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watching bodies bodies bodies (a movie I enjoy) and having to deep breathe at the beginning because watching friends groups who hate each other and should have stopped being friends a long time ago stresses me out (cannot emphasize enough this is somehow one of my favorite movies)
The way you portray JD, Billy and Stu, fucks so hard it made me create OCs literally just based off YOUR characterization, you inspired me to the point of creation and I thank you *kisses your forehead kisses your forehead kisses your forehead* plus your writing got me out of my year long writers block
i think i'm gonna have to remove him :( no matter how hard i try i just CANNOT nail down his dialogue and i think character voice is one of the most important things for writing a good story
Hello. Ok I must say I've spent the last 3 days on your blog just reading and reading. Your Billy x reader x Stu give me life!my god it's so good ā„ā„ā„ Would it be ok to make a request? I was thinking about a scenario where Billy's cheating dad brings home a little girl and he's like "yo, so this is your new sister Billy" and at first Billy is being Billy and hates her guts but Stu is kind to her and as time passes all three become small cute murder family... just an idea...
A/N: this idea is so good. i changed it a bit but here it goes-
Billyās father has had it coming for a nice long while. He was a shitty man, a shitty father, and an even shittier husband. If Billy looks at the man for too long it makes him physically sick. Needless to say, heās been living off of borrowed time.
It would have looked suspicious if the man died right after the Woodsboro massacre. So Billy waited, impatiently. He started dating Stu, finished senior year, and the two went off to a community college together (theyād spent so many months planning the murders that theyād accidentally let university applications fall through the cracks).
The years go by quickly. A murder here, another one there, figuring out what four year college to go to. Getting jobs. With real adult life creeping in Billy had almost forgotten about his old man entirely. Almost.
The man has awful timing. He calls Billy up, out of the blue. They hadnāt talked since the day Billy moved out. Frankly, he doesnāt even know how his father got his number. He doesnāt remember giving it to the bastard. He invites Billy home for Thanksgiving and Billy thinks what a perfect early Christmas gift to himself. Dear olā Dadās head on a spike. Then he tells Billy he wants him to meet his new wife and step-kid. Wants his whole family together.
Billy doesnāt know how he manages to act like a normal, vaguely irritated son for the rest of the phone call. Inside heās white hot rage. The first thing he does when he hangs up the phone is shatter it. The whole apartment becomes a particularly fragile punching bag. When Stu gets home he looks at the destruction with bewilderment, and can only ask, āDid we get robbed man?ā
Woodsboro is going to see another violent, tragic murder. Thatās for sure.
Stepping into his childhood home for the first time in years makes him sick. Billy swears he can still smell his Motherās perfume in the air, but he turns the corner and thereās another woman cooking and prancing around in her fucking kitchen like she owns the place.
Billy canāt wait to string her up by her intestines. To choke her with them. Heāll kill her first and make his father watch the entire thing. But however painful the step-whoreās death will be, Billy will make his fatherās twenty times worse. That will be for his mother.Ā
Deciding he wonāt be the only one pissed off this week, he brings along Stu for the family reunion. Maybe it was a little vindictive of him to ask Stu to marry him so theyād be engaged in time for the get together. But he was gonna get around to it anyways, eventually. Besides, Stu had laughed his ass off about it.
You donāt come downstairs when they first arrive and Billy wants to roll his eyes at your Mother telling him āsheās not usually like this, honest-ā as if he could give a shit.
Theyāre not planning on killing you. They havenāt killed any kids yet, and even though Billy thinks about it- thinks about how much it would hurt your Mom to make her watch you die - the thought of killing you makes him uncomfortable. Youāre just a kid. Not your fault your Mother is a whore and your new Step-Dad is a piece of shit. Heāll just make sure to psychologically torture her in some other way to make up for it.
When you slink your way downstairs in that petulant way that only kids can, Billy starts to rethink that not killing you thing. You spend all of dinner not saying two words to him, but youāve got the nerve to scowl at him the entire time like heās intruding in your house and youāre wondering when heās gonna leave. Or die.
Knowing that appearance is everything, Billy makes sure to publicly bond with your mother. He goes grocery shopping with her. They get lunch. Anything to sell the image of a perfect family. Anything to alleviate suspicion when she winds up dead, alongside her new husband. Stu stays behind and babysits you.
At first youāre resentful of being watched at all. But Stu has a way with kids, his energy so much like one that itās hard for them to hate him. In just a few days youāre thicker than thieves. So you start telling him things.
I hate playing family. / Mom only ever pays attention to me when people are around. / Theyāre always gone. / I think they both wish it was just them, that I wasnāt here-
Stu might not be the most empathetic person around (obviously) but something about the things you tell him makes him feel for you. Youāve got a sad little orphan Annie thing going on. Stu doesnāt know why he tells Billy that he thinks he should spend time with you, but he does. Billy, obtuse, thinks itās to sell the lie better. So he takes you out to some shitty diner for a special ābrother/sisterā breakfast.
You moped in the car, you stomped your way into the restaurant, and you slouch in your chair when youāre seated. When he asks you if you want crayons to color with, you instantly know that heās mocking you and "subtlyā knock over your water, hoping to wet him. It doesnāt work, but he admires your spitefulness.
You only sit in silence pushing your food around for a bit before you break. āYour Dad sucks. I hate him.ā Billy doesnāt stop to think about how heās talking to a child before he says, āIām sure he hates you too.ā You donāt start crying big alligator tears, like he thought you would. He was already preparing for it, thinking about how he was going to have to bribe you with ice cream or something to stop you from crying. Instead you sink further into your seat, like you want to melt there, āHe doesnāt hate me. He just wishes I wasnāt around.... neither of them want me around.ā
Billy sits shell-shocked for a minute. Frankly, heās never talked to a kid this long. He doesnāt remember how old you are but he doesnāt even think youāre eleven yet. He wonders what the hell the both of your parents are doing behind closed doors to make you feel that way. He knew his father was lousy, heād already grown up with him. But your Mother had seemed normal. A little fake, but normal.
āWhat do you mean by that?ā So you tell him. The way you told Stu. About the neglect. The long hours alone. By the end of it your little hands are balled into fists and your food is ice cold. The entire time Billy sat quiet. At the end you regret telling him anything. Just because heās getting married to Stu doesnāt mean heās nice like Stu. Heās probably just like his Dad.
You start to turn to the window, ready to ignore him until he decides to take you both home. You turn back around when he says, āYour Mom fucking sucks.ā
You blink up at him, wide-eyed. Youāre shocked he took you seriously. āYeah, she does.ā You finish eating your breakfast quietly but neither of you leave the diner feeling the way you did when you came in.
Thanksgiving passes by uneventfully. Billy and Stu are invited back for Christmas break by your Mother and they accept the invitation. Stu gives you both of their numbers and ruffles your hair, telling you not to be a stranger. Billy stands so stiffly while you say goodbye that you extend your hand for a handshake, not wanting to put either of you through an awkward goodbye hug. He laughs and tells you to take care of yourself.
When they come back for Christmas youāre actually outside to greet them when their car pulls up. You tell them about school. About the things youāve been doing since you last saw them. About how you managed to watch some of the horror movies Stu snuck you, and you didnāt even have to sleep with the light on afterwards. They sit through it all dutifully and maybe even with amusement. Youāre not the same withdrawn kid you were when they first met you, thatās for sure.
Billy is a little miserable , spending the holiday at home. He remembers all the traditions he used to do with his Mom. Putting up the Christmas tree. The lights. Burning cookies and icing them anyway, then trying again until they got it right.
Heās surprised at how the house isnāt decorated and you tell him your Mom isnāt very festive. He tells you your Mom can kick rocks, and hauls all the old Christmas stuff out of the garage and attic. You spend the weekend putting everything up together, you, Billy and Stu. Focusing on trying to give you a good Christmas actually distracts him from the way he misses his Mom.
He doesnāt realize it until itās Christmas Eve and neither of your parents is in sight. Youāre curled up on one side of him, and Stu is on the other. The house smells overwhelmingly of pine scented air freshener, and Frosty the Snowman is playing on the TV. Youāre making an excellent case on why Frosty should actually count as a horror movie, and Stu is laughing but trying to argue with you about it anyway. He realizes this is the best Christmas heās had in awhile.
The three of you fall asleep on the couch together. Billy wakes up a few hours later when your parents come stumbling in, drunk and shushing each other too loudly. It pisses him off, thinking about how theyād have probably gone out on the town and left you alone even if he and Stu werenāt there to stay with you. He wonders just how many times youāre left alone in this house that was too big and lonely for him even when he was a teenager, let alone a fucking kid.
He goes to put out a glass of milk for āSantaā along with the cookies when he runs into your drunk Mother in the kitchen, opening another bottle of wine like his Dad and her arenāt wasted enough.
āThanks for looking after the kid this week. I know she can be a lot.ā The words make him stop cold and he looks behind her, to the drawer that the knives are kept in and almost says fuck it. If the miserable bitch hadnāt wanted to be a Mother this badly she should have kept her legs closed.
āYeah, no problem.ā He has to leave before he fucks up the whole plan and kills her too early.Ā
He doesnāt wake you up so you can go up to bed on your own. For some reason he thinks about the last time he ever got carried up to bed and picks you up and takes you there himself. He remembers the feeling of waking up, drowsy but safe on his Motherās shoulder. Of being tucked in, and then waking up in bed later, only vaguely aware that someone else put you there. He was younger than you are now, that last time. But he doesnāt think it matters that much. He doesnāt think youāve ever gotten cared for like that before. That you were ever made to feel as loved as he was by his Mother. And thatās even with the fact that she up and left one day without a word. At least when she was around she was there.
So he puts you into bed, and tucks you under the covers, and sits beside you for awhile, just staring. He looks up when he feels like heās being watched, only to find Stu in the doorway staring at him. They go to bed and donāt say a word to one another about it.
They get married in the Spring and youāre the ring bearer. You walk down the aisle ahead of Stu with a big grin on your face. Youāre also Billyās ābest-manā. Heās not close to very many people, besides Stu, who heās marrying. He wasnāt gonna have one at all but then he thought of you, and figured youād get a kick out of him asking, at the very least. You looked like heād given you a lottery ticket and hugged him so tight he was impressed. You were the guest screaming the loudest when they kissed and it made them laugh so hard they had to stop.
Summer hits and thatās when itās going to finally happen. They come to Woodsboro to spend the summer. Itās to help with appearances, sure, but theyāre actually looking forward to seeing you. They take you camping. You stay up all night watching movies. You drag them up onto the roof to look at the stars and it makes Billy smile, thinking about all the times he used to do it when he was a kid. His Mom would always yell at him, telling him heād break his neck one day. You point to a place on the roof where heād carved his name and he rolls his eyes when he sees that you crossed out his name and carved yours over it.
The weeks go quickly and before they know it itās time to don their old costumes. Billyās not as excited as he thought he was going to be. He doesnāt know why heās starting to get second thoughts, he hates his Dad and despises your Mother even more. Until Stu asks him, hesitantly, āWhatās gonna happen to Y/N?ā
And there it goes. The reason his stomachās been twisted up into knots. He doesnāt know whatās going to happen to you. Itās too late to back out of it now. His fatherās been had this coming, and your Mother is as shitty as she can be without outright forgetting to feed you or keep the lights on. But what about the aftermath? Are you gonna get carted off by the state? Or shipped away to some distant relative who couldnāt give a shit about you? The thought makes him sick, but he doesnāt want to admit it. All he does is snap back at Stu, āWho gives a shit.ā
Stu walks out and doesnāt come back till the next day.
They kill them and itās their best work. Theyāve had plenty of practice over the years. Thereās crying, begging, pleading. They draw it out for a long time. At the end of it Billyās father is whimpering, staring at the mangled corpse of his second wife and asking why. So Billy takes off his mask and tells him why.
They sneak back into the vacation home theyāre renting and youāre just where they left you. Tucked in and sleeping soundly. Billy falls asleep with a smile on his face. Stu gets up twice in the night, restless. Each time he winds up outside your door.
A day later an officer shows up at your door, hat in his hands, and tells you that something awful has happened. Billy pretends to be shocked. Stu closes his eyes and tries not to think of how youāre definitely eavesdropping, too impatient for them to come and tell you whatās going on after the cop leaves.
Billy goes to identify the bodies and canāt help but think it is kind of hard to recognize them. If thereās anything he and Stu are good at itās this.
He feels a lot less smug when he gets home and youāre sobbing your eyes out, clinging to Stu like heās a lifeline. The moment he sits down next to you you throw yourself at him and heās surprised at how quickly he wraps his arms around you. At the way he rocks you back and forth and tries his best to soothe you.
āWhatās gonna happen to me, Billy?ā You wail, helpless in the way only a kid can be. And Stu is looking at him over your shoulder and before he knows it heās opened his mouth and said, āNothingās gonna happen to you. Youāre my sister/brother. Weāre family. Weāre going to take care of you.ā It doesnāt make you stop crying but he keeps saying it, over and over. Youāre gonna be okay. Nothingās ever going to happen to you. Weāll take care of you, we promise.
mark ... w a physically affectionate reader ... they love holding him , blowing him kisses from afar in the most dramatic way possible, holding his waist when walking or standing behind him , sitting on his lap etc .. theyre GLUED to mark i fear šāāļø
stuck like glue
āDonāt pull out yetā¦ā You sniffle softly, turning your head to try and peak at him. āHm?ā Mark hums, blinking stupidly. You wriggle a bit on his lap, he hisses quietly, āI said donāt pull out yet, wanna be close still.ā Mark sighs, but holds your hips to keep you still, his dick canāt handle you wriggling around.
He slumps forward, his cheek against your clothed back, the two of you had been impatient. Life can get in the way of sex, you thought with Mark in a dorm youād be able to fuck 24/7 but alasā¦ between his superhero shenanigans, classes, william being aroundā¦ it was pretty difficult to get his cute girlfriend bent over and fully naked.
So in the midst of attempting to study it went from your sweet mewls for a hugā¦ then a kissā¦ reassurance that he still sees you as the apple of his eyeā¦ his dick just sort of ended up in youā¦ Mark canāt help but find your need to stick to him kind of hot. So hot that your shirt never even came off, and he just kind of grabbed his dick through the fly of his boxersā¦ sue him. Itās not like your pussy minded, still slick and leaking against his balls.
āYou okay? Too much?ā Mark contemplates pulling out hearing you sniffle. He stops when you shake your head, āIām okay, just wanna be close to you.ā
āBabyā¦ my dick is still inside, how much closer could we be?ā Mark doesnāt mean to be crude, but heās realized itās best to be honest with you. āSorryā¦ā you mutter leaning forward on his desk, the surface is cool against your clammy skin. āNo sorries, you just missed me didnāt you.ā He teases only a little, his hands going from your hips to rub your stomach, itās almost uncomfortably hot, he shudders when you tighten around him, the attention is welcomed. āI didā¦ youāve been really busyā¦ thought you forgot about me..ā
Mark doesnāt think he could forget about you even if he got thrown to a different planet, pussy this good gets a guy whipped fast, heās at your beck and call. āHow could I forget about someone as perfect as you?ā Mark twitches inside you, fuck heās so easy, brushing your hair over your shoulder to mouth at your nape. āWas in a fucking coma and I couldnāt forget about you.ā He sighs, eyes almost rolling back as he gently adjusts you forward, taking a little peak to see your labia spread around him, the creamy mess making every slick noise audible.
āMarkā donāt joke about that.ā You sigh, lulling forwards, his strong arms wrap around you. Maybe you did it on purpose, just to feel his strong biceps tense around you.
āās true though, shitāā Mark shudders, his hand snakes down past your navel, slowing his thrusts to gather slick and drag it up, parting your folds to rub your clit. There is no way heās gonna come before youā¦again. You hiccup, between the first orgasm and the duel sensation you arent far off. āStill sensitive?ā
āMmph yeah.ā
āMe too.ā Mark gasps, his mouth kissing whatever is in reach, your nape, behind your ears, your shoulders. āI canāt be apart from you for so long again.ā He groans, maybe heās just as needy as you are, or maybe youāve just rubbed off on him, in a metaphorical way of courseā¦ āMe neither, I canāt stand it.ā You hiccup, reaching behind and squeezing his tense thigh, the wet little noise you make makes Mark shiver, you pussy spasms around him as it clenches with second long intervals, the jerky little shake of your hips has him practically hearing colors, āFuckā inside?ā He hiccups like an idiot, like he hadnāt already come in you earlier, you whine at his stupidity, heās spilling inside you before you can confirm, heās too fucking sensitive, going tense, biting into your shoulder so he shuts the fuck up and doesnāt moan like a amateur porn star as any brains he has left explodes in favor of overstimulating himself with your pussy.
You shiver as he catches his breath, āI think I need a minuteā¦ your pussy fried my brain.ā
āHuh?ā
āJustā¦ Just shut up and Iāll shower with you and give you a massage.ā
āYou werenāt gonna shower with me originally?ā
āāāā EYES ON ME ā-`ā”Ā“- / DAVID MCCALL x READER
ļ¹ā§āĖā” summary: david is sick of the way your loser ex won't stop hanging around you, sniffing like a dog, waiting for the two of you to break up. when he tries to orchestrate the breakup instead of just delusionally hoping it'll happen david decides to teach the man a lesson he won't forget.
ļ¹ā§āĖā” content: gender!neutral reader, race!neutral reader, reader has a pussy, cunnilingus, creampie, exhibitionism, dubcon because reader doesn't know they're being watched, toxic/yandere behavior ā YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!! | wc: 3.9k
posted to patreon: 6/05/2026
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i need nanami to tie me to the headboard with his tie because i tried to leave him š i know even if i was kicking and hissing like a angry kitten he would be firm but gentle
this was a request designed to trap me. a real 'this is my hole! it was made for me!' moment. / REQUEST ANSWERED HERE!!
Ah! I entreat you to permit me to see some of your faults. Be less beautiful, less gracious, less affectionate, less good, especially be not over-anxious, and never weep. Your tears rob me of reason, and inflame my blood. Believe me it is not in my power to have a single thought which is not of thee, or a wish I could not reveal to thee.
ā Napoleon, from a letter to Josephine, Marmirolo, July 17, 1796.
