Billy Loomis X GN!reader

okay my matthew thirs have u seen this image bc it’s currently controlling my life 😭 im this close to changing my header to it why is it so hot 😭😭😭

YES ITS IN MY CAMERA ROLL

and the fact that his shirt says god.

YES, YOU ARE GOD!!! I WORSHIP YOU!!!!

I'm literally in love w him

the way im so tempted to start writng for bam margera.... i have an idea for a long ass angst fic for him but idk..

SHOULD I!??!?!

oh yeah btw everyone who can give birth should have a right to terminate the pregnancy at any time for any reason.

dont you dare value the lives of a stupid infant over a whole full grown human.

ps. if you send hate to this, ill do another donation to a pro choice fund! :)

yes.

you guys know that the reblog function is the main feature of this site right ? its that little recycle looking symbol at the bottom next to the like button, you can add a comment if you want you can write something in the tags that your followers and the op will see. its like the main feature of this site

im not trying to sound rude in saying this but i have had 5 people with completely empty blogs follow me in the last hour or so and like im sure that makes sense on instagram or something but here it just makes you look like a bot account here and people will block you under that assumption. go reblog a post you like. go reblog an image of a snail

what in the

when she says she doesn’t send nudes

mutuals get free kisses with tongue if they ask

surfer!stu macher x gn!reader mini blurbs

CONTENT: gender neutral reader (they/them pronouns used), very brief sexual + drug references, stu isn’t a safe driver at all

↪ surfer!stu’s room, hair and car all smell of surf wax. you’ve lost count of the amount of times you’ve stuck your hand into his hair after a day in the water, and he’s coated over sea salt with the product. ‘ew stu, what is that?’ he sticks his hair up into a ridiculously vertical look. ‘you like?’ you frown, and he pouts with a hand held firmly against his heart.

↪ he has a pickup truck he describes as “shitty”, but his frame of reference is completely messed up. his parents stopped letting him drive their sports car after he crashed it (measures only got this drastic after the third prosecuted incident). his board doesn’t fit well in the bed of the truck, but stu does his best to reassure you. ‘no babe, it’ll be fine.’ he turns to check, somewhat unsure of his own statement. ‘no one’s stupid enough to run into this. gonna hurt them more than it’ll hurt me.’ you bite your tongue on his long list of accidents, most his family were able to get him out of repercussions for.   

↪ you rub aloe vera into his back when he comes back burnt, which is every time he goes. he winces and whimpers. ‘stop being a baby,’ you chastise. ‘i’m not,’ he whines with a less than convincing pitch. ‘if you just sunscreened, this wouldn’t happen.’ ‘didn’t have time. the waves were too good. you should’ve seen them, babe. picture perfect. just like you.’ his cheesy grin distracts you from your concern, for better or worse. 

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

I absolutely love this.

18+!!!

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

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

billy loomis x fem!reader

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

but one day, it seemed to change

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

you bought knives, asked if he wanted to use them

he was ecstatic, he felt euphoric

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

the fear of him being able to cut you..

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

it was overwhelming in the best way possible

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

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

and he was nowhere to be found

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

guys that picture of Matthew is like making my eyes jizz I swear,,,

Me: I watch Scream for the plot!!

The plot:

heart eyes

please oh please give me stu macher content I'll take anything please

I'll love you forever <3333

p.s be my moot >:(

😁🤘

i am in SUCH a stu mood atm he is my life my soul my everything so here's my special boy... also idk what a moot is and at this point im afraid to ask 😭

playing video games (stu macher x reader blurb)

CONTENT: gender neutral reader, stu being stu

‘What’s this? Is this Street Fighter again?’ The tip of Stu’s tongue was resting over his top lip in  a rare display of concentration. ‘Nah, that’s at the arcade. This is some game Randy picked up. He got it off some guy in Sacramento.’ ‘How’d you score it? What’d you trade?’ ‘A night with you.’

You rolled your eyes. ‘Thanks, John Hughes.’ You extended your leg, pulling the CD case back towards you. ‘What did you really do?’ ‘Threatened his friends and family.’ ‘Does that include me? I didn’t think you valued… what even is this, Tekken, over me. This game sucks anyway.’

‘Aw, does it? I think someone’s a sore loser. How about a rematch?’ You let the flimsy plastic controller idly hang from your hands. ‘Absolutely not. This controller’s shit. How about you let me be player one?’ You batted your eyelashes.

‘My house, my rules, babe. I get to be player one.’ ‘You know you’ll lose. Disadvantaging me because you can’t take the heat. Poor sportsmanship.’

‘Here.’ He dangled his controller in front of you. As you reached for it, he pulled his arm back. ‘You can have it on one condition.’ ‘And that is?’ ‘You sit on my lap, and I’ll let you practice with it for a bit.’ ‘Do I get to versus you with it?’ 

You shuffled over, sitting on Stu’s lap. He lightly nibbled your helix before continuing. ‘You get to practice with the good controller, and we’ll see if you can beat me with the other one.’ ‘That’s two conditions. Hey wait, that’s not even what I’m after.’ 

‘If you don’t love Stu, you can get off his lap.’ ‘You know just how to make me feel guilty, don’t you?’ ‘Or you could sit and play. Or,’ his hands rested on your thighs, ‘I could add some more conditions if you get what I'm saying.’

You tilted your head back to look at the man. ‘I think I’ll let the professional decide what’s best for me.’ ‘Aye aye captain.’ His eyes lit up as he pulled you into an intense kiss, both of you choosing to forget about the game.