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「 SCREAM FOR YOU ! 」 . . . 📁 01

scream : billy loomis, stu macher

wrd count : 2.8k

⊹˚.⋆ synopsis . . . [name] gets a call from an unknown caller who isn't so unknown after all

⊹˚.⋆ starring . . . billy loomis, stu macher, & male reader

My room was practically pitch black. The only light that illuminated the space radiated from my TV screen. A stupid, cheesy slasher film was on. Although stupid, I couldn't help but be entertained from underneath the mountains of blankets that buried my body.

I was transfixed by the movie playing. Nothing mattered to me at that moment except whether the final girl who ran around her house like a headless chicken would escape the slasher's hands.

Which seemed increasingly unlikely! I mean he was right behind her, and she was clueless about his presence! I grumbled under my breath, cursing at the final girl's obliviousness as my hand raked the bottom of the popcorn bowl. All I could feel were the kernels and the smooth plastic of the bottom of the bowl.

I wanted to smash my head against the wall at the feeling. I had run out of popcorn already, and my movie wasn't even close to the climax; let alone, the finale!

I struggled to free myself from my prison of blankets. My limbs stretched out and tore each layer of blanket off one by one, yet it seemed the blankets covering my body were never-ending. It was like I was the pea from that one fairy-tale, smooshed by hundreds of mattresses.

Eventually, I was able to free myself from my cocoon of comfort. My legs felt numb as I swung them to the edge of my bed, and dug my toes into the course carpet that decorated my floor. With a wabble in my steps, I began to exit my room and stroll downstairs to the kitchen.

As I stepped into the hallway I noticed the light from my sister's open door pouring out onto the floor. What was she doing with her lights on at this time of night? With curious steps, I moved in front of her open doorframe to find Tatum perched on her vanity, applying makeup onto her face. I raised an eyebrow at the scene. Why would she possibly be putting on makeup at this time of night?

"What are you doing? It's like 1 am right now," I leaned against the frame as I crossed my arms.

Tatum turned to me with an eye roll, and half an eyelid covered in a bright blue eyeshadow, "Stu's coming over." I mouthed an 'Oh' at her words as I realized her intentions with the makeup. A sly grin stretched across my face, "Wear a condom. Don't want you getting pregnant on us at your age." She threw a hairbrush at me from her vanity as I laughed at the annoyed look she gave me, "Shut up!"

With a catch of the brush, I turned away from the bright room with a laugh and continued my way downstairs to the kitchen. As I took steps down the carpeted stairway, my thoughts trailed back to Tatum and Stu. Stu was a good friend of mine. He had been ever since he gave me a copy of 'It' on DVD in the 6th grade. He had recently started dating my sister which at first was incredibly awkward. Especially since I had been crushing on him since freshman year, but with it turning out that basically every other night I would find a shirtless Stu lingering around the house, the awkwardness slipped away. Seeing a hot guy shirtless was one thing. Seeing a hot guy shirtless in my house that I had a massive crush on something was another, and I would be damned if I didn't take advantage of the situation.

A guilty feeling sunk into my chest. What am I thinking? It's wrong for me to think of my sister's boyfriend in such a manner! What am I; a perv? I shouldn't be thinking those things about Stu even if he's one of the most beautiful men I've ever seen.

Stop it! I gave my arm a harsh pinch and hurried towards the kitchen. The faster I can finish making my popcorn the faster I can continue my movie and not think about Stu or Tatum.

I opened the pantry door diverting my gaze from shelf to shelf searching for the popcorn. The pantry was full of junk food, which I knew was the work of Dewey. It wasn't an uncommon sight to see Dewey munching on some sort of snack before he left for work. With some more digging, I eventually found my target and reached out to get it.

My movements; however, were interrupted by the sound of the phone ringing; blasting throughout the house. I quickly snatched the popcorn from its box before heading off to answer the phone in the room over. I threw the popcorn package onto the sofa as I leaned against the wall picking up the phone, "Hello, this is the Riley residence. [Name] speaking."

"Hello, [Name]."

I blinked a few times trying to process the voice. It was unlike anything I had heard before. The voice was hollow, almost sounding manufactured.

"[Name?]"

The repetition of my name brought me back from my mental space to reality. Collecting my composure, I apologized for my brief absence from the conversation, "Oh! Yes. Sorry. Who is this?"

"I don't know."

"You.. don't know?"

"I don't. Do you?"

I let out a small chuckle at the odd words leaving the unknown man's mouth, "Trust me with a voice like yours, I would've recognized you immediately. I don't know you, man. Sorry." I shrugged as I waited for the unknown voice to respond. The only thing I could hear was harsh breathing from the other side of the line.

"You do know me."

The response shocked me. What was this man getting at?

"I don't. I mean why would I lie to you about that?"

"Maybe you're naughty. Are you?"

My brows furrowed at the words as my mouth fell agape, "Naughty?"

"Are you a naughty boy, [Name]?"

My shoulders tensed up at the words. What a creep. I quickly hung up the phone, not letting the creepy man get another word out, and tried to shake off the conversation; however, it was the only thing my mind could focus on.

With a sigh, I picked up the package of popcorn that rested on the couch. I fiddled with the package nervously. Fiddling had always been a nervous habit of mine, and the creep on the phone had made it reemerge. I tried my best to focus on preparing my meal for the movie that awaited me upstairs and not the ominous ringing from earlier taunting my tense mind.

"[NAME]! I swear to god if you don't answer the phone I will come down there and claw you!"

The deafening sound of Tatum's screech from upstairs awoke me from the spaced-out state I had been in. My mind was so clouded by the creepy interaction I had failed to realize that the phone was actually ringing, and was not just a figment of my imagination.

I walked my way back to the phone leaving my popcorn alone. I took in a deep inhale of air to try and relieve my nerves. A phone call shouldn't have been freaking me out this much. Besides PTSD from a 2-minute at maximum phone call? That was pathetic!

I began to idly fiddle with my hands before picking up the phone. An uneasy feeling began to sink into my chest as I debated even suggesting a conversation with the unknown person on the other line.

"Hello, this is the Riley residence. [Name] speaking." My voice shook at the otherwise normal sentence. I prayed for the caller to be a random scam caller or even a stupid, 12-year-old boy calling to yell, "Your mom!" in my ear, but my anxiety remained prolonged as no one responded.

My nerves were higher than I would have liked. I felt pathetic and weak letting this phone call take such hold over me. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding as I let out a "Hello?" to the silent line. My voice was quieter than I would have liked.

"I love when you play hard to get. It gets me riled up. Do it again."

It was the same voice from before, and it felt as if my blood had run cold. My breathing got shallow and I could feel my facial muscles tense up.

"I-I don't know what you mean."

"Insult me. Deny me. C'mon, you know I love a good game of cat and mouse." The voice let out a cruel laugh, and it felt as if a frog was stuck in my throat.

It was silent from my end, but the other end of the line consisted of heavy breathing. I tried to calm my nerves, It's best to stay calm in these situations, right?

The voice broke out again, "Talk to me, baby! Why'd you get quiet on me?"

I couldn't believe this conversation was happening. Why was this creep calling me? Why was he so adamant about talking to me? What was his motive?

Just hang up the phone, [Name].  Don't give this weirdo what he wants. Just hang up. Besides your popcorn is about finished. Hang up.

I felt my muscles relax at the words. I couldn't let myself get so riled up over a stupid phone call. With newfound courage, I hung up the phone. The sound of my popcorn finishing rang out from the kitchen, and I left the tormenting atmosphere of the living room. At that moment it felt like the kitchen was heaven. With the smell of buttery popcorn and the absence of a phone, it was perfect.

I wanted to dance with glee. With the popcorn finally done I could continue my movie! Skipping over the stairsteps while tripping over my own feet I rushed towards my door at the end of the hallway joyously.

"Yo, [Name]!"

My movements were brought to a stop at Stu's voice ringing out to me from Tatum's bedroom. I stopped in front of her doorway to find him sprawled out on her bed. My eyes shamelessly checked Stu's lounging body out, and my eyes hooked onto the sliver of his stomach. Was that a happy trail? I wanted to strangle Stu then and there. Why did he have to be so tempting?

"Earth to [Name]! Are you there?"

His voice was drawled out in the over-dramatic way he does everything in. I smiled at him admiringly. Stu was a person you could get drunk off of just by his presence. Even if it's just for a second.

"Oh. My bad. Just a little spaced out today, sorry."

Stu sent me the fakest, most exaggerated 'scared' expression ever, "Did the" He paused looking around as if he was searching for someone to be hiding in the corner before whispering, "aliens eat your brain?"

I laughed at his antics before joining in, flailing my arms like a damsel in distress, "Oh yes, it was a terrible sight! They sucked my brains straight out through my nostrils!"

The two of us burst out laughing. Being around Stu was always bound to be a laugh fest. It was one of the reasons I liked him. Probably one of the reasons Tatum likes him too. . .  The topic of Tatum made me realize she wasn't in the room anymore. Where was she?

I moved into the room. "Okay, for real, where's Tate?"

Stu flopped around on the bed, "Doing some girly stuff in the bathroom." He paused before patting the spot next to him on the bed. "C'mon over here. Let's have some private guy time before Bridezilla comes back."

I laughed as I crossed the room to Tatum's bed. Taking a seat next to Stu, I played with my hands for the umpteenth time that night. It was a nervous habit, and being so close to Stu was definitely making me nervous. Which was totally stupid! He's been my friend for years. A stupid crush shouldn't get in the way of our friendship. But my mind still flew into a jumble being so close to him. What do I say?  What do I do? What do I think? My thoughts trailed back to the phone call. God! No! Don't think about that!

As I poked around in my brain for what to say I could feel Stu's gaze on me. His eyes felt like they were shooting lasers into my skull. Stu always held an intense gaze. Almost possessive in a way. Which made sense. If Stu saw something he wanted, he got it, and if he got it he wouldn't share it. Except with Billy.

Billy. Billy Loomis. My sister's best friend's boyfriend who also happened to be best friends with my sister's boyfriend. What a title. Billy was someone-

"You gonna talk or just ignore me?" Stu interrupted my thought process. I gave him a blank stare before shaking off my empty-headedness. "Sorry. Just a little tired. You know it's pretty late, and I haven't been sleeping much as I should. Like maybe 4 hours a day? You know, doctors say to get 8 hours of rest, and I obviously don't so my brain is like ahhh 24/7."

Stu smiled at me, "What's keeping you up at night, baby? Heebie Geebies?"

"Oh, I wish," I chuckled. Stu raised his eyebrows as I gave him a sly look, "I do think I know what is keeping me up; however, you won't believe me."

Stu just stared at me with that mischievous look he almost always held, "I bet a signed copy of The Thing by John Carpenter I can guess it."

"Really!?"

"No. Why would I ever give up that? It's priceless."

I hit Stu lightly on the shoulder, "You had me going for a second, man. Can't believe you would play with my feelings like that. I'm heartbroken."

Directing a mock sad face to Stu I fell back onto the bed next to him, "Okay. 3 guesses. Go!"

"A masked man is watching you from your window."

"No, but would make my life more interesting if it did happen."

He snapped his finger at me, "A demonic murderer is haunting your dreams!"

I laughed out loud, "A Nightmare on Elm Street reference; seriously? "

Stu just gave me this charming smile at my words, and I couldn't help but smile back, "Last chance, go!"

Stu let out a hum as he pretended to think hard, "Okay, I 100% have it this time. My rakishly good looks haunt your dreams at night!

I let out a fake gasp of shock, "I can't believe you got it right! Are you psychic?"

He stuck out his tongue at me and I laughed again. My mind was finally free from the torment of the phone call, and I never wanted to leave Stu's presence. He felt like the only thing that could get my mind off of the unknown caller.

Our time spent together was interrupted by Tatum coughing obnoxiously at her door with her arms crossed. She had a full face of makeup and changed clothes that hugged her tight, and I instantly felt the urge to leave seeing her so dressed up. An underlying feeling of wanting to stay with Stu urged me to not want to leave, but the awkwardness in the air was suffocating.

"I'll go," I raised my hands in surrender and began to exit the room as Tatum stalked towards Stu like a lion ready to pounce a zebra.

I gave Stu a wink as I yelled out a quick, "Don't be too loud, lovebirds!" before quickly closing the door to scurry away from the couple into the safety of my bedroom. The paused screen of the final girl being chased down by the masked killer made me get a queasy feeling in my stomach, bringing me back to the memory of the odd phone call, and I couldn't stand to finish the movie any longer.

Turning off my TV and setting the popcorn on my nightstand, I went to the radio, turned it on, and felt the soothing tunes start to pleasure my eardrums. Praying it was enough to not only block off Tatum and Stu's noises from the other room, but as well as my troublesome thoughts I began to fall into the comfort of my bed.

No thoughts were bouncing around in my head except for ones of sleep and enjoyment of the music playing. There were no thoughts of Stu, or Tatum, or the creepy caller lingering in my mind, and I wished to keep it that way.

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SubTop!Detective X DomBot!Criminal reader ⁉️⁉️

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subtop!m!detective, dombot!criminal!m!reader,

toxic relationship?! dubcon;groping, hatefucking-ish? degredation. minors, ageless blogs dni

he's in his 30s. a detective? a man who often fights with a damn little punk who's slippery as fuck and gets on his nerves. a deranged, delusional, tatted up brat who makes his life harder. he swore he saw your face todayㅡbut he blames it on lack of sleep. that's all it is. he hasn't seen you in a few days - only hearing about what you're doing in the reports, news anchors, and his associates. you make him sick.

rejecting an invitation to drinks when there's work to be done. work of tracking down some twerp who breaks in and out of his house, rearranging his things, never stealingㅡfucking with him. touching him, playing with him, making him feel ... good,,,

lonely… getting home after a particularly late night… some sad-looking rugged man looking lost, thoughts of a criminal and his dick plaguing his mind. intrusive thoughts about your naked body on his again? despicable.

no lights were on, just how he left it. locking the door behind him and wandering toward the kitchen - messy and cluttered with boxes of files sitting around collecting dust. switching the light to the kitchen onㅡa cup on the counter catching his attention.

how could he be so absentminded? he berates himself, grasping the cup and his expression twitches in surpriseㅡhuh… the cup is cold...! freezing, even. what is this? he gives it a sniff - noticing how it fizzes, bubbling.

of course… some one broke into his house and is drinking his fucking cola of all things? he has no friends, he knows he has no friends that he's close enough with for them to just waltz right in??!! no key to hand out, no parents to be paying him any visitsㅡ

on guard, hand cautiously placed on the pistol holstered on his belt,. ,,, pausing in his steps as nearly misses it - is that a toilet flushing? what the fuck? a masculine grunt matching footsteps stalking closer; emerging from the darkness of his hallway...! the kitchen light illuminating your face. that stupid expression on your face...

his heart beats a little harder against his chest. why isn't he surprised? and why are you sweaty?

“hiii,” you waved, grinning joyfully; shirtless and in pajama pantsㅡ his pajama pants? you look exhausted...

ㅡ“hey, yeah, you really shouldn't leave your windows unlocked, someone could rob you.” you advise smartly, shuffling closer and grabbing the cup, “i didn't know you could be so reckless!” you tut, shaking your head, scolding him? poking him in the shoulder.

oh... you didnt wash your hands. he grimaces.

ㅡ"i could arrest you for breaking and entering," is what comes from his choked up figure, "for - f-for assault, for burglary, for everything you've done." including heartbreak? you leave him after you've milked him dry and he just wants more. hand on his gun, never leaving as he eyes you warily. "right now, i could."

"you wouldn't," comes your voice, utterly sure of yourself as you lean a little closer, excited. humming as you inhale his natural scent. feeling like some little househusband fondling his husband after waiting for him to get home... which is exactly whats happening, isnt it? aha...

gross. body odor. damn, he smells so fucking good... he looks a little sweaty, too - hah. you're making him nervous. you reach out, pressing your fingers to his lips. unwashed dick hands... he splutters as he tilts his head away, instinctively licking his lips.

ㅡ"don't be so sour. don't give me that face - i've missed you too." undiscouraged, your free hand trailing down, grasping his. bringing it to your lips... mwah.

so why havent you come around sooner? he bites back unsaid, glaring at you as his grip on your own hand tightens. he's a lonely man. lonely men are dangerous - not to be trifled with, yet here you are! he rips his hand away, scoffing. placing it on your shoulder and ... feeling your skin underneath... huh.

his hand gripping your shoulder as he tilts his head down. how is it some disgusting person like you gets him going so easily? all you're doing is just... standing there. in his clothes. "... stop staring." the detective mutters, narrowing his eyes at you. he can feel your eyes lurking low. hes flustered. his face is burning hot and he's hard. miraculous, no?

"i can't help it. it's staring at me." you retorted, scowling at him humorously, "i said, i've missed you." you mutter, voice growing a dangerous edge as you push against him, chest to chest. whats wrong with a little foreplay?

there it is... he's so cute. "don't tell me you havent gotten any action the last time we fucked? what, you missed me that much? don't be gay..." you chastise, hand disappearing from view - an electirc shock climbing his spine at the warmth of your hand on his groin. huh. fuck.

ㅡ fuck. that's it. he hates it how you know where everything is. lube, condoms, acting like you own the place. playing with yourself on top of him... isn't this a great way to destress? but... it only makes him more stressed when you leave.

laying him out, giving a little fight as you strip him roughly. he forgets you have muscle. he forgets you can throw him around like a ragdoll. and you forget he can actually arrest you. he eyes you warily, unsure of what to do with his hands as you're hovering above him, naked in all your glory. grimy...

"when's the last time you showered?" you give him a dirty look, eyeing his bare cock warily, making fun of him for the look he was giving you... always, always messing with him. bullying him... he can throw you around too-! no warning as you abruptly handle him, reaching down and grasping his girth slick with a mixture lube and cum, "yuck," you muttered. chest to chest, as you slowly eased down on his length to base, trembling and breathless.

"y-you're ... you're disgusting. fucking disgusting - i can't believe i'm seriously... letting you..." you stop him, irritation strewn across your face as you place your palm over the bottom half of his face. smothering him; making sure he smells your cock on your hands. you're so mean...

"not just letting me..." you hum, cheerfully. naked on top of him, perched on his cock with your own bobbing as you leaned back. you start playing with it - you're so weird.

you know his body so well, what he likes to see, it hurts so bad. he wants more - and he feels a vague sense of guilt. all those one night stands in his twenties... huh is this how they felt when he left them? begging for him... oh, the pain! "you're begging for me. you might not be saying anything, but i can hear you, loud and clear."

not to mention all those nights actually stalking him... laid up in the corner,,, in his closet as he masturbates while repeating your name over and over. watching over him, that's all. he just gets your blood pumping like no other... you couldnt stay away from him very long. always crawling back like he was your confession booth after doing something particularly thrilling.

his lips part, and you slap your hand over his mouth again to keep him from spouting attitude. smearing the sticky, already drying pre over his cheek; hushing him annoyed.

"psh, look at you. you let me undress you, you let me play with your gun, you- you're letting me fuck you. what does that say about you?" you retort, hands on his chest, using him as leverage as you bounce yourself. slow. "you're nasty. letting a dirty degenerate touch you like this? you fucking love it." you scowl, pinching the flesh of his pecs and grinding onto him. clean. "you love it a little too much..."

ㅡhe hisses, hands snapping to grasp your hips and pinch the flesh, jerking upwards, "fuck you. i - i don't love it. i don't. i don't love you." his voice breaking off into a muted whine, throwing his head back against his pillows. he was spouting nonsense. nonsense in order to defend himself from your rapid teasing, but you were making him stupid... just inhaling your natural scent messes with his head.

"... right... i don't love you either." you mutter, eyes narrowed as you hold onto him, squirming as you grope his chest. "do you make all these sounds when you're masturbating, too?" your tone switches, teasing as you lean over, licking his cheek.

you're just... using each other. that's right... for an adrenaline pick-me-up and to curb loneliness. you stay a little longer afterwards. he lays there, still beside you in his own bed. holding your hand when he's sure you're asleep. he could put you away for a long time, you know that? he's selfish. wants you for his own sake.

She’s rich, but still nice. Not “rich, but still nice.” She’s nice because she’s rich. You know? Hell, if I had all this money, I’d be nice, too! PARASITE / 기생충 (2019) dir. Bong Joon-ho

This is Money Snake. She only appears every 312 years. 

If you reblog her picture within the next twenty-five seconds you will have good luck and fortune for the rest of your life. 

i am genuinely sick and tired of fucking tag clogging. pulling my hair out every time i search "____ x reader" and get a "relatable" post where ppl are just complaining