/ — i went ahead and made this a headcannon , but if u want it as a fic , i can totally rewrite it lol
— @bratscore ( tysm for requesting ! <3 )
honestly , they don’t even know why you agreed to go on a date with them . yeah , they admit that they’re decently attractive and pretty popular too , but you ? what the hell did you see in them?
stu is all over you while billy is more reserved . both of them asked you out to the movies , and were totally thrilled when you said ‘ yes ’ .
you’re all watching a horror movie , of course . billy wanted to , and how could you say ‘ no ’ to him ? the retro theater was going to play poltergeist , and billy was not going to give up the opportunity to see it with you and stu .
do they offer to buy you popcorn ? yep . do they offer to get you soda and candy ? you know it . they really want you to like them , but they want to be subtle ( stu wasn’t so subtle , but he was sweet anyways ) .
if you flinch or get scared at any point , either billy or stu will make a cocky remark in some way .
“if you want, you can get closer to me.”
billy is super into it . if you try and make a move on him , it would have be a pretty big move to cause him to look away . you end up playfully pouting .
stu likes horror movies , just not as much as billy , so if you throw yourself at him in the theater he will die a happy man . he is totally willing to wrap an arm around you contently .
they take steal some of your snacks occasionally .
the theater has a tiny arcade too ! after the movie , you all head over to the arcade . billy honestly pouts a bit since he claims ‘ the movies are better than any arcade’ . stu tells him to stfu tho since he’s planning on winning you candy and stuffed animals .
after seeing how happy you are when stu won you prizes , billy feels low key jealous and is compelled to win you prizes too .
stu definitely teases him , and that his blushing is definitely his sign of jealousy .
you win stu a little stuffed animal and tease him . though stu’s comment meant that billy took the prize you won for him .
“c’mon man, that was mine!”
“you can get it back when you’re done being an idiot, so you’re never going to get it back in reality.”
yeah , they’re tossing tiny bitchy arguments into your first date . they honestly tried not to do so
after the arcade , they don’t want to drop you off at your house so soon , so they volunteer to get food at a cute cafe they thought you would like .
they of course pay for you , being a sweet yet broke bastards that they are . they keep stealing your food though . that will honestly never change in your relationship .
when you head back to your house with the two of them , they look pretty sad to see you go . they honestly can’t wait for monday to come so they can see you again . calling you just isn’t the same for them .
you quickly peck them both on the cheek before heading inside . when you peaked out the window , billy was wearing a grin as stu had this dopey smile on his face .
it’s safe to say a second date was in the works after that .
You had a light blue notebook, the plan was to write everything you could remember down- dates, time, how he had looked when he came home; anything that would be useful.
It lasted roughly two days before Michael got a hold of it, curious as to what the hell you’d been writing about for hours in that damned thing- of course, he wasn’t shocked when he read through the pages of his murder, you had been more jumpy and secretive lately.
He doesn’t bring it up, instead he places the notebook a tad different each time he reads through it. His way of letting you know he knows.
“Michael,” you yelled from your standing position, looking for your keys in your beige purse. “I’ll be back in a bit, gotta drop something off to a friend!” the notebook was held tightly between your arm and side, today was the day you showed it to the police. “Lov-“
Within seconds, you become his newest victim, red pouring from the wound in your back as you hit the wooden floor.
Hannibal
You were working with the police- tasked to get as close with Hannibal as possible. He was a suspect, you agreed.
It started off easy enough, you became one of his patients and you went from there. It wasn’t until he invited you to one of his dinner parties that things picked up.
Soon enough, you were dating. You had been friendly for around 10 months before the first date. Hannibal was a careful man, you noted.
He was hosting a dinner party and you had agreed to help him prepare, until you saw him pull out the human thigh, a knowing smile darkening his features. “I know you know, I’m surprised you’ve let it get this far.”
You tried to run, to call your supervisor and tell him not to come- that Hannibal was in fact the criminal and you we-
Hannibal wasted no time in killing you, a tad disappointed his little lamb was so unloyal- but, you’d make for a fine main course, he decided, getting to work on cutting your flesh.
Billy Loomis
He takes the longest to catch on, Billy doesn’t have the slightest clue until that little black notebook slips out of your purse one day, contents inside confusing him- it couldn’t have been you to write all this,
Billy takes the most humane approach, still hopeful it wasn’t you, and mentions the notebook to you at night.
“I found a notebook with all my murders logged, it was pretty detailed,” he muttered, head turning to face you. “I think someones after us, must’ve planted it in your bag, huh?”
The look on your face, the pure dread at the mention of the notebook confirmed the worst. “(y/n)..” Billy trailed off, eyes widening as he watched you scoot away from him. “You wouldn’t do that to us- to me, would ya?”
You did, but you violently shook your head, denying the claims. “No- no, I have no clue how that got there, Billy I-” you were silenced by a knife to the stomach, looking up to see Billy’s tear filled ones.
“You were the last person I ever wanted to do this to, Doll. Forgive me.”
thick thighs , skinny thighs , fatty thighs , toned thighs . fuck , these boys love your thighs . the feel of them in their hands . they way you squeeze their head between them . having them pressed against their hips as they take you . even outside the bedroom they can’t get enough . hand shyly placed on the top of your thigh , a gentle squeeze , a calming stroke of a thumb back and forth . wear some booty shorts or yoga pants or a short dress and watch these men tremble and growl and get handsy . how can they resist ?
ass : billy loomis & jesse cromeans
big fat ass ? bouncy ? soft ? toned ass ? small ass ? ass is ass . and they are filthily shameless in their appreciation . expected to be slapped as they walk buy . to have your ass cupped when they hug you . they love to see it jiggle and bounce . feeling that sweet ass of your against their hips as your faced down and getting fucked like a bitch in heat ? perfect . turning you over their knee and spanking you till that ass is red and you’re in tears ? delicious . short shorts ? short dresses ? even in public you’ll feel their hand sneak up and grab a handful , massaging that plump rump with a smug grin .
hips : michael myers
it’s his favorite place to mark . to dig his teeth into and drag . to suck dark marks into . they way your hipbones stick out or stay hidden doesn’t matter . the width isn’t an issue . what’s an issue is how utterly fucking good they look bruised with his fingertips . how his hands engulf them . how he can use that place as a handle to jerk and tug you as he fucks into you viciously . low waisted pants ? crop top ? just enough skin to show those bruises he left ? an intimate claim normally only meant for his eyes ? but you’re showing them off like some trophy ? you’ll find yourself pressed against a wall , hands on your hips , rubbing the bruises and making them ache . and you’ll like it .
tiddies : brahms heelshire & bubba sawyer & stu macher
big tits , small tits , male presenting tits , female presenting tit , non-binary tits , no tits ? tits . mother fucking tiddies ! these two go ham . they want to hold them in their hands , to squeeze and pinch and pull and tug and nip and bite and suck . they’ll be drooling over them . they’re face always finds it’s way to your tiddies , nuzzling and sighing and moaning . and fuck if you let them play with them . rubbing their leaking cocks over your chest , over your nipples and making a little mess . pressing you tiddies together so they can fuck between them , coating them in their cum and making them look milky ? fuck , they’re in heaven .
what does your slasher want most ?
thighs : bubba saywer
this boy’s thighs are fucking sensitive . run your hands over those chubby , thick hamhocks and watch him wiggle and squirm , precum leaking from his tip . use your mouth . suckle , kiss , bite , nip , drag your tongue so close to the where thigh meets crotch only to skip over his erection and so the same to the other side . he’ll cum from just the teasing alone .
ass : jesse cromeans & stu macher & jason vorhees
they want to be topped . dick them down , peg them . slap their asses , give them squeezes as they walk by . eat them the fuck out and finger them and just sit back and watch how they submit and come undone . they might be too proud or too shy to ask for it , but know that when they bend over and you smack them that they are filled with need . don’t be shy , don’t be scared , love them fat asses and love them boys .
hips : billy loomis & brahms heelshire
sensitive as fuck hips . the way their hips bones just out , so easily to trace over - did they just jolt up and lean their heads back as they tried to get more ? yes they fucking did . scratch over their higs , suckle right under their hip bones , trace over it with your tongue , dig your fingers into them and bite and mark them up . they’re sluts for it .
tiddies : michael myers & thomas hewitt
fucking suck them fat tiddies . cup those beautiful tits in your hands , give them a squeeze , tease the pads of your thumbs over their nipples . flick them to get them hard . suck on them , for the love of god bite them . see how they stutter , eyes rolling back and body tense from trying to hide how much they enjoy this ? kitten licks and kisses followed by needy suckling . you’ll get them desperate and wanting .
it was probably stu you had met first, he’s literally a golden retriever personified of course he would investigate the new cutie in his class
he was nice enough and kind of teasing but in a fun, harmless way
you had thought it ended there but the second your first conversation ended, stu ran to find billy and tell him about his latest find
billy, trusting and loving his boyfriend completely, thought it wouldn’t necessarily be a bad idea to think about a potential third partner
at first he wasn’t completely convinced, though when he finally got a taste for your personality and who you are he was just as love striken as stu (though billy would actually rather die than openly admit it)
the moment you officially become part of their little group, billy and stu are affectionate to the max
in public, billy gives out smaller shows of his affection
keeping a hand on your lower back, an occasional suprise kiss on the cheek, just little stuff
stu on the other hand
he would happily full on makeout in a very public area (not that billy would actually let him)
so instead he settles for holding your hand (and swinging them back and forth between you) and peppering as many kisses on yours and Billy’s faces as often as he possibly can manage
in private though, you are rarely left untouched
most of your mornings are spent with sleepy kisses and gentle caresses shared between the three of you
whether or not you’re actually involved in the ghostface shenanigans the boys like to include you in one way or another
usually this involves keeping you cuddled up between them while they make plans for the next outing
actually its more like billy making the plans, stu is far more concerned with covering your neck and shoulders in kisses and bites
billy pretends to be annoyed at stu’s lack of focus but its really just so he can get his own smooch from the blonde
their lovey little shenanigans don’t stop shen they get home from.an outing, in fact they probably double
the boys are both coming down from a huge adrenaline high and really stu does bot care that he is absolutely covered in blood, he just really wants a hug (and maybe a kiss or two)
billy is a little more quiet than stu when he gets home
hes thinking about the scene and where the could have done better or if they accidentally left somethingbehind
leaving him like this for a little while is ok, he gets a bit upset when he can’t process properly, but after a little while just running your hands over his shoulders is enough to bring him back into you and stus embrace
movie nights become a daily occurrence, usually filled with popcorn and horror movies ranging from pretty good to plain god awful
when its a good one there is no funny buisness going on, your boys are fully engaged and listening for once
but when they happen to choose a really bad one, it pretty much just becomes background noise for the mindless chatter going on between you three
taking about your days, what you need to stock up on in the house, just simple domestic things
granted neither boy is a very big fan of actually doing housework
stu insists you could just get a maid, billy argues that is ridiculous and also expensive despite not really wanting to do the work either
and you sure as hell will not handle everything on your own, especially given how much blood and dirt they track into the house on a daily basis
at some point you began doing the different tasks together instead of assigning one person for each
hey, teamwork makes the dream work
and folding clothes is a lot better when you can watch your loving boyfriends nearly get in a fight over how to fold a fitted sheet properly
No especifico ningún usuario/asesino de Ghostface, ¡así que puede ser quien gusten!<3. Esto es muy autocomplaciente basado en algo que me pasó, ah.
Advertencias; Lector con pronombres ellx. Lector de género no especificado. Amenazas de violencia. Mención de asesinos y más. Nada gráfico. Amenazas.
No eras ajenx a la realidad en la que vivías, a veces lo serias a tu entorno, pero sabías lo que en este acechaba. Asesinos, secuestradores, violadores, abusivos y toda clase de personas malvadas, ningún monstruo, solo personas.
Pero aun así, aun así fuiste descuidx, tu casa no contaba con la seguridad necesaria para que la gente no pudiera entrar a tu patio, mantenias puertas y ventanas abiertas a todas horas, no pensabas que estuvieras en riesgo, al final de todo, sabías cómo responder, ¿verdad?
Hasta que no sabías que hacer. Había sido una noche como otra, estabas colgando tu ropa recién lavada para que en la mañana estuviera seca y jugarías con tus mascotas. Luego, una luz blanca te alumbró de forma sucesiva y así de rápido cómo llegó, se fue.
Nuevamente fuiste descuidx, te asomaste por tu pequeña barda buscando al culpable y al no ver a nadie en la oscuridad que rodeaba la loma tras tu casa, seguiste jugando hasta que los ruidos de alguien llamándote te alertaron. Eso junto a los ladridos de tus compañeros no ayudaron en el creciente nerviosismo en tu estómago.
Tomando una decisión sensata por primera vez, decidiste adentrarte en tu casa y cerrar cada posible entrada a desconocidos. Solo que, tal vez ya había entrado.
Con las luces apagadas y tratando de subir las escaleras a tu habitación, tu andar fue irrumpido por un agresivo empuje al suelo y antes de poder defenderte, fuiste tomadx del cuello y puesto de espaldas contra los escalones.
Sobre ti se cernía una gran figura, con la cercanía de dicha persona y la luz de tu habitación iluminando un poco las escaleras, podías vislumbrar la tan famosa máscara que atemorizaba a tu pequeña ciudad, Ghostface. La persona tras el disfraz movía la cabeza de un lado a otro cada poco tiempo, como si estuviera analizandote y cuestionandote, podría parecer adorable, si todo él no irradiará burla e intimidación.
— Cariño, no deberías ser tan tonto.
El modulador de voz no debería sonar tan caliente, pero lo era y más cuando el cuchillo en su otra mano pasaba por todo tu cuerpo, sin cortar, como un recordatorio de quién era.
— ¿Q-Qué?
No era una pregunta inteligente, pero tu cabeza comenzaba a dar vueltas por la sacudida anterior.
— Eres mi juguete favorito, por lo tonto que eres. Dejándote como un plato para que cualquiera te agreda.
— Yo no… ¡No es así!
— Sh, sh, sh, callate, dulzura.– El agarre en tu cuello se apretó y el arma presionó contra tu muslo derecho, presionó lo suficiente para sentir algo caliente resbalar de el, te había cortado. — Eres solo míx para matar, así que empieza a cuidarte, si no quieres que sea más malo de lo que seré.
Antes de poder decir algo más, él había desaparecido y la puerta de entrada fue cerrada con fuerza. Y tratas de engañarte, como siempre, si lo ignoras no pasó y no pasará, sólo fue algo de tu imaginación.
Nota de Autor, ignorar si desean: Antiayer en la noche estaba tendiendo ropa, mi papá en casa y solo mis perros, así que puede o no, que vi algo iluminarme mientras tendía y solo se me ocurrió asomarme en vez de hablarle a mi papá, lmao, también pude haber escuchado cosas, mmm. Soy muy descuidadx con mi seguridad y a veces tengo pequeñas alucinaciones, así qué, de ahí nació esto.
(I don’t know for sure if you were the same anon that said “Where’s my scream request, dumb bitch” or something along those lines…I’m just gonna hope you weren’t. Cuz I know that you’re probably a nice person who wouldn’t hurt feelings and I’m pretty sure I recognize your request from the list of ones I lost last month….soooo yeah)
“REALLY STU??!!” You screamed from the other side of the door. “This is the LAST TIME I PUT YOU IN CHARGE OF MY COSTUME!”
“Aw come on Y/N! You look so cute though!”
“BABIES ARE CUTE, ANIMALS ARE CUTE, THIS? THIS IS A FUCKING TRAINWRECK.” you yelled.
You were currently locked in the bedroom of your best guy friend’s parent’s mansion, cursing him for putting you in such a horrible monstrosity. “I SAID I LIKED THE MOVIE, NOT THAT I WANTED TO LOOK LIKE THE BITCH FROM IT!”
“THAT ANGEL COSTUME WAS EXPENSIVE!”
“IT’S A WHITE DRESS WITH A STUPID HEADBAND ON IT!”
“GET THE FUCK OUT HERE.”
You yelled loudly with an annoyed growl as you threw the door open. Stu stood there with a smug grin on his face.
“Good morrow,princess!”
“STU I WILL KILL YOU!”
“Y/N, Come on! You look great!”
You dawned an angel costume. The one Juliet wore during that party in Romeo and Juliet…the one with Leonardo DiCaprio. You told Stu he could choose your costume as long as it didn’t look like anything he would fantasize about at night.
You didn’t think this would be what ran through his head.
You crossed your arms over your chest, glaring potholes into the floor as Stu laughed at you. “Well if you’re done bitching and whining, I have a party to host.” he slipped on his pimp robe and strode out. “You’d better be downstairs in the next 5 minutes.”
You sighed as you sat down on the bed. You didn’t know what to do. You felt like a moron. You looked up at the mirror, glaring at those stupid angel wings on your back.
“Let’s get this over with.” you seethed, standing to your feet. You peeked your head around the corner of the door. You felt very vulnerable all of a sudden and you didn’t like it one bit.
You creeped down the corridors. You stood right by the corner before the grand staircase.
Everyone looked so good but it had you thinking…who the fuck held a costume part in January…probably someone who was too lazy and dumb to actually hold it in October…Y’know when it was supposed to be held? (…..Fuck off) You couldn’t help but peek around the corner, everyone was dancing and drinking. Of course Stu and his loud ass pimp robe was the focal point of the party.
Before you could walk out, Randy practically appeared out of nowhere…dressed like a royal fool.
No seriously, he was dressed like a fool. The hat with the bells, curvy shoes and striped tights.
“Why hello there Princess!”
“Hi Randy, Umm I’m trying to hide so could you- Maybe keep it down?” you smiled shyly. “I’m hiding.”
“Buy my fairy lady! Aren’t thou lookith for a date tonight?” He smiled creepily, stepping towards you.
“Ummmm Randy. You are leeeeettlle bit too close.” you tried to laugh it off, but it was no doubt you were getting looks.
You backed away so much that you hadn’t realized you were standing at the top of the staircase, where everyone could see you…and Randy.
You were praying that something, ANYTHING, could save you.
You were suddenly blinded by a huge spotlight. Which made whoever hadn’t been looking already gaze up at you. You had to squint so hard you could barely see who was walking up the stairs.
“Randy, go freak out some other girl.”
Your eyes finally adjusted and revealed that it had been Billy Loomis walking towards you two. He was dressed like…a knight. It was funny because he looked just like…Romeo. From…the movie.
“Fucking Stu.” you griped.
“What?” Randy looked at you like you had gone crazy.
“So the idiot stuck you in a costume you hate too huh?” Billy smirked. “Well I’ll give him credit…you look amazing Y/N.”
“Hehehehe Me? Really? You snorted. “I mean Um…you clean up well too.”
Nevermind that he was the spitting image of Romeo during the costume party. He always looked good to you. (Read more below the cut)
“OUR GUEST OF HONORS HAVE ARRIVED. JULIET AND HER ROMEO!!” Stu belted. You didn’t even know how he got hold of a bullhorn and you didn’t want to know. The entire party had erupted into applause. Obviously this was a setup, but why.
“Well I feel awkward now…” Randy groaned.
“If you’re interested, I heard Sidney is dressed like red riding hood.” You pat Randy’s shoulder. “And she’s been talking about wanting to ask you to the party too.”
“Well…I should practice my wolf howl…AWOOOOO!! Good looking out Y/N!” he gave you a short hug before jogging down the stairs.
You were left alone with Billy, who hadn’t stopped staring at you.
“I’m gonna kill Stu.” you sighed.
“Not if I get to him first.” he scoffed. You weren’t sure if he was kidding or not. “I told him I didn’t want to wear this dumb thing.”
“So did I.” you giggled. “I look ridiculous with these dollar store wings too small for any actual angel to fly.” you scoffed. “I didn’t even want to come tonight.”
“Well if you want to bail, why don’t you hang out with me?” he raised an eyebrow. “Use one of these abandoned rooms that Stu’s idiot parents aren’t using and hide out until the commotion is over. Maybe sneak outside”
You hummed thoughtfully and let the choices run through your head. You could either sit here, have to listen to a bunch of stupid Romeo and Juliet jokes…or spend a couple hours in complete peace and quiet. Decisions, De-fucking-cisions.
“Lead the way!” you finally spoke your thoughts.
Billy didn’t hesitate to grab your hand and head you down the hallways despite Stu screaming at you two, demanding to know where the hell you were going.
“He’s gonna be so pissed.” you giggled as you began running. Stu had begun to barge through the crowd, screaming profanities at you both.
“YOU TWO GET BACK HERE!”
“FUCK YOU DUDE!” Billy yelled back in reply. “Come on, we can avoid him if we cut through this hallway.”
…
You both had eventually wandered outside. (You guys who’ve seen Romeo and Juliet….you know where this is going)
“Stu is the only guy I know who has three pools within the same vicinity.” You walked behind a very large tree that cut off your view of the house. “I hate rich people.”
“So do I, but…Stu’s cool.” Billy followed you, brushing his fingers against several vines that hung off the branches.
“When he isn’t a fucking creep.” You shook your head, sitting on a bench. “So…what do you wanna talk about?”
“Anything…”
And so for hours on top of hours. You and Billy sat there, talking about absolutely nothing. You almost didn’t notice the lights turning off.
“OKAY ASSHOLES, THE PARTIES OVER…YOU CAN COME OUT OF HIDING NOW! THE MAIDS PREPARED A ROOM FOR YOU TO SLEEP IN IF YOU WANT-”
“I swear I’m gonna shove that bullhorn right up his-” you began to gripe, standing to your feet. “I’m gonna strangle him with his own-”
“Y/N, Watch out!!”
You hadn’t missed the stray beercan that had made its way out to you, it was frozen solid and practically stuck to the ground. So it was no surprise that it made you trip over your own two feet.
“AACK-” you missed your footing, causing you to lose your balance. Billy tried to rush over and wrap his arms around you, only to lose his balance too when your weight caught him off guard.
“SHIT!” he grunted.
The splash of you two hitting the cold water was so huge that Stu could probably hear it from inside if his drunk ass wasn’t already passed out.
“…I probably deserved that.” you seethed as you surfaced. “I’m sorry.” you eyed a very unamused. “Hope your costume won’t get rusty.”
“It’s fake chainmail. I wasn’t gonna waste actual important money on a stupid costume.” he shook his head. “Plus you didn’t make me do anything…so there’s no need to apologize.”
“But I-”
“Shush…” he whispered. “You think I woulda risked trying to save anybody from falling into a piss cold pool?”
“Ummm…Is the answer no?” You said quietly, noticing just how close Billy had gotten to you. “I’m gonna say no.”
“Good girl…” he rested his hands against the edge of the pool, trapping you against himself and the pool wall. “Now that we’re actually alone, without any noise…I can actually do this.” he neared his face closer to yours. He neared so close that your noses were touching. You could see the water drops run down his face.
You instantly forgot how freezing the water was because your entire body was heating up violently. “B-billy I-”
Before you could say another word,Billy had suddenly kissed you. He moved his dripping wet hair from your face as his kiss grew more and more intense. This moment reminded you heavily of something, you just couldn’t figure it out. It would probably come to you soon.
You could feel his scorching hot hands travel under your dress under the water. He held your body flush against his.
“Oh Y/N…the sounds you make are so fucking hot.” he groaned through kisses. “I want more.”
“Not that I’m saying no,but are we really gonna do this in Stu’s pool of all places? I mean what if we get cau-..haaaa~” you stopped yourself from talking as Billy left a trail of kisses down your jawline. He moved your sleeve out the way to kiss your shoulder then back up again.
“Better than inside with a bunch of trash and passed out drunk idiots,” he replied. “Besides I heard pool sex is pretty hot.”
“Okay you were cuter when you said fewer words.” you pouted.
“Oh I see… actions speak louder huh? Like this?” he crashed his lips over yours again,this time allowing his tongue to slide through the small space and tease yours. “You’re shivering Y/N, is that from the cold or because of me?”
“Ummm~ Maybe a teeny bit of both. The cold is starting to set in.” you confessed.
“Well, let’s take this somewhere more…not out here.” he frowned at his own stupid joke. “No, I can do better than that. Umm…Let’s take this somewhere less…Wet? No!” he snapped. “Damnit I can’t be cool around you and it’s not fair.”
You began to laugh, covering your mouth to stop from being too loud. You thought it was cute.
“I have a mind to punish you for laughing at me…come here.”
…
You hit the bed with a thud. Out of the many rooms in Stu’s house, you had opted for the room you had gotten ready in. Since A. it was farthest away from where Stu slepts (meaning he couldn’t spy like the creep he was sometimes) and B…it had the best insulation when it came to the space heater, meaning you warmed up pretty fast.
Billy yanked his costume shirt over his head and threw it behind him, letting it plop on the floor. He reached down and yanked those stupid card board wings off your back, throwing them behind him ass well.
You almost thanked him had he not covered your lips again.
“Fuck Y/N…You’re mine.” His voice almost sounded like a whimper. “You’re mine and I’m fucking yours.” he hissed. “Lean up so I can reach your zipper.”
You did as he said and sat up slightly, only to hear a very audible ‘fabric rippy’ sound.
“I thought you said you were gonna get my zipper!”
“Sorry, I got impatient.” he smirked, ripping your skirt right up the leg. “Aren’t I the worst.” he bit his lip, holding back a laugh. “Get that out the way” he tore off a large piece of fabric. “Get that out the way-” he smirked.
He kept going until all that was left was quite literally your undergarments.
“I just hope my other clothes are still here or this will be a huge problem.”
“Like that’d be a bad thing?” he laughed. “Enough talking.” he pinned your wrists above your head. You felt his bulge up against you, his lips against your shoulder. You felt his hand slightly tighten the base of your throat.
Billy stared down at you. His serial killer instinct told him how little and innocent you looked. How he could snap your neck in seconds if he wanted to. But pair that with his love for you, it looks so cute. You trusted him, his hands. The same hands that strangled his enemies.
“You like when I choke you don’t you?” he whispered, running his thumb along your collarbones then back up again. In a way, it was him showing his affections that wasn’t in the form of ripping out his own heart (literally) and offering it to you with his last dying breath. “Y/N.” he shuddered. He crashed his lips over yours again. Now, he wasn’t about this overly romanticized bullshit. He wasn’t a casanova and he sure as hell wasn’t a Romeo either. He just wasn’t, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t show you how much he cared about you in his own fuck up way. “I’m going to mess you up.” he trailed his fingers down your stomach, hooking around the waistband of your panties. He gently yanked them down.
Among the low hum of the air condition and the rustling of satin bed sheets, Billy groaned softly against your lips. He didn’t expect you to start palming him over his pants, but it was a welcomed gesture nonetheless. You felt his fingertips ghost over your clit. His lips moved feverishly against yours as he applied just as much pressure as you were to him. He felt his hand become hot with your wetness and you had unbuttoned his pants in an effort to free him of his restraints.
Why on Earth was this the hottest thing he had ever done with anyone? More over, why hadn’t he pursued you earlier. Nevermind that he had nearly caught you as Ghostface on one occasion.
“Do you want my fingers so deep inside of you?” he sighed. “You want me to warm you up real nice, don’t you?” he cooed. “Look at me and beg. Look at me and beg me to fuck you. ” he kept rubbing your clit with one hand, while digging his nails into your thighs with the other. “Beg with those eyes, I said fucking beg!” he snarled, thrusting his hips into your hand.
He was practically leaking already, making a mess. He was groaning so loud he had to pray Stu or some maid wasn’t spying outside the damn door. You bucked your hip against his slow fingers, silently urging him to not stop what he was doing. This was motivation enough.
He slowly inched his fingers inside, moving in complete sync with you. You felt your blood run hot. To say you were more than warmed up was an understatement.
“That’s right. Moan for me.” Billy whispered into your ear. “Stroke my cock while I fuck you with my fingers.” he growled. “Then we’ll see how far this gets.”
(You guys…I’m so tired…I need a hug or something. It’s only January and I feel like my year has been a downward spiral. I’m just like so done with life right now it isn’t even funny…but I’m a bad bitch…and bad bitches needa do what bad bitches do.)
Warnings- Talk of gore, talks of murder, and girl power (you will see why), talk of sexual assault.
I have a whole lot of stuff to make up for giureghiegw
Leggo!
…
“Well look who it is!” Stu practically fell out of the sky. “The breadwinner!”
“Hello boys.” you smiled shyly. “What can I do for you?”
“Wondering if you’d hate us for visiting you at your job!” Billy winked. “I’ve always wanted to see you in action.”
You worked at a server at a hostess club, 4 nights a week. It was great because you’d go to your classes in the afternoon, and then you’d work nights, then sleep in the mornings.
You needed to pay for college somehow and the money was nice. Not to mention the girls were like your second family.
“The last place I’d allow you people near is my job.” you grumbled flatly. “My work is off limits.”
“Oh come on!” Stu whined. “We wanna see you in action babe!”
“Like I said, no.” you looked between your two friends. “I don’t need you guys harassing my co-workers.”
“I mean…we’d only ever harass you.”
“Oh how considerate.” you laughed.
“When are you gonna stop being uptight and agree to move in with me?” Billy asked.
“And me!” Stu added.
You frowned. They had been asking for a while. You said no every time. But there was a good reason.
“When you guys learn how to pick up your dirty boxers every time I come over.” you laughed it off.
“Oh come on!” Stu kissed your temple. “You love us, Y/N! What kinda skeletons do you have in your closet?”
“If you only knew.”
“What do you mean by that-”
“I’m the proudest of my job.” you giggled. “I do a lot of weird things there…”
…
“Four beers for table 5!”
“I need 3 cocktails made for Party Room C!”
Both Billy and Stu walked through the packed bar. It was rumbling with life. So many different girls from waitresses to bartenders. You weren’t kidding when you said this place was ran by all women. Even the boss who loved to make appearances was a woman.
They were sat down by a timid looking girl, had their order taken by a girl with the muscles of a pro wrestler, and served by someone who could only be described as an Instagram Baddie. This place had it all. But where were you?
“Where is she?” Billy spoke over the loud music.
“No clue! She said she worked tonight!” Stu replied. “You think she got off early???”
As if the universe was listening, they sat you speed walking by, holding a huge ice tray under one arm and an ice pick in your other hand. Thanks to Billy and his keen eye, he saw red straining your left hand. Stu instantly peeped it too.
“Do you think she’s in trouble?” Stu whispered.
“I don’t know, but I don’t want to wait around to find out.” Billy opened his backpack to make sure his trusty mask was still in there. “Come on.” He slapped a 20 on the table and got up.
…
The two walked into the back alley of the bar, looking around for anything suspicious. They DIDN’T expect to see a group of girls in cute animal masks all circling a man tied to a chair.
“Did you grab her ass without permission.” a girl in a bunny mask asked.
“I did more than that.” the guy laughed. “Ask her yourself.”
A girl wearing a squirrel mask, punched him dead in the nose. A girl in a kitty mask, along with a girl in a puppy mask each took turns beating the man with baseball bats.
Billy and Stu practically hugged the walls. What were they talking about??! Were these women crazy! Did the bar owner know this was happening on her property.
“W-what are you gonna do to me?!”
“We’re not gonna do anything.” the girls all chorused. “Ask her…”
Suddenly, a girl wearing a school uniform walked down the alleyway, as if it were a catwalk. She was totally oblivious of Billy and Stu on either side of her. She wore a mouse mask, and had an icepick in her hands.
They both watched as this girl kicked the man’s chair back. Stu instantly recognized him as Robert Jones, from his biochem class. This girl raised her knife above her head and practically slaughtered the stranger.
“No-NO PLEASE!”
Billy and Stu didn’t want to stick around to see what happened next…
“Whose that?!” another voice pierced through the air.
“Leave them!” another voice spoke. “They aren’t the issue right now.”
Billy had a thought, but it couldn’t have possibly been the truth.
…
“This just in! Robert Harry Jones, local college student’s body was found next to some train tracks this morning.” a newscaster stood outside the main building of the school. “His family says he was at a hostess shortly before he was found. Bar owner Kelly Kingsley states he had been a little too touchy with one of the girls and was escorted out. These killers have been dubbed Kitty Girl, Puppy Girl, Squirrel Girl, Bunny Girl….and Mouse Girl”
“No, I didn’t know…but it makes sense..” You scoffed as you were asked by an interviewer. “ I think I’ve seen him a few times…he was always too drunk to speak though, so he was always thrown out..” you rolled your eyes as the microphone was put in your face. “I don’t know anything thought…” you scoffed, walking off casually.
“Hey Y/N!” Stu caught up to you. “I heard what happened last night!” he stammered. He didn’t want to tell you he was there. “You okay??”
“Peachy? Why wouldn’t I be?” You smiled. “Is this about that Robert guy?”
“Y-yeah I-”
“He was escorted out before I even got there.” You raised an eyebrow. “I did walk in to see one of my co-workers crying her eyes out though…makes me wonder what he did that was bad enough to warrant the security guards beating his ass in front of everyone.”
“Y/N…can we tell you something?” Billy who had heard everything walked up. “Something we saw…”
“Why don’t you guys come over?” you smiled at the two. “Then you can tell me without people around.” you motioned towards the news cameras who had gotten your attention again.
…
“So what did you guys want to talk about?” You sat back on your bed. Billy and Stu both seemed off putting. “You guys?”
“We know what happened to Robert!” Stu blurted out.
“What?” you raised an eyebrow.
“We saw him get killed.” Billy followed.
“Huh?” you laughed.
“These girls all wearing animals masks did it!”
“We were outside the bar when it happened!!”
You were silent…
“What was the killer wearing?” you asked lowly.
“Y/N-”
“Please answer the question.” You stood up. “What was the main killer wearing and what weapon did she use?”
“An icepick?” Billy murmered.
“A schoolgirl uniform.” Stu followed. “Like those ones on the shows you watch.”
Your eyes went wide as you narrowed your eyes at them. You began walking around them, towards your closet door.
“Y/N?”
“You okay babe?”
“Remember when I told you guys…that I wasn’t proud of my job?” your voice wavered as you turned your back towards them. You faced the closet door, hand on the handle to open it.
“Y/N?” Billy put a hand on your shoulder. “What are you-”
“My working as a hostess club wasn’t the job-” you whimpered, pulling the closet door open. Billy and Stu were welcomes by not your clothes, but uniforms. School girl uniforms, like out of anime. They saw a strange looking mouse mask, several, on the inside doors.
The weapons? Shit, the weapons. Sniper rifles, many knives. Inside the other closet door was a huge list, pictures attached.
“Y/N?” Stu came to your other side. He was taken aback. Billy’s eyes fell on a school uniform looking outfit, the same one you wore exactly 2 nights ago……
You walked around them while they still stared into your closet. You reached under your pillow and grabbed your bloody mask. Behind their backs, you put it on.
One of you beeches asked for a soulmate au between Billy and a girl who reads weird comics….lets fucking go. I lost the ask, so like ye. MY BAD BRUH
HELLO FRIENDS, I HAVE HEALED!! Idk why but I might be having a bad reaction to something in my room…so I’m cleaning the everloving FUCK out of it.
aLSO MY BIRTHDAY IS ON DEC. 10TH, CELEBRATE WITH ME FRIENDS!!!
Also in one of these scenes it is implied you’re wearing a skirt, but some people hate skirts so feel free to use your imagination to your advantage!
Leggo!
…
“Whatever you feel, you soulmate feels!”
You watched with a polite smile as your friend beamed about finding her soulmate one day in the book store. She was on the moon and telling everyone exactly how it felt.
“How romantic!” Bella sighed.
“I hope I meet mine soon.” Cameron swooned, fanning herself.
“What about you, Y/N? Are you excited to meet yours?” Cheryl asked, leaning into her palm.
“Um…I don’t know.” you shrugged. “I don’t know if I believe in all of that.” you smiled sadly.
“Hey! It happened to me!” she grabbed your hand. “ I guarantee that you will meet him TODAY!”
As much as you wanted to believe her, part of you couldn’t. You nodded anyways.
“Here comes Prescott and her henchmen.” Bella groaned. You followed the glares of your friends to see Sidney Prescott and her friends all walking through the quad. You didn’t think anything of it…until.
“Ouch!” you suddenly felt a slight pain on your finger.
“Y/N! You have a papercut!” Cameron grabbed your hand. “How did that happen!”
…(Meanwhile)
“SHIT!” Billy threw down the book in annoyance. “Fucking papercut!”
“Be careful!” Sidney sighed. “You hate books so much that they decided to turn against you.” she laughed.
“Very funny.” he seethed. “How can paper be fucking sharp!”
“Someone get Y/N a band-aid! That doesn’t look good!”
The quintet (group of 5 for those of you who didn’t know) watched as Cameron Browne frantically went around asking everyone if they had a bandage. She quickly returned to your side, grabbing your hand and putting the bandaid on for you. “How did that even happen?”
“Y/N you need to be more careful!”
“What’s so great about her? Everyone likes her.” Randy scoffed. “I don’t see the hype!”
“She’s the nicest girl in school! Watch this!” Stu hopped up and jogged over.
“Hey ladies!” he spoke loud enough so everyone could hear. “I’m afraid the vending machine ate my dollar! May I borrow one from one of you beautiful ladies? I’d be so grateful.”
The remaining four watched as you were the first one to hold out a crisp new dollar. “Here! Don’t worry about paying me back.”
“Thanks beautiful.” he winked before skipping back over. “See!” Stu shrugged as he returned to his friends. “She’s probably even be nice to Billy of all people!” he cackled. Billy looked between his hand and you. They all watched as you got up with your trash.
“I like your shirt.” you smiled kindly at Randy. “And your hair.” you spoke as you walked past.
“Really?” Randy dumbly smiled as if he wasn’t just dogging you two seconds ago. “Okay, maybe she is great.” he swooned as you skipped back to your friends. “She’s purdy too.”
“We’ll see about that.” Billy silently promised himself, paying close attention to you.
Later on, you were browsing through the book/video store, beelining for your favorite section.
“Come on, come on, come on!” you grumbled. “YES!” you cheered. “Princess Angel Mouse Saves The World!” you snatched the manga off the shelf.
“Princess Angel Mouse?” you heard from behind you. Billy Loomis was standing there with a bundle of movies in his arms with a receipt taped to the top. “What’s next? Glitter and tea parties?”
“It’s really good.” you smiled. “It’s about a demon princess whose family was banished by humanity-”
“So she turns into a magical girl?” he laughed.
“No…she takes everything she learned from horror movies and went on a bloody rampage.” you said timidly. “Look.”
Billy looked at the cover. Issue #3 Princess Angel Mouse Saves the World: A Life Lesson From Her Friend Mr.Vorehees.
“As in Jason Vorehees?” Billy looked up at you.
“Mhm!!” you nodded excitedly. “In this issue she learns how to teleport!” you beamed. “She can go into media and use her powers to befriend anyone! A-and there’s supposed to be a huge fight scene where she goes on a bloodbath, I haven’t been able to hunt down this issue for weeks. It’s perfect for my collection.”
Billy’s jaw almost dropped. He didn’t expect you to be into horror shit. It was like somehow fate knew Billy would be at that exact store to pick up Special Edition versions of his favorite movies.
“See you around!” you smiled. As you walked off you bumped into a display, banging your leg on the table! “OW! I’m okay!!”
‘Son of a bitch!’ Billy silently cursed, feeling the pain in his knee well up intensely…now he knew. The next question was what was he gonna do about it. (Read more below the cut)
…
You were sitting in your bedroom, finishing up your homework. You yawned as you threw down the pencil. “Homework done…time for blood.” you snatched your newest issue of Princess Angel Mouse. “Yay!!” you squealed. It was only then you noticed your phone buzzing.
Unknown Number.
“Pass.” you hummed. “I don’t answer unknown numbers, random guy.” you scoffed, throwing your phone back down. A few minutes passed before it rang again. Same unknown number.
“Who the fuck- Hello?” you annoyedly answered the phone. “Can I help you?”
“Hello Y/N.” an unfamiliar voice answered. “I was wondering when you’d answer the phone and put that book of yours.”
“Who are you and why are you calling me?” you asked boredly.
“Can’t we just talk?”
“No-”
“Hang up and I’ll kill Cameron Browne.”
Before you could put down the phone, the threat came clear as day.
“What do you want?” you glowered.
“Turn towards the window…”
Billy watched as you stared in horror at the sight of him in his Ghostface costume. He climbs through the window, looking like a straight-up demon.
You nearly dropped the phone, taking a few steps back. You could have ran off, you could have screamed. However, you knew that either of those options could have ended in you or someone you loved dying. You could only step back as Billy stalked up to you.
Billy glared down at you through his mask. It was now or never. The final test. He had to know…He raised his knife above your head and cut your shoulder blade.
“FUCK THAT HURTS!” You both yelped. “Huh?” you repeated again.
“Why would cutting me hurt YOU?!” you snapped. ”YOU FUCKING PSYCHO.” you held held down on your wound with your sleeve to stop the bleeding, luckily he didn’t cut that deep…but it made you wonder why he didn’t kill you. It was only then you noticed it.
He was bleeding too.
It was seeping through his flimsy, obviously store-bought costume.
“You should know the answer to that.” he glowered.
“Oh no…oh no.” you shook your head. “That isn’t real.” you tried to deny backing away.
“Lying to yourself won’t change it…I’ve tried.” Ghostface sighed. “Y/N.”
“You know my name…” you narrowed your eyebrows. “Who are you.”
He suddenly dropped the knife, and kicked it away from you both. “See for yourself.”
“How do I know you aren’t hiding something under your costume?” you glared.
The figure only spread his arms wide as if he was expecting a hug. You used your remaining strength to stand to your feet. You grabbed the edge of his mask and quickly yanked it off before jumping back.
The figure took off his hood and finally revealed himself.
Sidney Prescott’s weird and slightly greasy boyfriend?
“Billy?” you raised an eyebrow. “You’re ghostface?….NO PAUSE YOU’RE GHOSTFACE!” you began freaking out.
“Okay let’s not get into that right now.” he put his hands up in defense. “Y/N-”
“No!…You killed my lab partner, MY FRIENDS-”
“Would you believe if I told you it was in a desperate attempt to find my soulmate?”
“FUCK NO.”
Billy had to hold in his laughter, you were so cute when you were scared. The way your voice slightly cracked. But it was true though. How could he get you to see that?
“You don’t have to believe me…”
“Good, because I don’t…that means you attacked Sidney.” you suddenly remembered back to when she came to school and was surrounded by the news vans and that slimy reporter.
“Y/N-”
“No!” you gasped. “Y-you can’t be my soulmate. I don’t even believe in that shit”
“Yeah because me with a huge cut in my shoulder identical to yours wasn’t proof enough.” he joked. “Sorry, didn’t mean to be snappy…you don’t have to believe me right now, but think about it.”
…
You beelined through the school halls, you were almost successful. It was the last hours of school and you had planned to skip the rest of the day. You had been grabbed by the arm and pulled into a classroom. You were wide eyed and surprised to find Billy looming above you. It was completely empty.
“Wait, what?” you breathed as you were pushed against the classroom wall. “Billy what are you-”
Billy ushered a kiss on you, pinning your hands above your head. He pushed his body against yours.
“Hmm!~” you were taken aback.
“I wanted to know if it felt as good as I pictured in my head.” he breathed as he broke away. “Y/N, you know what it means-”
“You’re a murderer.” you snapped. “Stay away from me.”
“You can’t avoid me. I’ll just keep breaking in.”
“Leave me alone.” you tried to turn around.
“I know you feel it too!…That day when you cut your finger…it was me who got the papercut that day…I felt when you hit your leg at the video store…and I felt when I cut your shoulder.”
You didn’t want to admit it, mostly because it was too much. “You’re my soulmate Y/N…you can’t deny it.”
“Why…did it have to be you?” you shook your head. “You’re just sick-”
“But at least I’m honest about it…” he sighed. “How many people can say that Y/N…you’re thinking about it too.”
“and just how would you know?”
“Because you haven’t tried to push me away.”
You slowly turned back around to face Billy. God damnit, he was so attractive. “Kiss me.”
“HUH?!” you looked him up and down.
“Kiss me…and if you don’t feel anything. I’ll leave you alone, as myself and as Ghostface…I’ll forget this whole soulmate thing too…no matter how much it kills me.”
You looked him up and down again, he was completely serious. You grabbed him by the collar and stood on your tip toes. “I’m gonna regret this.” you whispered.
You pulled him down to your height and kissed him. Billy took this as a chance to tighten his arms around you and embrace you in his arms. You didn’t know what you were feeling. A mixture of his passion and your indifference. His want and your hesitance.
Billy felt it too. He felt your indifference towards him, he didn’t realize that you felt that strongly. It wasn’t just him but the soulmate thing as a whole. To say he was happy to feel your hate towards him morphe into something else, he was happy. The only time in his life he had ever felt truly and irreversibly happy.
You pulled away from him, gasping for air. “Woah!” you touched your lips.
“..So?…what will it be?”
“Tell me something…does Sidney know?”
“Know? That I’m ghostface? Hell no-”
“Not that.” you sighed.
“Oh…then what?” he raised an eyebrow.
“That’s she’s about to lose her boyfriend.”
Billy couldn’t help the smirk that rose on his face. How could you be so shy but so cute. He gently pushed you back up against the door, covering your lips with his again.
You almost squealed as he hoisted you up. You had to wrap your legs around his torso to stay vertical. You tightened your arms around his neck in the process of him moving his arms to yank off his jacket.
“We are so screwed if we get caught.” you murmured. You almost gasped, feeling him grind his groin against you.
Billy invaded your mouth with his tongue. “You might be as crazy as me you know.” he commented, trailing kisses down your neck. “I have to cut you in order to prove you’re my soulmate.” he shook his head. “If it means anything, I thought the shit was fake too.”
“I just didn’t think you of all people.” you tried to get out the words. “I sure as hell didn’t think you’d accept me-”
“And why not?” he gazed into your eyes. “You’re perfect.” he bit his lips. “We don’t have much time. I want to do this right, but I can’t wait…so expect a visit from Ghostface later.”
“As long as you don’t wear the mask while we fuck.”
“Oh come on! Angel Mouse got to do it.” he whined.
“I’m surprised you actually read it.” you giggled, feeling his mouth cover yours again. “You’re full of surprises, Billy.”
Billy Loomis with an s/o who leaves during fights.
{Gender Neutral} {Curse warning} {Not beta read}
(I’m trying this format for things I don’t think I can write a whole fic about! Also not posting on my main (@xxterra-incognitaxx) since it’s a tad different. If it is well received I’ll do more content like this on my main! Please let me know what you think!!!)
“You need to keep your head down.” Billy pushes your head forward so you aren’t able to watch the movie.
“But this is the best part.” You whine.
He doesn’t say anything but you just know he’s mocking you while you can’t see him. You drop your head backwards to glare at him and he groans.
“What’s it gonna take for you to stop moving?”
“Pizza from that place downtown.”
He pops you with the comb.
“Hey!”
“I’m doing you a favor and you’re trying to extort me?”
“I’m hungry and tired.” You whine.
“Don’t know how you’re tired, you haven’t done any damn work.” Even in his irritation he’s gentle as he goes back to combing and parting your hair.
“Holding your neck still hurts. Also, you don’t get to complain because you offered to do my hair.”
“That’s because you don’t do it right.” He scoffs.
“Excuse me? I don’t do my hair right?”
“You’re too rough. You detangle like you’re in a saw trap and your time is running out.”
“Fuck you.” You can’t stop yourself from laughing.
“Just ripping your hair to shreds.” You can hear the smirk in his voice. “All the new growth gone with the wind.”
“Racist movie references? In my house, Billy?”
He pops you with the comb again, “Our house. I had to walk through Ikea for hours with you while you looked for fucking lamps and cute cutlery. I earned that our.”
You giggle and reach for one of his hands, ignoring his protests to sit still for God’s sake. He stops whining when you press soft kisses to his knuckles. You wish you could see his expression fall into that soft pleasure he feels whenever you do something particularly sweet.
“You took that trip like a real trooper, killer.”
“Mhm.” He tilts your head back and just stares at you. You smile at the look in his eyes and kiss his knuckles again just to watch him melt.
He shakes his head, smirking. He knows that you know exactly what you do to him. Still, you look at him with your big brown eyes acting innocent as can be. He leans forward and kisses you long and slow. Heat curls in your gut as his hand drifts to your neck, holding you still and secure. When he pulls away you’re breathless.
“I’ll call the pizza place. Watch this part of the movie and when I come back I don’t want to hear anymore of your whining.” He let’s you go and you want to call him right back and tell him to finish what he started with that kiss. But you’re starving so you let him go, dragging your hand across his hip as he walks by you.
“Love you baby!” You call after him.
“Yeah, yeah whatever.” You start your familiar countdown: 1, 2, 3- “Love you too.”
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