efforts, and hesitated on which you wanted to taste first. Feeling bold, you brought the boys closer before opening your mouth as wide as it would go and sucking both heads into your mouth. 
“Oh fuck,” Stu gasped, staggering a bit. Billy's head fell back, and even though he bit his lip he couldn't stifle the moan that tumbled from his lips. 
Billy's hand found the back of your head, threading through your hair and pulling you down on them. There wasn't enough space to take them much further, but neither seemed to mind. You swirled your tongue over their heads, and reveled in the taste of their beaded precum.
“Damn, you really wanna please, don't you?” Billy said. You looked up at him through your eyelashes and nodded, careful not to lose your precarious hold. 
Billy's grin grew. “Think you can take all of me in that pretty little mouth of yours?” 
You nodded again, running your tongue over them together one last time before letting them slip messily from your lips, a string of saliva briefly connecting the three of you. Kissing Stu's cock and wrapping a hand around it, you then angled Billy's toward you. You ran the flat of your tongue alongside the bottom of his dick before taking the head and lowering your mouth slowly onto him, cupping his balls with one hand.
While you did this, you made sure to give Stu just as much attention. You wrapped your hand around the base of his cock and stroked the full impressive length. The skin was velvety, and you indulged in the feeling of your hand gliding over his heavy thickness. 
Stu loved everything you did, his hips involuntarily thrusting into your hand. Billy's cock was so stiff you were glad he wasn't as tall as Stu so you didn't have to sit up on your knees to keep him between your lips. 
Billy stroked your hair, his dark lashes fluttering shut as you pleasured him. True to your word, you wanted to try taking him all. With a deep breath, you forced your head down his length. Your throat tightened as you gagged, but you pushed through it until you reached the base, tears springing from your eyes. Billy moaned, and your cunt throbbed at the sound.
You could tell Stu was getting needy; precum leaked from his tip, and his breath was catching. So, you released Billy's cock, which popped from your lips, and moved to Stu's. 
Though he was taller, Stu's cock was already dipped down toward you. You kissed the tip and looked up at him with a teary gaze before bringing him into your welcoming mouth. 
Stu may as well have had hearts in his eyes. You gripped the base and stroked. He was big enough that you had no chance of taking him all, but that wasn't going to stop you from trying. You used your hand to lubricate his length, forcing your head down until stars pricked the corners of your vision. 
Your free hand fisted Billy's powerful length, your earlier attention making it easy to quicken your pace, stroking him rapidly, his fist still tangled in your hair.
“Oh fuuuck,” Stu groaned. His hand moved to cup your face, his thumb caressing your cheek. To your surprise, Billy took control, forcing you even further down onto Stu. 
You couldn't breathe now, but your dripping pussy convinced you that air was a luxury you couldn't afford—not if you wanted to keep indulging in such gorgeous cocks. So you kept going until you had to break away, backing onto the bed, coughing and sputtering, a long strand of precum and spit trailing from you to Stu even still. 
“You look so desperate, princess,” Billy cooed, coming to the edge of the bed, his fist around his cock. “You need to be filled, huh?” 
You nodded, biting your lip and spreading your legs open, your eyes darting between the men. Which was going to take you first? You had to admit, Stu's cock was more intimidating of a size, but the sheer hardness and curve of Billy's promised intense sensations as well. 
Billy climbed onto the bed, kneeling between your knees. You should have known he'd want you first, your slick pussy was too tempting of an offer. Stu hopped onto the bed beside you, his hand quickly finding your breast and squeezing it as he rutted against your hip, trailing kisses down the side of your neck. 
“When he's done, I'll show you what you've been missing all your life,” Stu whispered into the cleft of your neck as Billy circled the palm of his hand against your sensitive bud. You could only groan in response.
Billy rested his length between your lips, thrusting up against your slick, still palming your clit. When he caught at your entrance and picked up the pace of his hand, you felt your pussy clench in anticipation. Slowly, he pushed inside, your heat welcoming him with a desperate fluttering. 
“Damn, baby,” Billy praised, his voice low. Stu moved from kissing your neck to your breast, one hand on your stomach and his tongue tracing over your nipple. 
Billy began with slow thrusts, savoring the way you gripped him. But he couldn't hold back for long. The way you looked being fondled by his best friend was perfect, he couldn't have dreamed up a sexier scene. He picked up his pace, and you felt his curved length digging into your soft fleshy walls. You moaned as he took hold of your hips and pulled you even closer, but Stu silenced your moan with a kiss. Your hand found Stu's cock and you stroked it while Billy pounded into you, his balls slapping loudly against you. 
You felt your hip grow sticky as Stu's cock dripped with need, but he remained patient while Billy hiked your hips up so you would wrap your legs around him. He pushed in deep, and your pussy throbbed.
Stu's kisses were deep and urgent, your sounds of pleasure into his mouth met with fervor. His fingers plucked and rolled your nipple, his tongue caressed yours, and his hips grinded against you. All the while, Billy thrust into you kissed along your leg that was tossed over his shoulder. When he noticed your eyes on him he took your fishnet tights between his teeth and flashed you a smirk.
You grinned against Stu's kiss, and Stu returned the smile before looking up at Billy. “She's a fucking goddess, man. Holy shit,” he laughed, his eyes flitting back down to meet yours. 
“And you haven't even been inside this pussy yet. Try it,” Billy responded, pulling out and kneeling at your side, spreading you open for Stu with his hold on your leg.
Stu kissed your cheek before standing up excitedly and making his way to the end of the bed. He allowed Billy to set your leg on his shoulder as he kneeled before you, stroking his cock. Billy scooted up until he was beside you as you laid on your back, and set your head on his lap.
Your breath caught. You'd just had Billy Loomis between your legs, and now Stu Macher was about to claim you too. You'd never felt more desired in your life.
Stu couldn't tear his eyes from the sight of your used pussy on display, shining with arousal. He stopped stroking himself and just stared, enraptured. You and Billy watched as Stu’s Adam's apple bobbed when his mind caught up to his need to swallow his drool and remember to breathe. 
He slapped his heavy cock down onto your stomach, then slid it slowly down until the head notched into you. 
You were the one who had to remember to breathe this time. 
“She must be a goddess, because this pussy is sending me to heaven,” Stu said as his girthy cock pushed into you. His words were supposed to be a joke, but you could tell as he bottomed out inside you that he actually believed them. 
And you were beginning to feel similarly. You'd never been this turned on before. Being used like this by two men felt better than any sex you'd ever had.
“Dude, she can take me,” Stu said, disbelief in his voice. 
“All of you?” Billy asked incredulously.
Stu manhandled your ass and pulled you flush against his pelvis, rocking his hips back and forth while you mewled and clutched at the bedsheets. 
“Yuh-huh. I've never felt this before, holy shit,” Stu said, his smile growing. He leaned over you and rolled his hips, his length stretching you in all directions. Your eyes rolled in response, and Billy laughed. 
“Maybe when she's mine, I'll still let you fuck her,” Billy said, smirking as he pet your head. “If she's a good girl, that is.”
You couldn't respond; your eyes were rolling back and you were too lost in the sensations to feel embarrassed about the sounds you were making. 
“Billy, I don't think I can leave this pussy,” Stu moaned. “I'm trying not to be greedy. Want to share?” 
“What, like now?” Billy asked, his fingers lazily gripping his cock as he watched his best friend bottom out inside you. 
“If she's cool with it.” Stu leaned closer, his lips against your ear. “If you think this feels good, just wait ‘till we're both inside you.” He then licked at your earlobe and nipped it before drawing back.
“How ‘bout it, baby? You ever had two dicks at once?” Billy questioned. 
You couldn't verbalize anything other than moans, but managed to shake your head. 
“Wanna try it?”
It was all you could do to nod, barely able to make eye contact with Billy as Stu thoroughly made use of your hungry cunt. 
“There's no more perfect girl than you, babe,” Stu practically purred, and you felt his cock throb as Billy laid down and pulled you —still with Stu inside—to lay on top of his chest. 
His hard cock nestled between your ass cheeks, slick with the wetness that squelched out of you with every thrust. You felt one of Billy's arms cross over your stomach, and his other hand snaked between you to finger your tight ass. 
You hadn't been with anyone in a while, and anal was not something you expected to be doing anytime soon, but now you were craving it. The idea of two perfect cocks belonging to two beautiful men stuffing you full almost made you cry with desire. 
“I'll go slow, okay?” Billy said from beneath you, grinding his groin against your ass cheeks. 
“Mmh,” you managed to respond. 
Stu slowed down to allow Billy to work his way into you. “This is gonna be so fucking amazing,” he giggled, squeezing your tits. 
The way Billy's cock curved had you feeling stuffed the moment he entered you. You whimpered while he slowly pushed further in. The pressure of his cock squeezing against the underside of Stu's while they both filled you out was euphoric. 
Tension pulled at your core, and you wrapped your trembling legs around Stu's hips, babbling, “Oh my God, fuck, fuck, please!”
“You've been such a good girl, sweetheart,” Billy said, his hands threading through your hair to move it aside and kiss your neck from below. “We’re gonna make you cum so hard you'll never feel the same. You'll always need at least one of us to feel like this,” he whispered against your soft flesh.
Then, Stu leaned forward and pushed in deeper. He began with slow thrusts as he bowed his head to your chest and curled his tongue around your pert nipple. Billy took your other nipple between his fingers and plucked at it teasingly, rocking his hips up into you. 
Your brain was fuzzy. It was all you could do to hold on to Stu with your legs while you moved one arm over your head, gripping Billy's hair. He grunted when you pulled, sending another rush of heat through you. 
God, they both sounded so insanely good. Stu was more vocal, panting as he picked up his pace, but Billy's low groans were just as delicious. 
Your composure crumbled when their thrusts synchronized, and you moaned, your back arching and your toes curling. Stu kept your hips stable between the two of them as cool tingles radiated from deep inside you. Both your ass and your pussy were so sensitive you whimpered pathetically as the tingles mounted before finally spilling over. The orgasm was intense, non-stop, and overwhelming as you throbbed against their cocks. 
“Ohhh fuck,” Stu said, his voice cracking. You couldn't concentrate on Stu or anything else for that matter, you just held onto the boys for dear life. Then, you felt it—Stu's cock pulsating deep inside you, flooding your cunt with his seed. He and Billy kept on thrusting through his climax, your combined orgasms lewdly squelching and dripping down your joined bodies, coating Billy's balls and pushing him to his own orgasm that he was sure to release as deep inside you as possible. 
The three of you were a tangle of panting, sweaty bodies. When they pulled out, a mess of cum followed, staining the sheets. You were far too blissful to begin feeling embarrassed about it. 
Stu and Billy each took you by an arm, pulling you up to the pillows at the head of the bed. There you snuggled between them, utterly spent. The three of you lay in exhausted, comfortable silence as you caught your collective breath.
After some time, Billy trailed a lazy finger up your side. “So, who won?” He asked, his dark eyes drinking in your body before meeting your gaze. Stu's head popped up from where he'd been cuddling up against your other side with a grin, waiting to hear your verdict. 
But there was only one thing made clear in your muddled, fucked-out mind. 
“Both of you. I want both,” you muttered, your heart pounding as you looked at each of them. 
“Both?” Billy's eyes shot up to Stu's. “Our girl is needy, huh?” 
Stu laughed, wrapping a leg around yours. “Hey, that was the best fucking sex I've ever had. If you're down for it…”
Billy looked thoughtful before a smirk slid over his face. “Yeah. I think I can share. You wanna be ours?” Billy asked, his voice low and sultry. 
“Y-yes, please,” you said, nodding and biting your lip. You'd came so hard it was difficult to believe this was real. That you'd asked for both, and they actually obliged. 
“You'll be the most spoiled girlfriend in the world, babe,” Stu promised, kissing your cheek, his eyes sparkling. 
“And the most desired,” Billy said, proving his point by rutting his hardening cock against your hip. 
You sighed, closing your eyes in pure bliss and holding both men close. 
Yeah, you could get used to this.
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A Little Murderess °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:・❀*❀
❀female!murderer!reader x poly!ghostface❀
Part 2// 1.6k words
-> Part 1
Warnings: slightly graphic murder, stalking, alcoholic mother, ghostface thingz
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Summary: You've just moved to a new town after the death of your little brother and stepfather with your mother. You're not ashamed of what you do to cope with the deaths; especially when you make two new friends who you might have more in common with than you thought...
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You slept well. That was something that surprised you, especially when you remembered the strange phone call you received right before you went to bed. The chilling feeling of being watched went away, now replaced with annoyance as your mother asked if you could help her unpack—if you could call it helping. You were doing the majority of the work, your mother laying on the couch with a blanket on her, ordering you to put things in places and organize.
“Put that—no, not there. In that drawer,” She pointed at the teapot you had in your hands, motioning for it to go in the drawer. “You’re fucking useless.”
“Do it yourself, then,” You murmured, but didn’t bother to say louder. Your mother wasn’t herself since the killings, and you weren’t entirely yourself, either. If she was going to be a lazy ass, you at least got to be left alone at night. That was something you relished.
“I’m going to take a nap,” Your mother announced, shifting herself on the couch to get more comfortable. “Take a break.” Grateful, you put the teapot on the countertop, and rushed upstairs to your room. You wanted to finish unpacking your own belongings, and then scout the area for more potential targets.
You opened the door to your room, where you were greeted with two things that definitely weren’t yours: a note stabbed on the wall with a butterfly knife. Nervously chuckling, you went over and took the knife and the note off the wall, admiring how deep the knife cut through. The note was written in red pen, the letters hastily scribbled out:
Welcome to Woodsboro, the last place you’ll ever live.
How cute. The guy on the telephone was definitely aware of where you lived, and aware of your tendency to collect sharp things. You looked at the black butterfly knife, admiring how sharp the blade was. It was either a warning or a gift—you chose to think of it as the latter.
As if on cue, the phone rang. Not wanting to hear the complaints of your mother, you answered it quickly. The silence from the other end was unnerving.
“Hola?” You chirped, the word coming out in the form of a question. Fuck. You definitely sounded more afraid than you would’ve liked—especially knowing that the person calling was most likely watching you.
“When will you go to school?” The voice asked, and you chuckled a bit.
“Whenever I feel like it,” You answered. “When will you go to school?”
“Whenever I feel like it,” The voice repeated, a dark laugh coming from the phone. “Did you like my present?”
“Yes, it’s very lovely,” You said, running the blade along your arm. You could feel it cut the tiny hairs off. “It’s very sharp.”
“Only the best for the Knife Girl,” The voice said, and you could’ve sworn you heard two sets of breathing. You shook that part off as paranoia.
“Wonderful, you’ve got a little nickname for me now?” You joked, waving out the window. “You have my number, you have my address, and now you’ve got a nickname for me. If I didn’t know you, and I don’t, I’d say someone’s got a little crush.”
“Watch it,” The voice spat, and your blood ran cold as you realized you struck a nerve with the Mystery Man. “You’re just a fucking game, and if you’re any fun, you’ll last longer than the rest of them did.” Oh, fuck. One serial killer met another serial killer, and your place as the predator recently shifted down another ring on the chain.
“Aw, I’m not the only girl?” You asked, and the line went dead. You tried to keep your mind away from the phone, and decided there was only one way to deal with it.
You were going to go out tonight.
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It wasn’t long before your mother was asleep for the night, and you went downstairs, dressed in the now familiar clothing you wore for your nights—black hoodie, black sweatpants, and a hat. Your hair tied up, your chest binded down, you passed for a teenage boy; which was the look you were going for. You scribbled a note and left it on the table, a lame excuse of needing to go to the store. Your mother was stupid when she was drunk or hungover, and you were going to exploit that tonight. You were tired of feeling like you were in danger with the Mystery Man—now it was your turn to make someone else feel like they’re in danger.
You decided to take your mother’s car this time—perhaps it was to change up the car of the killer, you didn’t know. It was mostly convenience, you didn’t feel like walking to your car, which was parked outside of the garage. The map of the area was still in your bag, and you took it out to reveal your neat little red lines and circles of places where people—typically homeless, though sometimes you’d find yourself targeting well-dressed older gentlemen—gathered, noting when the areas were busy. You frequently found yourself going back to the place just two miles away from Woodsboro—and you found yourself driving there tonight.
You parked your car two blocks away from your intended target area, your bowie knife joined by the new butterfly. You walked, your pace slow. Intentional. You felt in your element again, you felt in control. Something that you always had to be, even if you knew it was impossible sometimes. You looked around, noticing the lack of people, and you continued until you reached the Spot, as you christened it.
The Spot was an area that usually had one or two people, and it was becoming your favorite spot to kill. You started to stalk your victim, a woman dressed in very little clothing. You figured she was a prostitute, someone that the cops wouldn’t be inclined to care about if she wound up dead. You decided you’d take your chances on her.
“Hi!” You greeted her, your voice laced with friendliness. “I need help with directions—I’m new here. You wouldn’t happen to know where Walmart is, would you?” The woman looked at you, a cigarette hanging out of her mouth and heavy makeup smudged on her lips. She took a long drag from the cigarette before taking it out of her mouth with her splotchy fingers.
“No,” She said, the word echoing in the streets. She pissed you off. A mistake on her part, you figured. You were going to go easy on her, now you were just going to make it painful.
She didn’t have time to react. You figured she must’ve had other things to smoke that night, because she didn’t put up much of a fight. You slashed her neck first, and she screamed, but it wasn’t like anybody was going to hear her. If they did, you doubted anything would happen. You cut her tongue out. Her ears. You slashed your way across her body, blood spilling everywhere. You called her things—terrible things, that you wished you could call your mother. You felt like you were abandoned, and this woman was going to get that anger taken out on her.
You used the butterfly knife, the sharpened blade cutting through her skin like butter. It wasn’t nearly as nice as the bowie, but you still appreciated the way the skin parted under it, like the red sea. You felt in control again. The Mystery Man on the telephone was gone, replaced by the euphoria you so loved to feel after the kill. You decided to carve two hearts in her cheeks, just as you did previously with the homeless man—and you did one final act of brutality against her—you cut her throat out.
“Smoking’s bad for you,” You tell her, and you smile as you clean the blood off your blade with the little fabric of her skirt. “You really should stop with nasty habits.” You walked back to your car, your head clear once more, your mind fully in control of your emotions.
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You made it home, your clothing reeking of blood and smoke and all sorts of nasty things. You huff in annoyance—you hated doing laundry, but you hated the idea of your mother finding your hobby more. You went inside the house, your mother still asleep on the couch where you left her. As if somebody was watching you the entire time, the phone rang.
“You were busy tonight, Knife Girl,” The voice on the phone said, laughing. You raised an eyebrow. No way did someone watch you murder someone in cold blood and prank call you about it. “Your technique is strange, but effective.”
“Oh, piss off,” You said, getting annoyed at the Mystery Man. “You ain’t doing shit to me.”
“Watch it, I know who you are and who you murdered,” The voice said. “You’re lucky I’m interested in playing this little game. You’re a strange target.”
“Murder me, I murder you,” You huffed, going upstairs to the bathroom. You took the knives out of the bag, and put them in the sink. You started to fill it with water.
“You’ve got spunk, I’ll give you that. Do you think you can defeat Ghostface?” The voice on the telephone started to laugh maniacally. You joined in, your insides churning with anticipation.
“Depends. Do you think I like playing with knives?” You answered, and immediately cringed at your comeback. It was not your best work.
“See you at school, Knife Girl,” Well, shit. You just met a new classmate. How groovy. The line went dead, and you shuddered and continued cleaning your knives, your mind no longer clear from your little session earlier.
It made you angry more than anything that some Ghostface kid was calling you, and even more anxious that he clearly knew who you were. But some part of you knew you weren’t in danger. He called you a game. And if there’s one thing about games, was that you play them—and you were about to give Ghostface one hell of a game.
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zapreportsblog · 7 months
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(I don't know if you do smut and or poly ghostface and if you don't then just ignore this <3)
the reader and stu and billy have all been in a relationship together for a while but have yet to have sex (they've done just about everything else tho ;)) because the reader is a virgin and stu and billy have been respectful of that because they love her. Anyways, she tells them that she's ready to have sex and stu and billy are excited. When they have sex stu and billy are quite sweet with her but are still very much stu and billy.
(I'm so sorry if that made no sense and if you don't understand that's totally ok. I just wanna see stu and billy being a little nice during sex <33)
I do indeed write smut and for poly ghostface
❝movie night❞
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✭ pairing : billy loomis x reader x stu macher
✭ fandom : scream
✭ summary : (y/n) is secretly dating her two best friends Sidney and Tatum boyfriends behind their backs and after movie night, the night takes a turn in interesting way
✭ slashers masterlist
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You were in the living room with Sidney and Tatum for the weekly movie night at Stu's place, it had been something the small friendship group has included you on upon moving here a few months back but during those months of moving here interesting things have happened.
You ended up in a secret affair with boy boyfriends of Tatum and Sidney and though you felt wrong about being with them behind the two girls back but at the same time it was exciting.
Stu and Billy stood in the kitchen, they were getting some popcorn and drinks for not only themselves but for the girls as well. “How long is the popcorn gonna take?” Stu whined.
Billy as usual paid the tall boy any mind, “In a few more minutes,” he says for what felt like the hundredth time.
The boys could hear the giggles from rooms away, “What they laughing about?” Billy asks as Stu comes up behind him and plants his head on his shoulder. “Who knows? Maybe it’s stupid girl gossip,” stu mumbles. All he wanted was the fucking popcorn.
"Wait what!" Tatum almost shouted out if it hadn’t been for you shushing her to keep her volume low so no one else heard, but the boys were officially intrigued.
“What you think she told Tatum to make her react like that?” Stu silently questioned billy who didn’t reply instead seemed to be listening out for more information for they kept silent with their ears open.
"No way, there's no way at all! No offense." Tatum said slightly shocked at the news given to her.
"I just never got around to it, that's all.” You sounded embarrassed now, now they were really curious what could have caused you to feel that way.
"There's no fucking way that you are a virgin!”
“Shush!”
Billy and Stu whip their heads towards one another, and now since they were looking at each other they could make out what the other was thinking. It was like they were having some weird bro conversation in their minds, talking with their expressions.
They had to have misheard her. You, the girl who wore skimpy pajamas to bed with them and short dresses, the same you, was apparently a virgin? No way.
But at the same time it would make sense on certain things. Like why you only every made out with them and let them touch your boobs but when things almost went further you would stop them with flushed cheeks telling them not tonight.
At first they thought you were just being a tease and they were all here for it, they could wait a little bit but upon now learning of this information. Oh the night just got a little better
"What's that supposed to mean?" You were a bit offended at what Tatum said.
"Well, to be honest, we all thought you had sex with Randy." Imagine the look on your face when she said that, “What?! No way, ew! Randy and me are just friends.”
“Yeah but like, he follows you around like a lost puppy." Sidney interjects with her arms crossed over her chest, cheeks flushed from the whole sex talking happening right now
"He does not!" You said, flustered. Sure Randy was a bit clinging but it was because you were the only one who really paid him any mind or gave him the time of day.
Sure he hung out with others, others being your friendship group when you all were together with one another but no one’s really hung out with him alone, you took time out of your day to do that. To make him feel included.
"Randy's got a massive crush on you, (y/n).” Tatum states. “How you let that go over your head, I’ll have no idea,” she laughs.
At that moment, Stu and Billy decide to enter the room, causing all three girls to immediately stop talking about the whole topic and start watching the movie.
“Thank you,” you say taking the bowl of popcorn from Billy’s hand, fingers crossing against one another’s briefly.
“Thanks babe,” Tatum said taking her drink from Stu’s hand.
Throughout the whole movie, it was the Thing playing by the way, a really good movie at that. Billy and Stu couldn’t focus though, their minds elsewhere.
Billy thinks of all the things he could do to you, to ruin you for any other man (or woman). He wasn’t sure if you were bisexual like Stu or experimental like some people.
Billy sits at the farthest part of the couch from the TV, Sidney leaned against his side and Stu is at the other end, with Tatum on his side. You lay between them, your back pressing up against Billy's side, with your feet draped across Stu. The only real people watching the movie intently at this point had to be everyone else but Billy.
Before long Billythe movie is over and Tatum and Sidney are grabbing their stuff and making their way towards the door. “It’s been fun but my stupid brother says I have to be home after the movie otherwise he’ll drop me off at school in the cop car for a whole week, like ew!” Tatum says.
“Yeah and my dad says he doesn’t want me out late with everything happening, you know.” Sidney says sheepishly.
"Bye Tatum, Bye Sid." You say getting up from your spot to walk both girls to the door. “I’d probably crash here like always,” you laugh, you had decided you would stay for just a bit longer to hang out with the boys. You could’ve went home but what was the point of going back to an empty house.
The boys bid their goodbyes to Sidney and Tatum, giving both girls a hug and a kiss - after all they were their “girlfriends” so had to keep up appearances as loving boyfriends to the pair. But once the door was closed, all bets were off they table and they were free to be who they truly were with you.
Stu is the one to close the door, and you had already walked back to the living room and plopped yourself up onto the couch, sprawling out across it.
“I’m bored now!” You groaned.
"You want some food?" Stu asks from by the doorway with Billy at his side. “I noticed you hadn’t really eaten much -“
"Yeah sure!" You yell back, staring at the tv. The end credits from the thing were still playing but you knew it would be off shortly so you didn’t really care all that much
Billy and Stu headed towards the big kitchen, as Billy looks through the cabinets searching for some form of food that you may want.
"So what are we gonna do about the elephant in the room?" Stu asks quietly, leaning against the counter next to Billy.
“If by elephant you mean finding out that (y/n) is a virgin then yeah, I’m working something out right now in my head.
“Well are we just going to ignore it or go with the original plan."
The original plan had been for them to take her as ghostface forcefully because man was it such a turn on seeing her eyes wide with fear and lower lip quivering as she tried to keep her voice silent.
"No way, this changes everything.” Billy replies pulling out a box of cereal from the pantry.
“It does?” Stu says grabbing a bowl and spoon from the dishwasher.
“Yeah, if anything we’ll make our move tonight and make it special in the process.”
Stu and Billy return to the living room with a bowl of your choice of cereal, and hand it to you. “I couldn’t really find you anything you might want right now,” billy says.
You nod in their direction as a thanks, whiles they were gone you had taken to putting on another horror movie and now you were way too engrossed in the movie to realize that they were now sitting on either side of you.
Trapping you like a fly in a spiders web.
But what you do notice is that Billy lays a hand on your soft thigh. Stu immediately takes notice of how your breath hitches at the unexpected touch and how you suddenly are clenching your thighs together.
Stu looks towards Billy from the corner of his eye and then puts his arm around your shoulders.
Billy takes this as a sign, and slowly creeps his hand up your thigh as you attempt to hide how your breathing picks up and your face grows red from his touch.
He had this effect on you, both boys did and they knew it. Bastards were toying with you now that both girls were gone
Billy’s hand come to a stop, but he is now dangerously close to your clothes vaginal area. He’s so close he can feel the warmth radiating off of it. God he wanted to take you right here and then.
At this point, you aren't paying any attention to the movie, anymore. No you’re far to occupied with your breaths that are coming out in deep pants. When Billy goes to move his hand even closer, your hand rests on top of his, stopping him.
"B-billy?” Your voice is scolding and shaking, this behavior isnt anything new from him.
"What- what are you doing?"
Stu stays cuddled into your side, his own hand - his much larger, longer fingered hand at that moves to your thigh as well.
"What's the matter, sweetheart? Uncomfortable?" Stu teases, and you can’t help but to squirm under their watchful gaze. It’s like they are enjoying how nervous you are right now.
"N-no, it's just that-" You swallow the lump in your throat. "We are watching a movie." You squeak out as he dips his head down to lay opened mouth kisses on your neck.
“No baby girl, you got it all wrong. You’re watching the movie, stu and I are watching you.”
"Yeah princess, you can continue to watch the movie whiles billy and I continue what we’re doing," Stu says it like it's the simplest thing in the world. And you gasp, when he slides his hand underneath your dress, and makes his way into your underwear.
You hadn’t thought much about putting on the shortest white dress you could find in your closet, after all you were going to be hanging out with your friends - minus Randy, he had work tonight and plus it was comfortable and freeing and cute.
You moan embarrassingly loud when stu’s pointer finger swipes across your wet cunt. Stu laughs against your neck, and pulls away to smile wide at Billy.
"Dude she's so wet." He says and watches as Billy is shivering with excitement.
“Oh is she, well I guess I’ll just need to have a look and feel for myself." Before you can even scold them for talking about you like you aren't there. Stu dips his fingers into your underwear once more as well and slides his fingers across your cunt once more. Again you find yourself moaning at his touch, again.
This time Billy joins in and moves to rubbing slow circles around your clit.
It all feels like too much and not enough at the same time. And you're so confused, why are they acting like this? Tonight of all nights too?
"Billy, Stu." You whimper. "Why are you doing this?”
"It's okay, beautiful." Billy starts, as Stu continues to gently rub his finger against your cunt.
"You're ours remember, and as ours we just want t9 touch you and make you feel good."
“Yeah princess, don’t you want us to make you feel good?”
"wha-" You begin to speak, but Stu is quick to shut you up by slipping his long finger into you. Billy pulls his hand away, and you unintentionally whine in protest.
“God your so tight,” Stu practically growls out.
Billy can’t help himself, and without much thought he pulls you up into his lap. He’s now grabbing at your hips and even pulls you down to rub against his confined cock.
“Fuck,” you cry out from the pleasure you were feeling.
"J-jesus." He stutters, the feeling of your warm clothed cunt against his clothed length is heavenly to him. "She's so warm, Stu."
Stu hums in approval, coming up to stand in front of you. His hands slide underneath your white dress, pushing it up and over your tits.
You're basically naked now, sitting on Billy's lap with his cock pressing against your virgin cunt. And you're shaking mostly from arousal but also from confusion and anticipation.
‘It feels so good’ you think to yourself.
"She's shaking like crazy." Billy laughs at you, taking pleasure in the way you are feeling and it’s all their fault.
"I can tell." Stu responds, his hands massaging your tits as he gives them his absolute focus.
One of his hands goes to play your nipple, pinching it harshly. Stiffening it up as you whimper at the feelin, but a few seconds later you’re moaning loudly with Billy's lips wrap around the opposite nipple.
You’re back in bent in a odd way for billy can have access to your tits but it’s not uncomfortable.
Billy sucks on one, grazing it with his sharp teeth, and Stu takes the other inbetween his fingers, pinching and pulling on it. “You have such pretty tits princess.”
“Yeah she does,” billy pulls away to speak before going back at it with sucking on them.
You're so distracted by the pleasure you don't even notice Billy has now found a way to take off his pants and underwear. You gasp loudly when he presses himself against you. God he was so hard and god he was also so fucking big.
"Billy." You pant. "I can't -“
"Why not, sweetheart?" Billy tilts his head at you, and pouts his fingers once more playing with your tits.
He looks at you waiting for an answer that he already knows, asshole just wanted to hear you say it."I'm a virgin." You wince when you say it, expecting him to push you off and tell you to get out, somewhere in your head you’ve always feared their reaction to learning that you were a virgin.
He laughs, and Stu giggles, laying wet kisses across your neck.
Billy pulls you into another kiss, it's open mouthed and down right dirty. It leaves you aching and wanting more. One hand grips the side of your neck, and squeezes and you can feel yourself choking back a moan into his mouth. His other hand is on his cock, gently rubbing the tip against your still clothed clit.
You're rocking your hips, rutting against his dick.
Stu’s no longer on your tits, no now he’s sucking dark hickeys along the sides of your neck that Billy's hand isn't on. Before you can comprehend what’s happening, you feel it.
And that causes you stop all together when he moves his dick to your hole, your panties are still on, blocking him from entering but will it really be enough to stop him?
"You can't.” You’re begging now and Billy think's it's absolutely adorable. Stu laughs, his hand going to your hips to hold you still.
"Shhh, it's okay." Billy attempts to confront you. "Just the tip? please baby."
"But we don't have condoms." You gasp, as he begins to push in.
“No you’re right, but your panties are in the way so it’s alright.”
"I'll pull out after a few minutes,” He promises, but he knows he won't. He's got you exactly where he wants you. He wants to see you round in the belly area with his and Stu’s baby. He wants to feel the swell of your cunt when him and stu return home every day from killing horny teens. He just wants you all to himself, stu too.
So if you think he's going to miss out on the opportunity to cum inside of you? Oh you have another thing coming.
You begin whining even more when he gets the tip in. "It hurts." You murmur, tears welling in your eyes.
"Oh babe. Stu says, mockingly sympathetic as he rubs his thumb across your cheeks feeling the wet substance.
Billy moans at the feeling of your pussy clenching at the intrusion. He groans when he notices the tears falling from your eyes too. “Fuck,” he breathlessly mumbles out.
"Fuck man, she's crying." Stu moans out watching as billy pushes just a little further inside of you.
"Billy!”
Oh now you’re squealing, he's more inside you than just the tip as promised, and you're a little upset that he lied to you but are you truly?
"C'mon baby, just a little more. I won't go any further than that" Billy says, pushing in just a little bit with each word.
Your hands go to stu’s shoulder and you attempt to hide your face in his neck. But Stu grabs your own shoulders and leans you forward to pull you into a heated kiss. Suddenly, Bill grabs your hips and slams them down, pushing all the way into you. You cry out, pulling away from Stu.
"Damn, You're gonna break her," Stu laughs watching the scene with excitement, your panties are still on causing you to feel extra stuffed but they seem to be tearing at the sides now.
"If you could feel how tight she is you'd do the same thing." Billy groans, and you babble to yourself about something they can't seem to understand. He's hitting something so deep inside of you that you that you can't speak properly.
"Awww, look at her." Stu mocks. "She's so cock drunk she can't even speak."
You instinctually start rocking your hips, and Billy pulls out a bit, “Stu take her panties off quickly” he commands and Stu never one to displeasure billy listens, billy once more is shoving back inside of you and this time you moan, really loud at that.
Stu seems entranced, staring at where you and Billy are connected.
"You’re doing so damn well, sweetheart." Billy grunts, pressing into you and then pulling out, just to repeat the action all over again.
“You're so fucking beautiful." You moan at the praise.
There's a tightness in your stomach, and it seems to be getting tighter by the second.
"Look at, you’re so fucking dumb." Stu says, lips next to your ear now, “You thought that if you let Billy and me fuck you raw he wouldn't use the opportunity to cum inside you?" He laughs as if he’s just told them funniest joke, “Look at you now. So cock drunk, our sweet, dumb little whore."
"Huh?" You say, confused. "What?" You moan again, squeezing down on Billy's cock.
"Listen closely princess, Billy boy here is is going to cum inside you, and then i'm going to fuck you, then I'm gonna' cum inside your fucked out cunt. Me and him are just going to keep fucking this cunt until it’s all used up and sloppy from both of our cocks.”
You whine in protest, trying to pull away from Billy but when his dick starts twitching inside you and Stu reaches down and rubs at your clit, gently pinching every now and then before rubbing it again. That tightness in your stomach snaps, and you cry out, clenching around Billy’s dick as you shout out, “I’m cumming!”
You quiver in Billy's lap, waves of pleasure flowing through your body. You can now feel warmth flooding your cunt as he spills inside of you, filling you up with his every being.
You whine again, panting some more as Billy pulls from out of you, his cock softening but still twitching as it rests against your exposed cunt that drips with his cum.
"Yes, you are sweetheart." Stu says watching as you twitched slightly coming down from your high, “But now it’s my turn princess." Stu pulls you from off Billy's lap, slamming you down on the other end of the couch and positioning himself in between your legs.
“Don’t worry princess,” stu says noticing the look of fear in your eyes, “this is going to hurt some” - he says before slamming his way inside your used cunt.
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gen0c1de · 6 months
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Based on something I actually did with a friend and should've been charged for but the dude who owns the property was chill-
Y/N and Stu: Walking into Stu's house.
Billy: "Y/N, why do you have an arrow?"
Y/N: "I got it from the abandoned shack down the road! Stu and I accidentally ripped the window off the building and so we climbed in to explore it!"
Stu: "The floor was caved in, dude. Y/N almost fell in it!"
Billy: "You mean the old hunting club cabin? The one that has the driveway go past it and the guy who owns the property AND the shack lives?"
Stu: "...someone owns that shack...?"
Billy: "Yes!"
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You never had to fight me- Yandere Polyghostface
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You should have told them you’d be home early, you should have told them that you got the early bus. But you didn’t. Instead you wandered aimlessly into Stu’s home only to see a girl crawling towards you covered in the red sticky liquid that now adorned your hands.
Without thinking, you had ran to her aid pushing down on her stab wounds to try and stop the bleeding. Her hands wrapped around yours as she gurgled in pain, blood running from her lips. You recognised her as the girl who sat in front of you in history class. You recognised her as the girl that laughed when you had tripped in the hallway and dropped you papers all over the corridor. That’s why she was here. But you couldn’t leave her.
Just as you went to speak a voice from the kitchen did.
“Y/n go upstairs right now,” said Billy. He was dressed in the ghostface robe but his mask had been removed. Behind him was Stu, a knife in hand dripping red.
“But-”
“No, don’t argue. Go upstairs,” Stu cuts in sternly. You slowly pull your hands away from her abdomen, feeling the blood begin to pour once more. You attempt to block out her cries, begging for you to come back and save her from your partners. You didn’t. Instead you continued walking, and closed the door to Stu’s bedroom.
The screams stopped eventually, but they replayed in your head. You hadn’t washed your hands of her blood, it left stains on Stu’s white Cotten bedsheets. Luckily you’d learnt how to rid of the stains in sheets, clothes and skin.
Their footsteps could be heard coming up the stairs. The bedroom door opened with a slam. They weren’t happy.
“You aren’t meant to be back yet,” Billy says pulling off his costume. Stu follows suit.
“I finished running errands quicker than I expected so caught the early bus,” you explain. Your hands fiddle with your bracelet, not daring to meet their gazes.
“And why the fuck didn’t you call? What do we always say when you go out without us? Huh?” Billy says, his tone growing harsher with every word.
“To call you when I’m on my way back so you know where I am at all times,” you reply, repeating the words that had been drummed into you since you first started dating the boys. Clearly you hadn’t learnt their rules well enough.
“Not only did you disobey one of the most important rules we have for you but you tried to help that blonde bimbo from bleeding out!”
Okay, Billy was very angry now. His face had gone a deeper shade of red, his brows were screwed and his shoulders tense.
In one fast move his hand wrapped around your throat lifting you from Stu’s bed and pinning you to the wall. You try suck in any air you can but his hand remains firm against your neck.
You look over to Stu for some kind of reassurance that Billy wasn’t going to hurt you more than he had already but he wasn’t looking at you. His eyes were trained to the dried, crimson blood that marked your hands.
“You don’t have to fight me,” you whimper, struggling to speak as Billy holds his hand tighter. He looks at you, faltering slightly and allowing you to push away from his grasp and run to Stu arms and wrapping around his front. He doesn’t hug you back.
You begin to cry, the hot tears running down your cheeks and leaving wet patches on Stu’s T-shirt. Your knees buckle beneath you as you fall to the floor, sobbing over Stu’s feet. It hurts where your heart is. Like a hot metal iron has burned through any hope you had that they could be the ones to save you.
Two arms come under your armpits, lifting you up and forcing you legs around their waist. It’s Stu. He pushes your head into his shoulder and bounces you slightly trying to lull your tears.
“You never had to fight me,” you whisper.
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roadkillremi · 1 year
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Warning : Violence, Blood, Killing, Mentions of Sex drugs and Drinking, Underage Drinking, degrading, Abuse, Language, Toxic Relationship (If I miss any please let me know!)
I do NOT support killing or Toxic Relationships or Abusive Relationships! If this is happening to you or a loved one seeks help ASAP!
Summary : Being childhood friends with Billy Loomis wasn't always easy. As you got older he demanded revenge and that you helped him. (He may have manipulated you along the way). After helping kill Sydney's mother you refused to help anymore. Billy and Stu forced you to stay due to blackmail causing you to be in a toxic secret relationship.
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"Yeah, I'm great."
You took Randy's beer from his hand taking a sip. He didnt mind, he was to entranced with the movie.
"Oh, come on! She's not even following the rules!" He yelled out throwing some popcorn towards the TV.
"What?" Some girl laughed out confused. You sigh, "here we go.." Randy grabbed your hips lifting you off his lap for him to stand up. He got Infront of TV blocking the view of the movie.
"There are certain rules one must abide by in order to successfully live in a horror movie. For instance, Number one ; You can never have sex!"
The crowd of teenagers Boo'd all around you. You couldn't help but laugh as Randy looked at them as if their idiots.
"BIG NO NO! Sex equals death okay? Number two ; You can never drink or do drugs!"
Stu cheered clinking his beer glass with others. You held up the glass Randy was drinking from.
"The sin factor! It's a sin! It's an extension of number one! And number three ; never ever ever under any circumstances say, ' I'll be right back ' Because you won't be back!"
"I'm getting another beer, want one?" Stu interrupted.
"Sure."
"I'll be right back!"
The crowd bursted into laughter, you smiled taking another swig from Randy's beer.
"See, you push the laws you end up dead! I'll see you in the kitchen with a knife!"
The crowd shrugged him off, you patted the couch.
"Randy sit back down."
He sighed in defeat about to sit down before the phone rang. It went silent, only Jamie Lee Curtis's speech from the T.V was audible. Randy answer the phone, "Hello?".
Everyone tensed up, you hoped it was an angry parent or a cop. Maybe they'll call the whole party off, Randy's face contorted.
"Okay. Bye. Holy Shit guys! Principal Himbry's dead! They found his body on the flag pole!"
You placed your hand to your mouth. Stu wasn't joking, guilt stabbed you in the stomach. The rest of the teenagers left hollering, Randy sighed and looked at you.
"Guess it's just us... You okay?"
You nodded, "Yeah, just didn't expect Principal Himbry.."
"Guy was a dick. Some delusional kid got him. Could've been Billy" he dragged out the last syllable. He sat down beside you, "Don't worry, we've been following the rules.".
"Excuse me? You've had 4 beers!" You laughed. He smiled, "you're so pretty..". You smiled, "Thanks, I'll be right back I gotta.. freshen up". He nodded lazily laying down once you got up.
"Give me the popcorn, baby" he whined. You handed it to him before leaving giving him a small kiss.
You searched through the kitchen drawers for a small sharp knife. You frantically pushed things to the side finding a pocket knife.
Perfect
You checked the hallway before going to the closet under the stairs. You opened the door quiet putting your finger up to your mouth to silence him. His wide brown eyes stared at you pleadingly.
"Mr.Prescott, I'm a friend of Sydney's, I'm not sure if you remember me. I'm going to untie you but you need to be quiet and go get help."
He nodded frantically, you managed to untie the knot in the rope on his feet and wrists. You checked in the hall for Stu or Billy. You stood up moving out of his way. He got up slowly from the closet, he took to the duck tape off his mouth.
"thank you" he whispered, tears streaming down his face.
You shushed him leading him towards the front door.
"Deputy Dewey is out there somewhere, right now the killers in here. Please be quick!" You whispered softly. He nodded walking as fast as he could recovering from being tied up. You shut the door and looked over at Randy.
"Randy?"
"Hm?" He sat up and smiled seeing you.
"Just making sure you're okay."
He laid back down watching the movie. You slowly went up the stairs looking for Stu. You walked down the hall to find him in the costume. He looked in your direction pulling the mask up smiling. He put fish fingers to his lips before he started to walk towards you quietly.
"You ready?" He whispered smiling. You just looked at him, he sighed cupping your cheek.
"Don't worry, me and Billy won't let the cops know about you."
"Stu.." you whispered trying to hold back anger and grief. The reality of it all hit in seeing him in the costume holding a knife.
"What is it?"
"Tatum's dead..." You searched for any emotion in him. He nodded, "It had to be done. Besides I have you!" He smiled gently kissing you. You stepped back shaking your head.
"She loved you!"
He sighed, "We'll talk about this later I have to go kill Billy!" He winked walking towards the door. You went downstairs, checking in on Randy. He threw popcorn at the T.V. You ran over to him, "Randy, baby we gotta go.". He whined like a child too drunk to care. You sighed walking over the the window looking outside. Nothing.
You heard Sydney scream and run through the upstairs. You ran up there looking for her, "Sydney?!". She ran into you, "They..they killed Billy..". You tried to act sad, "we gotta get help". She nodded, you grabbed her hand running downstairs.
You opened the front door to see the killer stabbing someone in the news van. You shut the door locking it.
"He's out there.." you whispered. Sydney looked around, "I'll go find a phone.". You nodded, "I'll go find Dewey.". She ran upstairs, probably fearing you're the killer. You picked up the phone in the kitchen, the line beeped.
Stu must've cut the line.
"No right behind you!" Randy yelled from the living room. You forgot to check on Randy, you walked into the living room slowly.
You're guessing Billy was standing behind him raising up his knife. Meaning Stu was outside right now.
"RANDY!" You screamed. Randy looked up and started screaming while the killer tried to stab him. You threw a lamp at him making Billy trip up. He looked in your direction running after you.
"Shit." You yelled running around the hall. Billy was faster than you and pushed you down. He straddle your lap fighting against you.
"Hey dipshit!" Randy yelled. The killer turned towards him standing up slowly.
"Randy Run!" You called out. Randy and Stu took off, Randy being a drunken mess tripping giving Billy just enough time to stab his right shoulder. Randy called out in pain, you took your pocket knife stabbing Stus shoulder from behind. A grunt left before pushing you to the floor fleeing from the two of you.
"Randy!" You crawled over to him, tears fell down your face.
"I'm so sorry. I tried to protect you."
"it's not your fault" he choked out. You wiped your tears off your face.
"We gotta get you patched up." You sniffled. You put his left arm around you trying to stand him up. He hissed in pain leaning against you.
"To the kitchen."
You both walked to the kitchen, he leaned against the counter. You grabbed a first aid kit from under the sink. You opened it up, "What's a band aid gonna do?" Randy said. You looked down at the kit, you started to break down. Your sobs were no longer contained, "Hey, I was joking..". You looked at Randy, "It's my fault!".
He shook his head, "No, it's not! You told me we shouldn't have gone to the party."
"No, Randy you don't understand."
"We're gonna get help okay?!" Randy walked slowly towards the front door.
"Gale Weathers is out there!" He called out. You heard the door shut, you went to the front door opening it. Gale hopped in the Van, Randy went to the window. She hit him with her phone before driving off. You stepped out onto the porch to get him. The van quickly crashed into a nearby tree. You ran to Randy, "Are you okay?".
"Never been better" he groaned.
"Come on, let's go." You both walked to the door. Stu appeared around the corner.
"Oh fuck" Randy mumbled.
Sydney was at the door, "Syd!" You called out. She looked at you and then Stu.
"Sydney, Randy's the Killer!" Stu cried.
"No, Sydney!" Randy yelled, Sydney looked at all three of you.
"He killed Tatum!" He sobbed weakly.
"Fuck you." She shut the door.
"Shit!" You yelled, Randy stepped away from Stu. Stu seemed to be crying, you tried to open the door. A loud thump was by the door before Billy open it. Stu walked in, Billy grabbed your hair pulling you in.
"RANDY!" you reached towards him. Billy shut the door before Randy could get to you.
"Corn Syrup. It's what the use for pigs blood in Carrie." He smiled. You grabbed his wrist trying to get him to let go.
"Knock it off, Bitch! Fucking stabbed my shoulder!" He threw you on the floor. Your head hit the corner of a side table on the way down. Your head throbbed and blood trickled down the side of your head. Stu was quick by your side, pulling you up trying to get you to stand. You felt dizzy leaning against Stu for support. Stu leaned you against the wall before joining Billy.
Sydney ran to the kitchen, Billy and Stu ran after her. You reached out towards the door knob.
"Don't you fucking dare!" You turned around, Billy pointed a gun at you. You dropped your arm, "Come here." He tilted his head towards the kitchen. You walked over to him, he smiled grabbed the back of your neck.
"Good girl." He roughly kissed you as you fought against him. He threw you towards Sydney smiling. You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand and spat at him. He smiled, "Don't make this any harder than it has to be."
"Don't be so rough with her, Billy!" Stu whined. Billy glared at him, "I'm treating her like the whore she is! Sleeping with Randy. Thought you were gonna get away with that. Sydney got up, "No you don't!" Billy held the knife in his other hand closely to her. Billy gave Stu the gun not taking his eyes off Sydney. He pulled the voice box out of his back pocket.
"Surprise, Sydney!"
Sydney was backed into a corner of the kitchen. "why?"
"Why?! Cause you're mother's a slut, Sydney!" Billy yelled. She shook her head no, Billy laughed. He threw the voice box on the counter.
"She slept with my father and my mother left us! And then I bet you didn't even know she slept with her dad!" He pointed at you. Sydney looked at you in horror trying to get further from you.
"Don't worry, she didn't want me to kill you. She'd begged us."
Stu laughed, "Tried even sleeping with us".
You shook your head, "You won't get away with this!". Billy looked over at you, "Oh you don't think so?". Stu smiled, "can I get him?". Billy nodded, "See, we had to frame someone for all this! And might as well been your dad, Syd! He went crazy from losing your mom and killed a bunch of teenagers!"
"Billy he's gone.." Stu yelled.
"What do you mean he's gone!" He called back. He looked over at as you gave him a smile.
"You bitch."
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Ghostface’s fan#1 (Part IV)
Hello everyone! This is the last part (except if you request for more) for this Billy Loomis x female reader x Stu Matcher series. If you haven’t read it yet, you can find part I here .
Hope you’ll enjoy this as much as the others parts.
Female reader but no physical description.
Warnings : Bullies, very very very morally grey reader, mentions of blood, murders, revenge, mention of sexual desire, one or two strong words
You would be lying if you had said you hadn’t noticed Billy was hurt on his shoulder, the same way Ghostface was. You had seen how he had tried to not flinch when a girl had playfully hit him. You were watching their interaction from a tree, not impressed and not happy, but you weren’t allowed to be jealous. Plus you knew you should come back home to avoid your bullies at all cost - which you had been good at today - but when you had seen Billy talking to that girl, you just couldn’t stop yourself from stalking them.
“You really like to observe” a voice startled you and you looked back at Stu who sent you the same cheeky smile he did the day before. It was strange to see him and to know who he was for you. He tried to follow where you looked before arching an eyebrow. “Jealous?” he teased and you scoffed as he added: “Didn’t know you also were into Billy? I mean who isn’t?” he chuckled
“Oh so you’re into him?” you teased right back and Stu rolled his eyes but didn’t deny. Your eyes went back to Billy and the girl.
“You heard?” he asked suddenly, trying to get your attention back on him
“What?” you asked and looked at him
“Ghostface got hurt last night” he said, waiting for your reaction
“Are you obsessed with Ghostface or something?” you hummed back “But yeah, I heard.” you added and you so wanted to say Just like Billy is but you needed to be better than that.
“I’m not, you just seemed to like them last time we talked” he replied and you let out an amused smile. Did Stu think he was being subtle at this moment, because he really wasn’t, but you weren’t surprised. Puppy was always a bit too much, not that you minded. You were about to open your mouth to snarky reply when you caught a glance of your bullies. They clearly saw you and were now walking to you with mean smiles on their faces.
“Shit” you mumbled to yourself and were quick to grab your bag to leave but Stu gently caught your arm.
“What’s wrong?” he asked and you could see genuine concern in his eyes. He looked behind him and saw a group of three boys coming closer. “Are they harassing you?” he asked and you knew you shouldn’t but you felt ashamed. You looked away.
“It’s fine, just let me go” you said but there was no way Stu could let you dismiss the situation like that.
“Let me bring you home” he offered and before you could refuse he added: “Billy has a car, let me borrow the keys”
“Ok” was all you found to say, and you let Stu drag you closer to Billy who seemed pretty annoyed with the girl who was talking to him. He arched an eyebrow at Stu before frowning when he saw you were following.
“I need your keys” Stu said 
“What for?” Billy hummed
“The girl needs a ride” he replied and pointed at you
“It’s fine, if you don’t want” you quickly added as you sent a glance at the group who had stopped because they were too cowardly to attack you in front of so many people, including two boys. Billy followed your line of vision, but he kept his anger silent. Those people really had to die soon. He wasn’t too keen on leaving you alone with Stu though, knowing how his boyfriend could have absolutely zero self control when it was about you.
“Alright” Billy said “but I drive.” he added and Stu almost pouted. “Need to go” Billy dismissed the girl before walking closer to you. You nibbled your bottom lip before following him. Stu stayed by your side as the three of you fell silent. You sent a little glance past your shoulder and you were relieved to see how pissed the group of boys seemed. You entered the car and leaned against the seat. You closed your eyes for a few seconds.
“Thank you for that, you didn’t have to” you told both the boys. Billy only shrugged but Stu gave you his best smile.
“Anytime” he hummed and you smiled back. “Do they hurt you often?” he asked, growing serious again
“Oh, they never beat me, but they often steal my lunch or say stuff to scare me or make me feel unsafe and threatened,” you replied. “It doesn’t usually work that well, but I don’t know, it felt different today, it felt like they had a plan about me. And it was better for me to stay away from them” you babbled. You noticed the look Stu and Billy exchanged but you didn’t say anything, no matter how much you wanted to remind Billy his shoulder was hurt and that he needed to be careful.
“Oh where do you live, by the way?” Billy asked, remembering just in time he wasn’t supposed to know where he had to drive. You gave him the address as you played with your fingers, feeling a bit awkward to be around them without the masks and them not knowing you knew their identities.
“You said you were seeing someone, maybe you should talk to them about it” Stu commented after a little while and Billy sent him a very unimpressed look.
“What for? For them to beat the shit out of those guys?” you asked before sighting “I hate that, you know.”
“What? Violence?” Stu asked again and you let out a little laugh
“No, not that. I wouldn’t enjoy horror movies otherwise. It’s just… It would be better if I could take care of the matter in my own hands, you see.” you tried to explain
“Great plan, like that you can give them the satisfaction to get into trouble when they are the bullies” Billy replied, unimpressed with you as well. He really was dating two idiots.
“No, no. I mean like Ghostface” you said and the two boys sent you a look and tensed a little with something like excitement. If you wanted to be part of the game, it would make things a lot easier for them to manage.
“How so?”
“Well it must be so much easier when you are wearing a mask; you can kill whoever you want. Ghostface can have all the fun they want and the police can’t catch them” you continued before biting your lips. “Probably shouldn’t say that kind of thing but…” you stopped yourself before spilling out you knew who they were.
“But?” Billy asked as he parked in front of your house and he fully turned toward you, but clearly had forgotten about his shoulder because he slightly frowned in pain.
“Nothing, it’s fine. Thanks again for the ride” you smiled and you were quick to leave the car before you could say something stupid or before one of the boys could stop you. 
You ran back home and locked the door behind yourself. You walked upstairs and settled into your room, sitting on the floor and trying to think hard about what to do. Your head was swirling with ideas and you thought you were going crazy. You needed to do something to make you forget about all of this. You saw the blood on your floor and you thought you needed to clean this up. It would be a nice distraction.
You cleaned up your room and bathroom, before you reached for Ghostface’s costume. You cleaned it as well and sewed it where the knife had pierced the tissue, at the shoulder. Your mind had quietened down the instant you had taken the Ghostface’s outfit in your hands and you relaxed. Without even realising it, once you were done, you placed the costume in front of you, as you watched yourself in the mirror. You nibbled on your lips as you grabbed the mask and placed it over your head as well. You liked what you were seeing a lot more than you had thought you would.
And it hit you: you had been obsessed about Ghostface because it was who you wanted to be in the deepest of your soul. Tonight, you would be the one to kill your bullies.
You knew where they lived and you knew their habits because they were loud when they talked together. Every Friday night, they met at the house of their leader, because his parents weren’t back from work until very late in the night. And luckily, today was Friday. You waited for the darkness to fully engulf the streets before finding your way to their place. You came inside the house, like a dark shadow. It was quite easy because those boys never locked the door up; that way they could come and leave whenever they wanted.
You were quiet and holding your knife with so much strength, it was almost painful. But you loved that kind of pain. You could barely realise what you were doing, but you needed to. And you also needed to scare those pieces of shit like they did with you; you wanted to play a little before killing them. You locked the front and back doors, before settling upstairs. You looked around, for an idea as you didn’t plan any of this. You were quite happy when you found a phone of one of the boys, left on the bed. You grabbed it and called the number of the house landline phone, and it rang downstairs right away. They all groaned, but the leader thought it might be his parents so he picked up the phone.
“Yeah?”
“Don’t forget to lock your door and put the alarm on” you said, using the voice transformer. You couldn’t stop yourself from smiling under the mask; the power you felt in that instant was the best thing ever, even better than an orgasm.
“Who… Who is this?” he asked and you could hear he was shared between fear and anger at being played that way. You loved it
“Come upstairs and you’ll find out” you teased
“Shut up, weirdo” he said and hung up. But you called again and he couldn’t stop himself from picking up the phone again.
“You hang up on me again and I’ll gut you like a fish” you groaned and you heard how the group felt silent downstairs, probably because they saw fear on the boy’s face at such violent words.
“Ok that’s enough, you said you were in the house, I’m gonna find you and beat you, asshole!” the boy said and you only laughed.
You waited for him to come, hidden behind the bedroom door like Billy did with you the first time he came to your place. He came upstairs, so confident he wouldn’t find anyone or that he could deal with anyone because he was tall and strong. The two others waited downstairs, still thinking it was just a bad joke. The bully came into the bedroom, looking around and he heard a faint noise behind him.
“Who’s there?” he asked and you stepped closer to press the knife against his throat
“Never say ‘who’s there?’, don’t you watch scary movies?” you chuckled before slicing him open. He didn’t even have the time to react, that he was already choking on his own blood, falling on his knees in front of you. You waved at him a little goodbye, watching the scene with dark eyes of insanity. You let him painfully die before reaching for his phone and you called one of the remaining boys downstairs. He picked up right away.
“Nate? Why are you calling?”
“Oh it’s not Nate, he isn’t unvailable anymore” you hummed “Maybe you should come join him” you smirked before hanging up. 
Of course, they all instantly panicked and tried to open the front door that was locked. You realised how easy it was to kill when people were scared. They called 911, but you knew they were known for their stupid jokes, and the police might recognise their number and not believe them. And even if they did, you didn’t need a lot of time to slaughter them all. You lured one of your victims in the kitchen to stab him over and over again in the stomach and chest before jumping on the last one. You took your sweet time to make him bleed and hurt him so deliciously.
Once you were done, covered in their blood, you couldn’t express how good, powerful and free you felt. You were like a goddess of chaos and darkness. It was the best experience of your life and you wanted more. Ghostface was part of who you were now and forever.
“Who the fuck are you?” a voice asked you and you got startled. You turned around and you were facing two very confused Ghostfaces, even though you couldn’t see their faces behind the mask. You looked at each other for a while before you removed the mask and showed your face to Billy and Stu.
“Sorry, I said I was going to clean up your outfit, but I put more blood on it” you softly apologised but the glimmer in the eyes was clearly the hottest thing the two boys ever saw in their existence. You were perfect to them, and there was no way they would ever let you go after that. Your trio was settled.
“You’ve beaten us to our game” Stu pouted but he was turned on and you knew it, you could feel it in the way they were looking at you.
“Maybe we should go back to my place before we get caught” you said and they nodded, the two of them quickly grabbing you because they had the crazy urge to touch you. If they could, they would have made love to you right there.
You were quick to arrive at your house, as it was quite close by and there was no one in the streets at this late hour of the night, especially because everyone was so scared to meet Ghostface and got killed.
“We wondered where you were when we stopped by and didn’t find you” Billy said and you smiled as you closed the door behind the three of you.
“You shouldn’t have come, Billy, you could have hurt your shoulder even more” you replied and the boys stared at you, taken aback.
“What did you call me?” Billy asked and you arched an eyebrow at him.
“Oh come on, I saw earlier how you flinched when that girl touched your shoulder and why Ghostface would suddenly decide to pay a visit to my bullies when I never talked about them to you guys.” you teased “Plus, Stu isn’t the most subtle guy on this planet” you chuckled as you turned your attention toward him. He shrugged and removed his mask, revealing his face.
“Fair enough” he smiled and Billy sighted before doing the same.
“Guess it’ll be easier to take a shower with you now” he smirked and you seductively removed your Ghostface’s costume under their very attentive gaze.
You knew you weren’t going to sleep a lot that night, not that either of you minded.
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carnivalteller · 1 year
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𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘
billy loomis/reader/stu macher
summary: you’re exploring new relationships after a rough breakup with one of the more ‘popular’ boys.
tags: arguments, jealousy, crying, emotional hurt/comfort, eventually making up, protective billy and stu, small fights, toxic ex boyfriends, brooke and emma are good friends
recap: Billy digests his best friend’s words. Sidney, or the two people that provide him with shelter when his asswipe dad and deadbeat mom throw him out, the people who hold him and laugh with him… the people he’s grown to care for. “Whatever man.” Billy grumbles, getting up. “Don’t go, dude…” Stu sighs, yet Billy leaves, shutting your door behind him. He wouldn’t go far, Stu knew that. He’d probably go for a walk and clear his head then come back. Melting into your hold, Stu decides on taking a quick nap, tired after the confrontation. He can only hope that things smooth over.
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Billy didn’t come back that night. Stu explained to you briefly why and what had transpired. You were upset, as you had the right to be, yet Stu was nice about it. The two of you decided on going to the local coffee shop, and Stu gets to know your friend Emma a little more. She’s sweet and gives you both your coffees on a ‘friend-discount’. The two of you chat briefly before leaving before you held up a line, and Stu notices you seem a little happier. He has no shame holding your hand in public. The two of you weren’t entirely official, yet you both kind of enjoyed the PDA. Billy never indulged it, always rather standoffish in public. You never pressure him, giving him a kind smile and only sometimes gently touching his arm or back in public when he’s busy doing something.
You and Stu walk into the local DVD store- which doubled as a comic store too, deciding on picking some new horror movies for the typical movie night you all held every Friday. You’ve stepped away, letting the ‘horror movie connoisseur’ (as Stu called himself) do his work. You’re browsing new issues of comics, none of them really catching your eye as you wait for Stu to come over. “Y/n?” A familiar voice makes your blood run cold, and you tense. You don’t turn, pretending not to have heard him. “Y/n, is that you?” A hand grasps your shoulder, forcing you to face him. Chandler. Your asshole ex boyfriend who left you high and dry on prom night whilst he banged Jennie Hawkins in the locker room. You were so lucky Stu and Billy were there for you. “What do you want, Chandler?” You ask, pulling away. “Look, babe- I’m so sorry-“
“Oh my God, don’t even right now. Get away from me!” You interrupt, pushing him slightly. Chandler doesn’t move, and keeps going. “Would you just listen? It was a one time thing!” He complains, grabbing both your arms in a tight grip. “Really? Because Brooke said otherwise. Did you really forget she was friends with Jennie for a while.” You deadpan, pushing against his chest; only for Chandler to tighten his grasp. It was beginning to hurt, so much you thought he might leave bruises. “That bitch doesn’t know anything! Come on, babe- don’t you trust me?”
“Get the fuck off her man!” Another voice snaps, pulling Chandler from you, yet almost pulling you with him. Shocked, your ex lets go, stumbling into a rack of comics and tumbling everything into clutter on the floor. “What the fuck dude?!” Chandler straightens up, puffing out his chest. “What the fuck is right, you didn’t hear her? She doesn’t want anything to do with you.” Billy snaps, ready to swing. “Oh- I know you. Billy Loomis, right? Town heartthrob.” Chandler chuckles, jutting his finger into Billy’s chest. The other narrows his eyes, readying to fight, even if everyone was looking. “You definitely stole her from me.” Chandler snarks, and Billy huffs out a sour laugh. “Nah, man. Not me, but thanks for the opportunity.” Billy gives a smile, it’s teasing and mocking. Chandler grows red in the face. “Oh yeah? If you didn’t steal her from me-“
“Hey, man. She’s not an object. Quit talking about her like that!” Stu frowns, approaching behind Chandler. All focus shifts to him. “She’s my girlfriend!” Chandler snaps, and Billy huffs out a laugh. “Not anymore she’s not.” He crosses his arms. “Didn’t we make that clear on prom night?” He reminds, and Chandler lets out a sour laugh. “You’re fucking both of them aren’t you, whore?” You sink back a little, back hitting the shelf. You want the world to swallow you whole and never spit you out again. “I knew it. I fucking knew it! Whatever. You’re fucking ugly and bad at giving head anyway. Enjoy my sloppy seconds freaks.” Chandler goes to storm off, but Billy snatches his shoulder, fist connecting with your ex’s mouth with a satisfying crack. Chandler stumbles to the floor, cradling his jaw in pain as he whines. A few choked noises escape his mouth as he attempts to talk, blood spilling past his lips. Billy leans down to his level, face close to his. “Enjoy broken teeth, asshole.” He snarls, grabbing your hand tightly as he extracts you from the crowd that had gathered. Stu decides on spitting at Chandler and flipping him off before trailing after the two of you.
“What the fuck-“ you begin, yet Billy raises his hands. “Look- Stu probably told you everything but I wanna say I’m sorry.” He tells you, and you scoff out a laugh. “Okay, sure. You’re ‘sorry’, but that doesn’t excuse assaulting my ex!” You complain, and Billy laughs. “He’s a fucking prick! You know that better than anyone!” He argues, gesturing with his hand. You notice some blood seeping from his knuckles and sigh. “He is, but you can get into serious trouble if he presses charges!” You cross your arms, noticing Stu lingering by. “Look, whatever, thank you for helping me… but I have a quick question.” You state, not letting him respond. “If you didn’t come back to mine last night, where were you?” You ask, relishing the silence. You already knew the answer. “So I went to Sidney’s so what?” Billy replies, and you let out a short laugh. “You slept with her, didn’t you?” You challenge, narrowing your eyes. Billy falls silent, not openly wanting to admit the truth. You roll your eyes, pulling his collar away from his neck. “You fucking slept with her. Are you kidding?! I couldn’t give a rats ass if you wanted to truly be with her but don’t give me false hope in the meantime!” You snap, eyes watering a little as you storm off. Stu gives Billy a sad look before jogging after you. “Baby, wait up.” He calls, falling into step beside you. “Come on, let’s go back to the café. You’re upset.” He mumbles, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and gently rubbing your arm.
You end up in the far end café booth, crying softly as Emma and Brooke sit across from you and Stu. “He sounds like a cunt.” Brooke deadpans, pushing her cuticles back with a wooden stirrer. “Brooke!” Emma gasps, nudging her. “What? He does.” The blonde responds, glancing at Stu who sighs a little. “He can be, but still- he’s a good person.” He defends, unsure if he even can. “Is he? Do good people cheat?” Brooke asks sarcastically, watching Emma get up. “I’m gonna get everyone a refill.” She sighs, picking up the mugs. “Oh, Ems! Get me a strawberry and cream frappe please.” Brooke smiles innocently, “and an extra hot chocolate for y/n.” She adds on, grasping your hands and laying them before her on the table before grabbing some nail polish from her purse. “It’s self care time, baby, don’t worry.” Brooke smiles, gently patting your hands. You smile a little, sniffling. “Thanks, Brooke.”
“No problem.” The popular girl chirps, carefully pressing back your cuticles and deciding on filing your nails before applying the first coat. “Don’t get that everywhere or my boss will kill me!” Emma scolds, setting the drinks down. “Yeah, yeah. We won’t.” Brooke waves her off, blowing on your wet nails. You nudge Stu’s outer thigh with your knee, meeting his gaze with your watery one. You smile, it’s weak and small. “Thanks for coming after me, Stu. You didn’t have to.” You tell him, and he smiles brightly. “Of course I would. I couldn’t just let you wander around and get lost or hurt or harassed, or something.” Stu shrugs, leg linking with yours under the table. You carefully pick up your mug, sipping your coffee. “Uh, oh… trouble at 12 o’clock.” Brooke mumbles, sipping her frappe as she looks over your shoulder. You turn, and sure enough Billy is there. “Aw he brought flowers… maybe he is sorry.” Emma mumbles as Stu untangles his leg from yours, getting up to confront his best friend. You turn away from Billy’s kicked-puppy look, paying attention to Brooke as she begins telling a story.
“What’re you doing here man?” Stu asks, voice tired. “I uh… I ran all over town looking for you guys. I wanted to say I’m sorry, to both of you.” He mumbles, averting his saddened gaze. “I was just… mad… I had no where else to go, so I went to Sid’s.” He sighs, and Stu chuckles a little. “You did have somewhere to go. You could of come back.” He challenges, and Billy flinches. “Yeah… you’re right.” He admits, plastic wrap around the flowers crinkling in his nervous grasp. “It’s alright, man… but I’m not the one you should apologise to.” Stu looks at you, watching you giggle with Emma and Brooke. “You’re lucky she’s not in meltdown mode, her friends are great.” He adds on, and Billy nods. Mulling up his courage, he approaches the table. Brooke gives him an unsure look as he stands next to the table. You dip your head a little, mood seemingly deflating a little. “I uh… I’m sorry, y/n.” He mutters, and Brooke plainly laughs at him. “That’s it? You cheated and that’s what you have to say?” She snarks, and Emma sighs. “Brooke…” she silently scolds, and she simply giggles. “Its okay, Billy.” You sigh, and he feels like the world just forgave him unanimously. “No, it isn’t.” Brooke snaps. Well, almost the whole world.
“No Brooke it’s fine. We’re not even official and I’m just a clingy mess. I’m sorry, Billy. You can see Sidney if you want to.” You sigh as Stu leans over the back of the booth, head resting atop your head. “No, don’t be sorry, you’re right. It’s stupid of me to even consider seeing Sidney… if I want to be involved with you, I’ve got to let her go.” Billy sits beside you, meeting your gaze. You give him a small smile as he hugs you tight, ignoring Emma’s soft ‘awe’. “Hey, what about me?” Stu jokes, hugging you both over the booth. “Um hello? What about my nails.” Brooke interrupts, and you pull away. “Sorry, Brooke.” You mumble, smiling at her as you give her your hands.
The day ends rather nicely, and you head home. Your mother’s car is in the driveway, and you smile. Walking inside, you let Stu close the door behind you all. “Mom..!” You call, and she peers around the border of the kitchen door. “Hey, honey! Have you brought friends?” She asks, dipping back into the kitchen. The smell of food fills your senses and so you walk into the kitchen. “Yeah. It’s Billy and Stu, remember? From prom night?” You ask, and your mother thinks for a brief moment. “Oh, of course. It’s hard to forget them.” She smiles, checking the oven. “What’re you making?” You ask, noticing how tired her eyes looked. “Your favourite, lasagna.” She smiles, and you perk up a little. “Thanks, mom.” You smile back, and she nods. “I try. This one isn’t homemade this time.” She jokes and you fondly remember the two of you crying with laughter over the mess of a lasagna. “There’s enough for your friends.” She states, glancing at the two as they awkwardly hover by the door. “Hi, mrs l/n. Been staying out of trouble.” Stu smiles, and she chuckles. “As long as you’ve been getting into plenty.” She replies teasingly, watching his smug smile rise. Her attention shifts to Billy, watching him shuffle anxiously. “Are you alright, hun?” She asks softly, and he immediately nods. “Yes, ma’am.” He responds, almost automatically. “Oh, dear. I’m way too young to be a ‘ma’am’. Sharon will do.” She smiles, and you chuckle as Billy nods.
“Stay out of trouble, and try not to make too much noise tonight! I’ve got to get up early!” Your mother calls up the stairs after dinner. “Yes, mom!” You reply, walking into your room with a large stretch. “Home sweet home.” Stu jokes, flopping onto your bed. “Throw me the movie, I’ll put it on.” Billy states as Stu rifles through his bag, throwing some new low-budget horror film his way. “This looks awful.” Billy deadpans as he examines the front cover. “Read the back, man. It seems interesting.” Stu replies as you join him on the bed. “Whatever you say.” Billy mutters, skimming over the blurb before putting it into your dvd player and turning on your tv. He joins the two of you, your body squished between them. “You staying tonight?” You ask softly, and Billy hums. “Yeah. I’m staying.” He responds, catching a glimpse of a small smile on Stu’s lips. “Great.” You mumble, wrapping your arms around his torso as you huddle into him. Billy hums, arm wrapping around your middle. Stu’s arms encase you both, as per usual, and as per usual you fall asleep about half an hour into the movie. Billy stays close to you, arms wrapped tightly around you. He feels happier with you than he has the past week talking with Sidney and he’s not planning on leaving you again.
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suicidalslasher · 2 years
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𝑪𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝑭𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌 - 𝑺𝒕𝒖 𝑴 & 𝑩𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝑳.
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Warnings: female reader, pronouns used are she&her. Degradation, oral, (f on m) dirty talk & face slapping, cheating,,, uhhhh, I think that's it....?? Not much of a smut, more a blurb than anything else. 🤷‍♀️
Again, I might add more but as y'all know already, I'm horrid when it comes to full, length fics and writing a properly well written ending so….. lmao. We'll see.
All the stories I write are mainly just PWP. 🤷‍♀️ Enjoy, though! ;)
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"You don't deserve to feel this good, you know that? You are nothing to me expect a hole to spill my cum into." The man's words cut her deeper than the knife he had pierced into her earlier within the night. Her eyes stung with tears and she gasped, choking back a sob. 
One of which she isn't too sure whether or not it was because the words that had slipped past his lips or due to how good she was feeling with his cock being buried inside of her, all the way into her guts, the way he had promised he'd do if she didn't behave.   
"Say it," he spat as  he then lunged forward, grabbing a fistful of her hair, causing her mouth to  suddenly  fall more open into a wider 'o' shape, a squeak loudly escaping the back of her throat. 
"Tell me you don't deserve me. You don't deserve this  cock. You are nothing. Nothing but a  needy, little bitch, fucking her best friend's boyfriend.  You are  fucking worthless, you mean nothing to me expect when I want something to fuck. Isn't that right? How would Sidney feel if she knew her best friend and boyfriend were fucking each other's brains out behind closed doors?" 
(Y/N) grabbed the nearest pillow and placed the small plush object into her mouth as she bit down onto it, holding back the screams she very much wanted to holler out.
"How would Stu feel, (Y/N)? Knowing his girlfriend was backing her ass up on his best friend's cock. You think he'd be upset with you or do you think he'd join in on the fun?" 
Before she could even begin to question what he meant by that, and why she'd be worried about what Stu thought (knowing damn well he had been fucking Tatum on the side), the door flew open and there the man stood with his head tilted aside and his bottom lip jutted out in a pout.
She half expected for Stu to yell, 'what the fuck is going on here?!' instead, however, he shook his head and dropped a bag down by his feet as he strutted in, kicking the door behind him with the heel of his boot. 
"You told me I'd get to go first," he frowned, folding his arms across his chest.   Billy shrugged as he still continued to move his lower half, rocking his hips as he thrusts deeper into the girl beneath him.
Stu scoffed and rolled his eyes, flipping the bird toward Billy before he focused his attention onto the girl he loves dearly.
"Hi, baby," he greeted as he then walked over to where his girlfriend was before he bent forward to press a tender and loving kiss to her forehead. 
"You feeling good? Billy making my baby girl feel okay?" And okay, this had to be the weirdest fucking thing ever but oh my God... she was more turned on than she had been before. Weakly, she nods and throws the pillow she had been biting into aside so she could speak properly.
"Y-Yeah," she stammers, breathing ragged and heavy as she tries to  gather her words together.
"W-What's going on?" She questioned as she licked her lips, hoping that this was reality and not one of those dreams she had been having for the past few months.  
"Isn't this what you've always wanted? For the both of us to fuck you like there's no tomorrow?  Have you seeing stars and rearrange your guts?" Stu asked as he then snickered, hand coming up as he presses the palm of it against  (Y/N)'s cheek, giving her a playful pinch with his index finger and thumb. 
"You're so cute when you are confused, baby. How about you open that mouth for me, though? Lemme see that pretty tongue on the slit of my cock before I fuck that throat of yours."   
Nodding now eagerly, almost way too desperately,  she opens her mouth as wide as she can and watches how Stu, in one swift movement, undoes his belt and the zipper of his jeans before pulling them (and his boxers) down to his ankles.
The tip of his cock had already been wet with precum and as he guides his shaft into her wet, warm and wanting mouth, the taste of salt splashes across her tongue and she groans in pleasure, bliss flooding through her like a waterfall. Billy’s cock was also  practically being flooded with her juices.
She made a mental note to wash the duvet comforter once the night was over and the sun had risen, and well, y'know...  once her guts had been completely rearranged and her pussy had been fully abused by two.
As Billy continued to fuck into her, the noises of her arousal grew louder, echoing against the walls were the sounds of how wet her pussy was and Billy’s genitals clapping against her ass.
  “Always such a tight fucking cunt,” Billy groaned as he had now dropped his hand down, letting her hair be free from his grip as he then dug  his nails into her hips.  
“How’s her mouth feel, Stu? She being a good  cockslut for you?” Stu groaned in approval as he nodded his head. He licks his lips before replying, “Yeah, she’s got such a good, hot fucking mouth on her.” He said as if it were a matter of fact.
(According to Billy and Stu — it was.) 
 “You want to have a turn at her? I did promise, after all..” 
“Well, she is MY girlfriend too, so I would reckon that I could and would be able to fuck her,” Stu replied in a snarky manner. Billy laughed as he slowly pulled out, his cock covered in juices as he did so.
“What a sight — nothing like seeing your come, covering my cock completely. Want a taste of yourself, baby?" He purred.  
(Y/N) nodded as she wrapped her mouth around the crown of his cock,  pushing herself down onto his length as  she hollows in her cheeks, being the good whore that she was.  
Her tongue laps up and down his shaft and she practically glows with happiness when she hears - from both men - how good of a girl she is and how hot she is with a mouthful of cock. 
"Alright, baby, let Stu have at that cunt, yeah?" 
(Y/N) pulls away, saliva dripping down her chin and she looks absolutely fucking out of it -- Billy and Stu love it more than anything else in the world.   
Her hair was a mess, her cheeks were flushed with heat and her eyes were groggy and droopy, exhaustion clearly sneaking up on her. Though, the boys knew better than to stop right now.
They wanted to fucking ruin her. They wanted to have her limping for days, wanted her to feel where their cocks had ruined her insides when she moved.     
 "If you're a good girl and make me cum, maybe Billy will tear that little asshole of yours up, would you like that?" Stu asked as he inserted his cock into her desperate, eager and wanting hole, a longing moan erupting from the back of her throat as she nods rapidly, more saliva dropping from her mouth.
"Fuck, yes. I want the both of you inside of me." She begged. 
"Ah, ah... Have to make me cum first, understand?" Stu said as he then grabbed a handful of his girlfriend's hair, pulling her back as his hips bucked into her, cock going deeper inside her as he began to rock his hips.  
"Oh, fuck," she groaned, eyes fluttering shut at the pleasure that began to pool in the heat of her stomach.       
"She really does know how to take a cock, doesn't she, Stu?" 
"That she does, Billy. Speaking of which, how about she sucks off yours? She is quite beautiful with a cock being slammed down her throat, after all." 
"Don't have to tell me twice. Open that pretty mouth of yours up, bitch. Going to have you gagging around me," Billy waited until her mouth was open and wide before he thrusts his hardening member down her throat, doing exactly as he had said he was going to do.
"That's it, gag on this fat, fucking cock, you whore," He spat as he raised the palm of his hand and slapped her cheek. 
"What I say earlier, huh? You don't deserve to feel this good. Don't deserve to feel this good by two cocks.  Such a pathetic little needy bitch you are, (Y/N)." Billy groaned as he moved his cock in and out of her warm and wet mouth, groaning a string of curse words as he fucked her throat.   
 "Gonna cum down that throat and make you swallow every last drop of it." He said, and all (Y/N) could do was nod. Well, the best she could given the fact her hair was still being held by Stu's fist. 
"Yeah, fuck.... keep talking to her like she's a worthless whore," Stu said from above, voice breaking as he spoke which only meant he was close to an orgasm.  
"Gonna have me coming in no time and then we can ruin both of her holes." Stu said. 
"That's what you'd like, isn't it, (Y/N)? Is she worthy of that though, Stu? Does she deserve a cock in her pussy and in that tight asshole of hers?" 
"I'm not sure...." Stu answered as he bit his bottom lip, eyes closing as he inhales a deep breath, his body growing hot as his cock twitched, begging to  spill out its seed into the girl before him.   
  "Though, I must say I'm curious if she can handle it," He said after a moment.  "I'm sure the bitch can," Billy said, licking his lips.  "And even if she can't, she'll learn how to adjust, won't you?"  
For obvious reasons, (Y/N) said nothing. She just concentrated on making Billy feel good while thrusting backward on Stu's cock, eager to make both of them let loose. 
 " 'm going to come," announced Stu as he finally let go of her hair and placed his hands on her hips, fingernails digging into her skin as he groaned her name over and over, like a broken record. Finally, he spills his seed deep inside of her, making the girl nearly scream out in pure bliss.   
She couldn't, however, because before she knew it, her mouth was being filled up with Billy's cum, nearly drowning her in it.   She chokes slightly, blinking back tears but does exactly as he wanted - she swallows every last drop, even lapping up the tip of his cock with her tongue, getting that very last drop into her mouth. 
 "Fucking hell.... such a good girl," Billy complimented.  Stu nodded  in agreement as he slowly pulled out. He couldn't help but coo at the sight when he sat back against the bed.
He smiled fondly as he leaned forward, only to lift his hand and slap her ass, making her yelp in response.  (Y/N)'s pussy was leaking with cum, dripping  all over the bed comforter. 
"Well, she did what you asked." Stu giggled.    "And I suppose she did make me cum, too...... So, guess that means we're going to ruin those little holes, hm?" Stu stood up just to get on eye level with his girlfriend, placing his hand on her cheek, thumb brushing ever so softly against her skin.
"You ready for round two, baby girl?" 
She was in for a long fucking night...   She smiled, though, and nodded as she muttered; 'yes, please.' 
The boys turned to look at each other, copy-catting the other one's smirk. They then turned to (Y/N), chuckling deeply together.
"She's such a good whore, isn't she?"
"Certified freak, I'd say."
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madwomansapologist · 9 months
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Please make more chapters for you look like you've seen a ghost I'm dying for more. It's too good to just be a one shot 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺
you look like you've seen a ghost | Part 2
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synopsis: You love the ability to see colors, but you love your boyfriends more.
warnings: soulmate!au. slasher themes. fluff. estabilished relationship. just a peace of their future.
note: your wish is my command. I hope you like it!
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You're obsessed with TV. Not with horror movies, or movies in general, or any kind of sitcom. You're obsessed with TV. The device. How can a metal tub display so many images? How something can be aired by a TV channel and make half way through the world until your home? And if you press a buton... it changes. It just changes.
Don't matter how much science evolves, somethings are better when explained by magic. Just like lightning. There was a time when people would tell stories about Zeus to a kid who questioned why it's lightning, and now, because of science, people have to admit that they don't fucking know.
But you don't really care about how a TV works. What you really care, the reason for you to spend so much time in front of it, its the colors. Oh, the colors. Before you started seeing them, you convinced yourself that they weren't that big of a deal. People were exagerating. But they weren't.
Northem lights. Emeralds. The starry sky. Monarchy butterfly. Blur view in front of a traffic light. Pomegranates. Sparks flying. Fireworks. Red lipstick. Vincent van Gogh.
It took you some time to understand that your reality changed, your favorite movie turned into your life, and for a time it was scary as hell. But then you meet them. You saw colors. And maybe, just maybe, that was the universe being generous. Because to let you see all those things, feel all that love, can only be an act of compassion.
"You look like a child", Stu threw himself on the sofa, making you bounce. "What's so excited about Clueless? That's the millionth time you watch it."
"Everything about Clueless is perfect", you yawned. Straightening your posture, you rubbed your eyes. You haven't blinked in a while. "It's so colorful."
You thought Stu would laugh, but he didn't. "I'm rewatching every Nightmare on Elm Street because I love the red tone of Freddy's blouse."
"Seven movies?" Stu agreed. "You don't have time to watch a single episode of Kenan & Kel with me, but have time to rewatch seven movies?"
Stu pulled you closer, almost causing you to drop the popcorn on the floor. It still surprises you how strong he really is. He slipped his fingers inside your shirt, icy fingers ruffling your hips. Stu tried to kiss you, but you stuffed your mouth with popcorn.
"Oh... That's how it is then? Ok." Stu filled his hand with popcorn stuffed it on his mouth. He chewed a bit before saying something that sounded almost like: "This is a game for two."
Before you could react, Stu kissed you. It was the most disgusting thing that have ever happened to you. Drooling popcorn fall out of both of your mouths because it was impossible to not laugh. You coughed, choking on a grain, and all the excess popcorn flew right into his face.
"Can someone remind me why i'm with you two?"
It was Billy who was speaking, but that wasn't his voice. As you turned toward the door, Ghostface was leaning against the frame. Your heart nearly jumped out of your chest at the sight of blood glistening on the black fabric.
"Fate", that probably was what Stu were trying to say. He laughed, and coughed the rest of popcorn on his mouth into the plastic bucket. "Luck. Chance."
"Are you okay?" You were trying to be serious, but the popcorn got in your way. "Someone hurted you?"
Billy threw the voice modulator away, and walked towards you in silence. You had already swallowed the rest of the popcorn when he bent down to your height. Billy braced his hands on the couch, each on either side of your head, and you could picture him smirking inside that fantasy.
"Don't I look fine, my love?" You could smell the blood. Billy carressed your cheek with his gloved hand, his thumb bumped into your lips. You kissed it. "Do you think someone can hurt me?"
"I can!" Stu shouted.
"Shut up, Shaggy." You snapped. Looking back to Billy, you pouted. "You're late."
Billy carressed you bottom lip a last time before moving away from you both. "Clueless? Again?" Billy took the mask off. He was fine. Billy was safe and sound. "You will never get tired of it?"
"It's colorfull", Stu explained, filling more popcorn on his mouth. When he realized why it was wet, he spat and put the bucket on the floor.
"Do you have room for me there?" Billy pointed to the couch.
"Of course we do", Stu took the control without you noticing. "Movie marathon? I vote on Hannibal."
"I hate that I'll have to wait until 2005 to watch Pride & Prejudice", you complained. You noticed Billy taking the fantasy off. "You better take a shower. You won't stain my couch."
"We'll see about that."
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bloodsoakedtooth · 1 year
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Celebrating your Anniversary w/ Slashers
It's wild to think I made this blog a whole year ago. Not only that but I'm almost at 1k followers! I'm incredibly grateful for the support, so here's some celebratory hcs <33
Includes: Poly!Lost Boys (Dwayne, David, Marko, Paul), Jason Dean, Stu Macher, Billy Loomis
Warnings: possessiveness, implied manipulation, canon typical violence for tlb, kissing, mentions of making out, abandonment issues, gn!reader
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Poly!Lost Boys
Unless you make it clear that it's a big deal for you they probably won't plan much
They're a little more touchy but they aren't gonna be planning a picnic
Then again if you've been dating them for a year that's probably not what you want anyways
But if you haven't already turned it's a little different...
They're more aware of how long it's been, painfully so in David's case
What better day to become one than your anniversary?
Don't you want to prove your commitment? Finally be free from the inevitable death caused by aging? The faster you turn the better, really
David specifically will push you to turn
While David relies on a healthy dose of guilt tripping the other boys are buttering you up :))
It's been a year, love. He's been so patient
Dwayne will give you jewelery- a beaded bracelet of your favorite colors and even some small trinkets attached. Seaglass, tiny shells, feathers little things he's found that remind him of you
Paul makes a mixtape! Is it cheesy? A little, yea, but it's fitting. There's plenty of power ballads, of course
He doodled little hearts on it cause he's just cute like that <333
Marko, my love, is making you a jacket OR repairing something you can't wear anymore but still like
If you somehow haven't gotten a jacket by now you're getting one now
As the night goes on and everyone winds down, the boys all get a little extra sappy
It's still hard to believe they managed to keep such a babe in their lives for a while year
Especially for Paul, who hasn't had many long term relationships other than with the the current one
There are 2 ways you can end the night
Curled up with your boys, the mixtape Paul gave you earlier playing quietly
Marko laying on your stomach and yourself laying on Dwayne's chest and David and Paul on each side
Or..
You and the boys, covered in blood and grinning ear to ear, jumping around and yelling excitedly
Jason Dean
This is a big deal for him
He's never had a relationship that lasted so long
Unusually he has to move or the other person decides they don't love how controlling he can be
But you're different!! Even after everything you're still here
I've said it before, but jd isn't one for fancy or well planned dates
You'll wake up to a kiss on the cheek and a soft "happy anniversary, my love"
He's a big cuddler in general, but today especially he just wants to lay in bed with you and maybe makeout a little
He doesn't about getting a gift, but if it's something you do care about he'll toss you a little jewelery box about halfway through the day
Being the possessive little shit he is, it's a necklace with a J charm <33
If you put it on he's gonna be fidgeting with it all night
It's a constant reminder that you're not leaving, you're committed to him and him to you
Jd just feels so lucky to have you in life, hopefully he can keep you in it
Stu Macher
Stu notoriously //loves// anniversaries and celebrations in general
He's always coming up with some excuse to party and spoil you
So, reasonably, you probably have pretty high expectations
And as long as nothing gets in the way (aka nothing more exciting comes up) those expectations are met
Starts the day off right by smothering you in kisses and giving you flowers <33
Roses, of course
Because he's just so romantic ~~and he couldn't remember your favorite flower~~
He'll never tell you this but billy is the one who reminded him about your anniversary-
You don't need to know that :)) all you need to worry about is enjoy the day
He also makes one of those cheesy coupon books and gives it to you <333
~~90% if it is sexual. This is Stu, what else do you expect?~~
He's overly affectionate
It's not like he hasn't dated before, but it usually doesn't last this long
He's gotten close, but a whole year of someone putting up with him? That's special!!
Billy Loomis
Long term relationships aren't new
He was dating Sydney for at least 2 years, probably more
He's a lot more low-key about it than Stu
Billy is one of the few slashers I can see taking you to dinner or on a real date
Dinner and a movie babbeeeey
He'll even let you pick the movie
Isn't he just so sweet? <33
Probably some gentle, sappy making out
He's really a romantic at heart
To him, this is a sign that you're really meant for him
Even after every fight you're still here. He didn't think it would last this long
Everyone else leaves him, but not you. You're here to stay, and you should make sure to tell him
You've stuck with him for a year, and you'll stay for many more. Even if he has to make you stay
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