#dark!billy loomis

[prettybabybaby]

Billy Loomis no con-ing Sidney’s younger sister in front of her but she can’t do anything because he has a gun to the sisters head 😋

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content: noncon, dark!billy loomis, adopted!prescott!reader, gun (not detailed)

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everything is blurry, muddled by salty water filling your eyes. the cold metal had warmed as it pressed against your sweaty, hot head. the damp curtains of billy’s hair swing up and down his face with every thrust of his hips and his warm pants fan your face in sync.

you can see sidney’s faint outline and hear her protests despite the thumping of your heart and the distracting sound of your wetness and slapping skin. you blink, catching the way her hands rest on the sides of her face and fire blazes in her watery eyes.

billy’s thumb swipes your scorching cheek, coating the pad with your river of tears before he slipped it into your parted lips. he let out a breathy laugh when you recoiled, brows pulled together.

you finally made eye contact with sidney, going from restrained, silent cries to sobs at the helpless look in her eyes.

[mutual-monsters]

get busy living or get busy dying

Pairing: dark!poly!Ghostface x gn!reader

TW: kidnapping, dubcon, manipulation and mental abuse, lots of implications but not a lot of follow-throughs

MINORS DNI !!! 🔞

Summary: kidnapped by the boys,,,not much else to say 🤷🏻

Word count: 240 (tiny)

A/N: old drabble i forgot to post based on a line from this fall out boy song (because of course it is). prompt/lyric is in bold. also the first time i've written for stu??? not outright said in the fic but he is meant to be the gentler hand here. anyways, enjoy :)

tagging: @ouijaboardemo

They never say a word, but one of them is always there, just on the cusp of your periphery, stalking and lusting, hungry and ready to take what he’s come for. They take turns, swapping out to let the other shower, sleep, eat, and so forth, but their eyes never wander. You may be tied down, but there’s no way either one would let you out of their sight. Every so often, you hear the basement door slam shut, or some scuffling behind you, nevertheless, their eyes always remain glued to your figure, covetous as always, aching to make their move. 

They bring you food and water, they allow you up to use the restroom a generous twice a day, they even bring you gifts when you’ve behaved. They’ve told you many times they don’t want to be harsh with you unless they have to, that they adore you, that this is only temporary until you can learn to mind your place– after all, why would they lie to you? You’re all they have. 

Sometimes you can’t help but cry, but don’t worry, they are always there to remind you that it’s okay, that they are there, that you’ll never be separated and you belong to them. 

It’s nights like that that make you remember what Billy said to you on your first night with him and Stu, “Oh, baby. I know. I know this hurts, it was meant to.”