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sl4sh3rsub · 4 months

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billy lenz hcs (nsfw: mdni)

billy lenz x reader (AFAB, AMAB, FtM, MtF)

warning: this is set in the mid-to-late 70s, perversion, old school + kinda one-sided phone sex, billy is loud as fuck + a creep + delusional, scent/musk kink, cumming on clothing, copious mentions of cum + precum, using cum as lube, dry humping, extremely dubious consent (somnophilia), masturbation (+ billy edging), oral sex (both giving + receiving, facefucking reeiiving), reader is referred to as 'piggy', p in v + anal (all unprotected - pls stay safe irl), ass eating/nondescript tongue fucking (giving + receiving), handjob mention, implied violence (not towards reader), overstimulation (giving + receiving), diy home reno gloryhole, old school cum tribute, foot humping/light cbt??, light bondage (pun), sex toys (for billy), hickeys + biting (giving + receiving)

a/n: kinda edited. happy holidays folks!! this might be ooc but i swear i tried. was gonna add more feet stuff bc it's billy, but decided against it. if you're into that kinda thing, use your imagination - i only mentioned it once and i think that's enough tbh. this one also doesn't have as much literal sexual intercourse as my other hcs (just a heads up) it's been a hot minute since i've watched the film, so the characteristics might be off (i based this on my own interpretation of him and i haven't really read any billy fics recently.. oops) it's a little rushed but i really did try! hope you like it

order: general hcs first then amab + afab then ftm + mtf, different sections = different content n tried not to repeat much

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general hcs

billy got bored of all the sorority piggies and moved, hiding in a mixed residential college dorm building - a creaky colonial-style residence with a spacious attic. the first time he sees you, you're getting dressed to join the other boarders for dinner. billy heard you humming to a radio and peered down between the cracks in the stained floorboard. he's been unhealthily obsessed with you since then <3

billy is an absolute pervert and will sexualize anything and everything you do. from scratching your neck to wandering around your room in your underwear, he's already ogling and muttering how much of a fuckin tease you are

he becomes bolder over time and eventually sneaks into your room at night. after you catch him lurking in the darkness of your room and he doesn't get immediately thrown out, he grows more and more trusting of you. billy becomes accepting of your begrudging attraction to him and he definitely takes full advantage of it :< you reluctantly give him permission to venture into your room if he needs company or an outlet for his pent-up sexual energy - it must be pretty cold and lonely in the attic, what's the harm in cuddling with the lanky man? he's already your dirty secret and at this point, he'd kill for you

his favourite pastime is calling your room's rotary phone during the day and either making mundane conversation with you or having you listen to his rambling as he strokes his cock, not even ten feet away from you. if you start bashfully touching yourself to his babbling or accidentally let slip a moan, tilt your head towards the ceiling so he can see your blissed-out expressions (he definitely cums on the spot)

if you want to get in his good books, put some old cabaret music on your cassette player and give billy a show - whether it's a sensual strip tease or you touching yourself on your bed, billy will be over the moon. as the music ends and the room is quiet - apart from your heavy breathing and thumping heartbeat - little gasps and applause drifts down from your ceiling, making you blush and whisper your thanks

there is not a moment when this man is quiet. in sexual situations, of course he's going to breath loudly, growl and spout obscenities, but even in regular conversation he rambles and expresses his opinions in long, convoluted trains of thought

billy loves it when you're just with him - in reality, you're alone in your room with a creep peering down at you from above, but it's better to let him be delusional. no harm has come of it... yet

don't worry your silly little head about the opaque liquid dripping from ceiling, directly above the bed :< it's either his spit, tears or precum drooling down between the wooden paneling from him constantly edging, the sight of you just existing is enough to turn him on. if it somehow lands on you, billy will cum instantly at the sight of you with his love painting your skin. you look like his perfect piggy, he can't help it :(

he has a habit of dragging his leaking tip over your face while you sleep, smearing his musky precum over your skin for you to smell when you wake. his favourite hobby is staining your skin in his stinky, salty scent - from cumming in your underwear as a way of marking you to wiping off his pre on your lips (as to not stain his boxers), he will make any excuse to clean off his cock on you. if you've been dismissive of him or too caught up in studying, he'll threaten to wake you up by dragging his musty balls over your face. just saying.

whenever he sneaks down to spend time with you skin-to-skin, billy practically goes feral. he's already jittery and constantly rock hard, so expect him to hump you like the degenerate mutt he is. every time you hug or lie next to him, he'll wrap his arms around you and start grinding against you, burying his face in your shoulder. he might not even want to initiate sex!! billy just wants to show his affection and attraction to you :(

billy isn't lying on the phone calls about what he wants to do to you. his inexperience is second to his enthusiasm and need to tongue-fuck you at every given opportunity. your spit-shined, sloppy hole is his favourite view on any day of the week and you bet he's going to make the most of it. make sure to place down a towel under his hips while he goes to town, he tends to leak precum freely and stain your bedsheets whenever you two so much as hug :>

he is a massive drooler, so watch out for the spit puddles on your pillow and mattress after he graces you with a visit. billy is also massive fan of visiting you in the dark - be it night or whenever you have your curtains closed - as he is pretty embarrassed about his constant ahegao face. it's especially prevalent when you touch him just right or suckle on his skin in that perfect spot

billy is constantly babbling about how much you can take his juicy, meaty cock in your tight piggy hole and frantically escalates whenever you pick up the phone. he always describes how he's gonna taste your arousal and fuck you until your legs are shaking, his fingers itching to touch every inch of you. billy's third-person descriptions throw you off a little, but he gets the point across pretty well. his insane squeals and huffs get louder as the lewd, wet rhythm picks up with every passing minute

if someone picks on you, he'll find their phone number and target them with streams of profanities and harassment until they leave you alone and back off. if you come home crying from a bad experience around strangers or tell him of someone who attempted to hurt you, he'll take it upon himself to dispose of them. how else would he rid himself his violent urges? he has to protect you and keep you for himself somehow

expect weird, out of place stains on all of your clothing. from small splatters to large and obvious splotches, every clothing item has remnants of his visits to your dorm room

billy has long-winded phone calls with you, about everything from your life to your interests and favourite things. there's shuffling above you every once in a while, but don't worry about it. it's not possums or raccoons in the insulation, just billy trying to get comfortable - his back aches from craning his neck to see you in, leering from in between the wooden gaps

he will leave you little scribbled notes on crumpled, used envelopes - his barely legible chicken scratch goes on about how pretty you look when he's looking down at you and how fun you are to play with

billy is incredibly touch starved - he'll regift items he finds laying around in exchange for kisses or even a rushed handjob (if he asks nicely enough). the nicer and less dusty the present, the better the reward

his idea of heaven is the feeling of you gagging and choking on his dick, especially the dazed look in your eyes while he fucks your face. the way you catch your breath and let him just stand above you, staring at the mess of cum he made on your face, has his heart pounding in his chest. billy's gaze is one of pure adoration, especially when you have his throbbing cock resting safely in your mouth

prepare to be overstimulated!! he's a fuck machine and will go until he's shooting blanks, or you shove him off to take a break. he is so conditioned from his constant masturbating that he does not get soft after shooting his load - he keeps hissing through the sensitivity as he drills into you like a jackrabbit, hitting your deepest points and sending shivers down your spine. he uses his thick, goopy cum as lube half of the time - he often cums the second he pushes into you, feeling your warmth around him. good thing he has animalistic stamina and strong thighs :>

billy is extremely noisy but will gladly attempt to muffle himself if it means he won't get found out, if it means he gets to stay in the residence - with you - for longer. he's a whiny and breathy moaner though, so never expect complete silence

his pale skin practically glows under the moonlight whenever he pays you a night-time visit. his cock bobs whenever you ghost your fingers over his side and through his hair, precum pooling and dripping down his long length as he gently moves his foreskin back to reveal his flushed - borderline purplish red - cock head. the few freckles scattering his tummy and the wild, wispy brown bush surrounding his base makes him feel pretty insecure about his body - it's not at all like the buff, tan men in the risqué mags or porno tapes. reassure him that he's mouthwateringly attractive, swollen cock and all. the one downside of giving billy head is that his cum tastes very acidic and bitter - invite him to share a healthy lunch of salad and fruit with a healthy jug of water every once in a while, it'll benefit you both

most of the encounters between you two will happen at night or with him partially obscured, but eventually he'll gain enough confidence to emerge from his den and visit during the daytime

he makes a glory hole at the top of the stairs that lead to the attic - he knocks out a section of paneling that's hidden next to a cabinet, perfect for you to hide behind while kneeling :< he's not that considerate though, he still forces you to be vigilant while he makes you choke on his length without a care - you can't give him away, not in a compromising position like this!!

he sneaks into your bathroom and showers with your hair product and soap whenever he feels lonely. he's too musty to change his clothing and wear some of yours, but he's not above nicking your clothes detergent whenever your scent starts fading away.

billy is also in the habit of hiding in the shower behind the partially see-through curtain, lurking - his presence makes you hum in greeting as you wash your hands in the sink. he might stick his hard cock out from behind the curtain and giggle as it bobs just in your line of sight. if you decide to glance up at the tall silhouette while you take him down your throat, you'll see his hands scrunching the material into a wrinkled mess. at least you have billy's musty cardigan to kneel on, bruised knees are never fun

if you fall asleep while studying on your desk, he'll scuttle down and shift you ontop of the bed - he can't have his object of affection feeling under the weather. strained muscles and unnecessary soreness are gonna get in the way of your fun time with billy!

you might think you're going insane from time to time... don't worry though. the giggles, shuffling and faint moans echoing in your head are real, he's living directly above you after all. nothing to worry about :<

he is a little bit of a hoarder and definitely a thief - from strands of your hair on the floor to dirty tissues that landed in the bin after a masturbation session, it all ends up in billy's little gross pile of stuff in the corner of his lair

billy is creepy and definitely sneaks into your room at night to jerk off furiously in the corner - he loves looming in the shadows as his tip leaks like a broken faucet, groaning at the peaceful sight of you sleeping without a care. if he's feeling adventurous, he'll use your limp hand to hold his balls as he drips all over your mattress and strokes his length

whenever he's bored of the stashed porn mags in the attic, billy watches you below as you study and his hand wanders south. he uses your speed of writing as the metronome of his strokes and tries his best to not fuck his hand at the thought of giving you some 'under the desk support'

while you're out in classes, he beelines towards your bed and takes a nap in your bed, cuddling with one of your plushies. you may have caught him mid-snooze more than once, but you'd best not bring up how cute the stinky man looks or else he'll start sulking

billy guilt trips you into paying more attention to him - he needs someone to talk to plus he can fuck you too, what else could you possibly want? you see how needy he is firsthand when you return after class, walking in on him pinching his nipples as he bucks his hips and humps into your pillow. his desperate whines of your name tug at your heartstrings as you coo at his pathetic display. he really does get lonely though - billy likes imagining how it would feel to be hugged by you whenever he's feeling chilly upstairs

he will sit on your face as he gets off on demeaning you, sensually running his fingers over his cockhead as he rests his tight balls on the bridge of your nose. he has a knack for degrading you but isn't able to resist praising you, babbling about how good you're being for him and how hard he is because of you

he scatters polaroid cum tributes around your room whenever he visits without you noticing. all of the photos he took of you are eerie and at angles that could only be explained by him tailing you throughout your day-to-daylife. don't feel paranoid though, he's only wanting to ensure your safety! unfortunately, the evidence of his lurking was too tempting for him... it's now permanently stained with evidence of his lust. hope you like the present

billy asks you to buy him a vibrator for christmas! why- what do you mean no? but he gets lonely, he'll need something to keep him company. would you change your mind if he says you can use it on him too? :>

he cleans up your room to the best of his ability! he's not all altruistic though... billy steals your chewed pencils, sniffs your dirty underwear and swaps out your sweaty pillowcases to cuddle with and huff your scent from later

billy lenz is actually gross. he will want to bend over you and bury his nose into your chest, armpits and crotch after a long day. your sweat is such a turn-on for him, his cock swelling the moment you swing open your dorm door with a tired groan

if he wants to be more submissive to you, he'll beg you to help him cum by lightly grinding your foot into his throbbing cock. billy's bulge may strain against his sweatpants and tears may roll down his face, but the damp patch betrays his filthy arousal as it grows progressively bigger. the moment you comment on his enjoyment, he flushes deep red and his masochistic grin betrays how drunk he is on the pressure of your foot

tie him to a chair with old christmas lights he found in the attic, the glass bulb clinking together as he shivers at your teasing - slowly suck his cock and trail up to his tip with your tongue, edging him to the point of tears. he drools as you squeeze his cock slightly in his hand and scold him for being such a pervert

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amab hcs

he mutters how soft your skin is and how handsome you look under him. yes, he might narrate the entire time (in third person, nonetheless) but billy never fails to groan how amazing you feel as you clench around him

if you lie quietly in bed, you'll hear obscene and muffled ramblings about your 'juicy piggy cock' and billy's perverted fantasies drifting down from the paneled ceiling

if you roll onto your back throughout a night when billy pays you a visit, he'll palm and kiss at your bulge as you sleep. he hisses in delight whenever you hump into his warm mouth, muffled noises becoming breathier with each passing moment. his guilty pleasure is dragging his tongue along your length and hearing your bleary whimpers

find two dildos that have a similar size and shape as you! he is pretty inexperienced in same-sex relationships, so why not help him practice? it'll be much easier for him to train his hole and gag reflex if he can practice on your size, even when you're away from your dorm :>

billy gets extremely jealous whenever you speak to anyone ever :( if he catches you planning a date or even talking to someone else, he'll whine a lot more than normal and sniffle down the line the next time you pick up the receiver. he might be able to pass it off as his normal attitude and shenanigans, but you know him better than he gives you credit for. invite him down to your room, cuddle him for a bit and fuck him into the mattress to show how much you care - whisper about how good he's being for you and mark up his neck with love bites

tangle your fingers in his hair as you kiss down his jaw, guiding him to sit in your lap as you shift in your seat and buck up into him. watch as his eyes roll and his tongue lolls as you hit his prostate over and over, fucking him dumb so easily

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afab hcs

he mutters how soft your skin is and how pretty you look under him. yes, he might narrate the entire time (in third person, nonetheless) but he groans out how amazing you feel as you take him down to the balls

if you lie quietly in bed, you'll hear obscene and muffled ramblings about your 'pretty piggy cunt' and billy's perverted fantasies drifting down from the paneled ceiling

billy cums all over your pussy as you sleep, leaving you to blearily wake up in confusion as it cools on your skin. it's already a messy cleanup, so be thankful he didn't choose to mark his territory your whole body

he wants you to sit on his face!! billy will eat you out like no tomorrow, throbbing and leaking uncontrollably into your sheets. he slurps and sucks on your clit until you see stars - despite his inexperience, his vigor and obvious enjoyment makes up for his sloppy movements

he squishes and squeezes at your tits as he sits crisscross on your mattress, staring in fascination. his excitement visibly increases at every mewl and whine from your mouth, jolting at your louder noises and chuckling at your breathless gasps. the softness of your breasts always catches him off-guard, his constant need to cum all over your chest becoming more and more obvious

the lewd sounds of him stroking his cock and you fingering your cunt are all the more prevalent whenever you're lying down together and he's spooning you. he's panting into your hair, wrapping his free arm around your waist from behind as you circle you clit firmly. the obscene, sloppy sounds echoing throughout your room end up on replay in both your heads for the next day

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ftm hcs

he mutters how soft your skin is and how handsome you look under him. yes, he might narrate the entire time (in third person, nonetheless) but he groans out how amazing you feel as you take him to the hilt

if you lie quietly in bed, you'll hear obscene and muffled ramblings about your 'wet piggy hole' and billy's perverted fantasies drifting down from the paneled ceiling

billy cums all over your boypussy as you sleep, leaving you to blearily wake up in confusion as it cools on your skin. it's already a messy cleanup, so be thankful he didn't choose to mark your skin up as well. he's a notorious biter and will not shy away from leaving bruises to ward off competition

he loves cornering you against your wall in the middle of the night - everything from the feeling of your arousal coating onto his fingers as he jerks you off, to the sharpness of your teeth biting into his shoulders as you muffle yourself. his favourite part is feeling your muscles slowly relaxing as you come down from your high

he suckles on your tcock as you leak down and coat his chin in your cum. billy will be a menace and run his cockhead against your hole and use your precum to jack off, coating your heated skin in his thick spend

he loves hearing how ruined the both of you become whenever you fuck yourself on his cock - he has the perfect vantage point to watch you bounce on his lap as he digs his fingers into your waist, sloppy sounds echoing around the room as his balls slap against your ass. billy's panting whimpers sound so pretty as he grits his teeth whenever you clench on his length

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mtf hcs

he mutters how soft your skin is and how pretty you look under him. yes, he might narrate the entire time (in third person, nonetheless) but he groans out how amazing you feel as you clench around him. he has a habit of burying his nose in your hair whenever he bottoms out, needing to be drowned in your scent and the feeling of your pussy

if you lie quietly in bed, you'll hear obscene and muffled ramblings about your 'pretty piggy hole' and billy's perverted fantasies drifting down from the paneled ceiling

if you roll onto your back throughout the night, he mouths at your bulge as you sleep. he hisses in delight whenever you hump into his warm mouth, muffled noises becoming breathier with each throb against his lips

he will swipe a lipstick or two for you - the sight of you with it smeared all over your face after a rough facefucking makes him giggle with glee, the pigment staining the base of his cock. he thinks you're all the more beautiful when he gets to ruin your makeup after you're all done up for him

billy latches onto your tits whenever you're shirtless - he loves leaving teeth marks and bruises around your nipples, practically marking his territory. he especially loves when the purple love-bites peek out over the cup of your bra :>

he loves bending you over your bed whenever he fucks you, your face buried in your pillow to muffle you loud noises as your girlcock dribbles all over your sheets. it's not like billy isn't making a mess either - his drool flying everywhere as he fucks you in a frenzy, balls slapping against the back of your pretty thighs. no matter how much or how deep he cums in you, it always dribbles back out of you and stains your bedding with the drying droplets

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if modern day billy lenz had a ph account and made videos of him masturbating in the dark (while making his weird noises and shit), he would have a solid fanbase of weirdos who find it creepy and hot. i'm saying this as someone who would watch him religiously btw :>

thanks for reading. lmk if you liked it. if i got anything wrong, don't hesitate to tell me.

stay safe.

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kiss-theggoat · 10 months

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Over the Phone

Billy Lenz x Reader

Word Count: 1.6K

Summary: You and your Sorority sisters have been receiving some pretty scary phone calls, but you’re too embarrassed to admit that you don’t hate answering them.

Warnings: Billy is nasty, Lewd language, Smut, Mutual Masturbation, Billy refers to reader’s female anatomy and female anatomy is used but no pronouns

Ah, Christmas. The most wonderful time of the year, especially in this cozy home. You’d never seen so many twinkle lights, strings of garland, or pieces of mistletoe in one area. All of the sisters really went all out this year, and you couldn’t be happier.

With a record in the background playing Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree, you hummed along to the tune while grabbing the hot tray out from the oven. Your sugar cookies had become tradition, and you really liked making them for you and your sisters. The low lighting of the kitchen, illuminated by red and green bulbs along with a few candles on the dining table really set the festive mood, and your heart swelled with Christmas spirit.

You spent nearly an hour frosting snowmen, snowflakes, candy canes, little trees, and a couple reindeer. Hunched over the counter with a bag of frosting in your hand, hair a mess and a smear of blue frosting on your right cheek, you suddenly heard a commotion coming from outside the kitchen. You groaned, as you were nearly done frosting, but wanting to see what was going on in the living room.

The piping bag thudded against the counter as you plopped it down, licking some frosting from your finger.

“What’s going on?” You asked, walking into a circle of sorority girls. They were surrounding Jess, who looked sufficiently upset and had the phone pressed against her ear. Once you saw this you knew. She was on the phone with “The Moaner” as you and the girls so affectionately dubbed him. A creep who’d been prank calling the house for the last couple of weeks, and boy was he vulgar. At first everyone thought it was just a frat house that was messing around, but it’s been going on for months, and the phone calls are getting worse and worse. Bad to the point where you know none of the frat guys are doing it. Or, if they are, you could probably get them in huge trouble.

Jess held up a finger in a shushing motion to quiet Barbara, who was practically yelling at the man on the phone. She liked to antagonize him. You could hear the man’s voice over the phone, and only then you realized how loud he must be talking. Jess scrunched her face in disgust. You knew she hated taking the obscene calls, so you held your hand out to her. She placed the receiver in your hand, and reluctantly, you held the speaker up to your ear. The girls around you waited anxiously for your reaction, and immediately your cheeks went red.

“Piggy cunt, you want my fat cock...I'll stick my tongue up your pretty pussy.”

You were flustered. The feeling that rose to your chest was not entirely unpleasant, and you felt a teensy bit ashamed about the fact you didn’t hate what the man was saying to you. I mean, the term ‘piggy’ was a little strange, but the rest made the butterflies in your stomach bounce off the walls.

You cleared your throat, trying to play it cool. “Who…w-who is this?”

“Suck on my juicy cock! I'll come over…I'll come over and you can…you can suck it. Suck it! Okay?”

The man sounded frantic, yelling loud in your ear. Suddenly, Barb snatched the phone from you.

“Why don’t you call Lambda Chi, they could use some action, creep.” She slammed the phone down hard, holding her drink and cigarette in the other hand. “Just ignore him next time. It’s annoying having to talk to him!”

You stood there, frosting still smeared on your face as you listened to everyone walk away from the phone, arguing with an increasingly drunk Barb. You decided to let it go for now, walking back towards the kitchen.

Half an hour later, your cookies were done and served to your sorority sisters. They lay out on the table in the living room next to three empty cups that once held cold milk. It was later at night now, and only you, Barb, and Jess sat downstairs. Everyone else had gone to bed. The music had been turned down and you flipped through a novel, cuddled up with a quilt and legs swinging over the side of an armchair.

You swore you felt your heart drop when Barb jumped up out of nowhere, still holding a half smoked cigarette away from her face. “Oh…” she groaned, hand on her stomach. “I’m gonna spew…”

She walked quickly towards the bathroom. You and Clare made eye contact, dreading who had to go help her this time.

You held your hands up in defense, pages fluttering. “I cleaned her puke out of Phyl’s sweater last time, you’re it.”

Clare whined as she stood up, throwing her textbook and notebook down back onto the couch. “Fine…” and off she went.

You were happy to be in peace now, reading by the light of the dying fire and the colorful lights hung around the room. The tree in the corner made your heart happy, so you always sat facing it.

Ring Ring.

You muttered a few cuss words at being interrupted again, but during the holiday season, phone calls were important. Usually from family or friends wanting to make plans with someone. Your socks slid on the hardwood as you nearly slipped standing up, book being slammed down on the table.

“Hello?” You said, sounding more unfriendly than you meant to. After all, it was nearly midnight. Who was calling the house at this time?

“Pretty piggy cunt! Billy wants to lick it, wants to touch it.”

You sighed, leaning against the cabinet the phone laid atop. Your brain said to hang up and just leave the phone off the hook, but your body told you to listen to this man, which is apparently named Billy. What’s he saying now? You tried to decipher but instead of words…he was just moaning now. A deep silky voice, usually aggressive and loud was now soft and breathy with soft whines every once in a while. The sound of his moans immediately made you perk up, heat pooling in the base of your stomach.

“Pretty piggy suck on my cock…” he moaned, louder this time in the receiver.

You bit your lip and pulled on the cord in order to check your surroundings. The hallway was clear, and so was the living room. You turned around…so was the kitchen. Barb and Clare must still be in the bathroom, and everyone else was in bed. You decided you were safe to indulge a little. No one would find out, right?

A shaking hand trailed down the center of your chest and down to the button of your jeans. With one hand you popped it open and slid down the rest of the way, nestled inside your underwear. You decided to be a little brave.

“Billy…” you said quietly. “It is Billy, right…?”

A loud moan on the other end of the line confirmed your question. “Wanna fuck pretty piggy cunt.” He growled. Your lips parted as you rubbed circles over yourself, pleasure running through your whole body. This guy had really gotten you hot and bothered.

“I’m going to touch myself, Billy.” You whispered, eyes locked on the hallway that the bathroom was in. All the sound on the other end stopped, and so did you, tensing up. You were suddenly horrified and humiliated, what if this actually was just some stupid frat guy carrying on a joke too long? What if it’s one of the sister's boyfriends and you’d just revealed the fact that you were going to get off on the phone with a stranger?

Your fears were eased when you heard shuffling, and then loud moans once more. Growls and squeals broke up his moans, reminding you he was still nuts, but you didn’t care. There was, however, a new sound. A wet slapping sound on the other end made your stomach erupt with lightning bolts. He was touching himself too. Your fingers moved faster, deftly circling your clit in desperation. You hunched over the cabinet, elbows aching from the pressure.

“Pretty cunt…wet piggy pussy, Billy wants…”

You closed your eyes before remembering to stay on guard, grip so tight on the phone you were sure it’d snap. Without realizing, a few whimpers and pants slid from between your lips despite how hard you tried to clamp them shut. You clenched your thighs and laid your head against the wood, pushing the receiver closer to your ear, hoping somehow you could magically make him even louder, loud enough to fill you completely.

Already, you were close, and from the way he was whining and whimpering on the other end, he was too. You started to cum, dropping the receiver on the cabinet and slapping a hand over your mouth, legs shaking and clenching together as you writhed, struggling to stand up. Billy’s moans filled your ear on the other side, and you both went silent and still at the same time. You laid against the cabinet, taking deep breaths and trying to be as quiet as possible.

Billy hung up the line, more concerned with how beautiful you looked illuminated by the Christmas lights. Or, at least he thought so, from the hole in the ceiling he watched you through.

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ivanzplaid · 10 months

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okay a bit of an odd request but my way of flirting is oddly threatening like “i want to hallow out your chest and live in your rib cage :((“ to me it’s endearing 🙏 and i totally want to see slasher hc on how they’d react !! idc what slashers you use and you can be as silly as u want !! i think it’d be funny with Stu though ^^

hi!! dont sorry about odd requests, i love seeing everybodies ideas, and i love this!! im also so excited about me choosing the slashers so ill pick a variety🫶

slashers will includdeee; Baby Firefly, Otis Driftwood, RZ Michael Myers, Billy Lenz, Stu Matcher

Slashers x Gn! Reader | Odd Flirting

Warnings: Language, Fluff, mentions of murder

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Baby Firefly

oh she thinks its hilarious

you share a twisted sense of love? shes giggling at every sentence and comment you say, a hand hovering over her mouth to try to calm herself

she never thought if flirting like that before, but now that shes heard it shes as into it as you are

"You're too clever sweetheart! I woulda never thought of it like that, hm <3"

it started when you were helping her eith makeup for a show, she was bedazzled with a beautiful dress and a gorgeous amount of makeup over her already pretty face

you put on her lipstick and mindlessly let it slip, and before you know it shes smiling confused, asking uou to repeat what you said

she sees you laugh nervously before repeating it, and all she does is think about it before smiling, kissing your cheek to leave a red lipstick print, and then wants to come up with her own

she always likes to hear them, because not only is it sentimental and intimate to her, she loves to have somebody who acts or thinks a little like her, so maybe the more twisted / odder the flirting, she feels secure and that she understands you

will pout when she cant think of any, itll come with time

she wants to say some to you to see how you react, ahe loves i serving you when it happens and laughing, then hugging you

she claims her inspiration came from "her smart little doll"

a kiss after every comment is complimentary of course

"Aren't you just the cutest, I always learn the most with you!"

Otis Driftwood

"Fuck did you just say to me Darlin?"

takes the compliment very differently than baby, he thinks of it more of the gruesome manner than the romantic aspect, you may have to explain it to him

even after that he thinks its hilarious, did you come up with that yourself? fuckin genius

he says them back witty, but he loves to tease you about it, making them in snarky tones and drawn out phrases

he thinks of them a lot in his free time, analyzing them deeper than anybody else would think of it, because while he agrees theres a closeness to it, he wants to know why

will write down every one you say, for multiple reasons

your compliments give him ideas on his art, specifically the human-genre work of his, but when he thinks of you while carving and cutting hes never been more at peace

asks you about them at night so he can laugh while youre dozing off in his chest

most likely began when you two were awake late in the night because you couldnt sleep, and some rare sweet talk was going on before you said it

"Jesus honey, say that again?"

hes always amused when you speak, he treasures every sentence

"Sugar I need you to repeat that one, I didn't quite catch that,"

"Y'know, I thought that was what came out of that damn witty mouth of yours!"

RZ Michael Myers

he doesnt quite get it, but since he doesnt recieve compliments a lot, he doesnt think too much of it

he thinks of it along side his favor of killing, so in a way he can see the gorier side of it, and since he doesnt see anything wrong with that, he doesnt mind your flirting

he imagines what you said as hes on one of his sprees, he thinks your mind is excellent because hes never had as much fun without your ideas like that

he probably tries to think about the deeper meaning behind it, reflecting it in his art, and giving it to you to show his form of endearment

hes not really capable of reproducing flirtation it to you, since be doesnt have a good idea of it, but he has his own ways of loving you back

he'll tap you with his knife to get your attention when these start up, maybe tapping your heart lightly with the tip of it when you turn to look at him

will 100% hold you so youll stay in place, its his version if quality time, he grasps your side firmly and stares in silence, he thinks its endearing

guides you by the shoulders to take you somewhere

he has no opinion on your comments, but they do affect how he shows affection in some ways <3

Billy Lenz

possibly in the top 3 for king of twisted flirtatious comments, you went to the right man

he is EXCITED when you say it, hes definitely thought of flirting like that but has never been able to put it into words

"Billy likes this! Billy's pretty piggy is smart <3"

he will now use this 24/7, its his thing now, he thinks of comments youve never thought of before

whenever he sees and greets you, or wishes you goodnight, its always a "Billy wishes he could live in his special piggy," or "Heartbeats make Billy jealous, he should be there" he thinks its so intimate and smart

competitions come up with who can come up with more, its his favorite activity, he loves to test and play with you

new things to the relationship make him so happy, so this is oerfect

whenever you say these things to him, its like his hyperactivity shoots up

your sincerity is near and dear to his heart, he craves it now, he loves when you supply it

overall this only closens the relationship and makes him feel more comfortable, you inspire him and hes overjoyed, this is his pride and joy

"Billy loves his smart piggy!!"

Stu Matcher

normally he'd be the king of saying the most outrageous shit possible, he loves to catch people off guard and make you have to pause before you say anything

so when you say say something about how you wanna live in his ribcage, bro looks at you for a good minute with this face: 😲

"well you won that game babe, what did you say???"

he laughs hysterically while being confused, because you just outwitted him

"woahhh.. totally a creepy vibe, i love that!"

he likes to mess with billy and everybody else about it, crediting you as the 'founder' of it while shaking you by your shoulders

he likes to write down new ideas and recite them back to you, having eachother rate the newest ones you think of

if were being real, he probably takes some ideas from his killing onto these so they can be more intimate, hes a creative man who sees opportunity in every corner

because its in the gag-business, he deep dives and makes a fake analysis of 'what makes these compliments better than the rest' and presents it to you

everytime you say another one he does have to pause to think about it, hes a goofy little guy but these comments are more complicated so give the fella some time to realize what you said

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1dum-slasher-writer · 1 month

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Day 4, BILLY LENZZZZZ (1974 very.)

NSFW DUH, SCROLL IF YOU DON'T LIKE 🙌

•Okay, we all know damn well bro is a virgin. Attics aren't exactly a sex advantage that Billy thinks he has.

•He genuinely doesnt know the difference between men and women down there, so don't be surprised when bro starts acting up when you get naked.

•He can't keep quiet, and in the movie, we can see how... Loud he can get. (Talkin abt that one attic scene buddy 🤨)

•He is not trimmed. At all. You will physically have to hold his wild ass down to get a decent amount off down there.

•Doesnt understand sex is supposed to be pleasurable to both parties, so bro isn't the best at foreplay... And after that, he's like a wild animal that hasn't found a mate in heat.

•Unpopular opinion, he DOES NOT have a mommy/daddy kink (mostly mommy bc of what his mom did 😨). We all know what he feels abt his mom through his very explicit language from the receiver.

•Mutual masterbation is basically daily with him. He loves to see you squirm, and he loves to get off. 🤷

#headcannons #smut #black christmas 1974 #billy lenz #billy lenz smut #billy lenz x male reader #billy lenz 1974 #billy lenz x reader #billy lenz x you #billy lenz x gn reader #black christmas #1974 movie #1974 black Christmas #slashers x male reader #slashers #slasher smut #slashers gnr

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all-hail-the-crows · 1 year

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Billy riding

// GN, straight up smut, Billy being Billy

(I'm doing this point form because I already have too many fics in the works)

Teasing Billy's cock with one hand as you hold yourself just above his length

Him growling at you to fuck yourself with him already

Finally lowering yourself slowly onto his cock, sliding him into you, propping your hands against his still clothed chest

Feeling his length throb as it slides in and out of your hole

Billy grabbing your hips, trying to get deeper into you as he chases his orgasm

He's moaning and babbling under you, telling you just how tight you are around his cock and how good you're making him feel

Feeling your hole tighten around his dick, and him squirm underneath you in pleasure

Billy's volume increasing as he cums into you, hanging onto your forearms as he continues to spew garbled words and moan and praise you

He'll beg you to keep going, make him cum all over again until it's dripping out of you

You keep riding him, your ass grinding against his hips, Billy slowly getting hard again inside you as you get closer to your own climax

Feeling the blood and heat rush to your own sex as you fall forward to Billy's chest as moans escape from your lips and into Billy's turtleneck

Of course Billy isn't done yet, pleas of more more more fall from his lips, garbled with moans of his own

Even in the few moments where you're recovering, he starts to thrust up into you, desperate to get off inside you again

#billy lenz #black christmas #black christmas 1974 #billy lenz x you #billy lenz x reader #billy lenz smut #slasher x reader

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bloodytittiez · 27 days

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hey guys [*gets shot*] I know I've never posted any of my writings before, even though I write fanfiction, but this has been collecting dust in my google docs page for nearly two years and it was too good to not share it with you my little kinky freaks/lh/aff (at least I think so)! I hope you enjoy this little smut fic - English isn't my first language so excuse some possible spelling and grammar errors, please... also, KEEP IN MIND THIS WAS A DRAFT! There's a lot of time skips and I doubt I'll ever finish it.

CONTENT WARNING: AFAB reader, vaginal sex, oral sex, teasing, heavy dirty talking, sex without condom, consensual non-consensual, phone sex, masturbation, public sex, porn with plot.

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Red and blue lights flickering outside, tree branches tapping against the snowy windows of the sorority house. The soft, slow tunes and delicious scents of cinnamon and ginger cookies flowing in the air...

Christmas, such a family centered holiday where there's only place for laughs and sweet surprises, was completely ruined yet another year by him.

It was the fourth time in the night the moaner called. You could see your roommates gag at the blasphemies and curses the stranger yelled at the phone to each one of them– while you seemed to enjoy them in secret.

《Nasty… F-Filthy piggy. Bi-Billy has a big juicy fat cock he k-knows you’d love to suck on… I-It’s dripping wet and it f-fits in your mouth.》

You crossed your legs as ‘‘Billy’’ —you had no idea if that even was his actual name— spat nonsensical words for the sake of feeling some friction against your womanhood. His descriptions were so detailed that you could picture them perfectly in your head.

《Billy w-will kill each one of you… Tonight.》He breathed out in a way that felt almost a threat, his sentence getting distorted when it reached the other side of the line. Everyone could tell he was all tensed up for the way he gripped the phone.

《I can’t stand you anymore, you fucking pig!》

《Pig… P-piggy! Naughty piggy…》 The moaner repeated, mocking a very stressed out Jess Bradford.

《Jess.》 You interrupted the leader of your group with a serene expression, finally standing up from your seat when you felt her anxiety grow. 《Let me take care of the situation.》 You suggested while you took the device out of her hands before she would say anything, and covering the speaker you added something;

《Why don’t you guys go to bed? It’s way too late already.》

《But we can’t leave you alone with that creep!》 Jess exclaimed.

《Don’t worry about it. Someone has to confront him already and that’s going to be me.》 You answered, already building up enough courage to complete the task. 《Please.》 You looked up at the concerned eyes of every girl occupying the room while you could hear Billy talking to himself on the other side of the line. 《You girls need some rest. It’s been a long day.》

Jess and the rest stood there in silence, trusting your words. She gave you a small nod and parted her lips to articulate a silent ‘‘thank you’’ before leaving the room with relief. You knew she didn’t have enough energy to argue, and so did the rest.

You smiled when you returned to the call, grabbing the phone with distinguished elegance in your movements. A soft smile formed in your face and felt a sudden flock of butterflies inside of your stomach. It definitely wasn’t a good idea to play along with who you knew was a creep, but a part of you loved the thrill and danger in doing that. You could hear your sweet mother’s voice in your head begging to stop what you were doing as you answered Billy. To hell with her warnings of not picking up the phone to strangers!

Tonight was going to be different. May this be your very own Christmas gift…

《Hello, Billy.》 You tried not to come off as rude at first.

《Yes, yes… Hello there, my darling… It's so nice to hear your voice. You sound like an angelic creature.》

《Do you know who I am?》 You asked.

《 Yes... Yes, I know you. The quietest slut of the bunch. Billy loves to see your pretty ass swaying around when you walk. Yes… You filthy, nasty whore love to tease Billy’s cock. I know that well. Billy saw this naughty piggy touch herself… S-saw you cry out for Billy in the intimacy of your room.》

You couldn’t help but fluster at his obscene rambling and switched the phone to your other hand. You were the kind of person that would move around constantly when you felt nervous about something. In this case, a stranger that saw you masturbate plenty of times before. Poor you… How many times exactly did Billy hear you pronounce his name under muffled moans? You could feel your heart rate at the top of your throat, flooded in embarrassment as he playfully mocked you.

But; back to his confession though, you definitely couldn’t deny something that was completely true and after spending some seconds in silence you finally spoke up, a cigarette being held in between two of your shaky fingers so you could calm yourself down.

《Would you like me to do it now? Touch myself for you?》

《Yes. Yes. YES!》 He demanded in an almost feral manner.

You nodded in response to his pleas as the flame of your lighter lit the cigarette and kept paying attention to his delicious blasphemies. You were enjoying the moment more than you would like to admit. 《Touch yourself f-for B-Billy...》 He insisted, despair breaking in his voice. 《I want to hear your sweet moans like when you finger yourself alone.》

You held the phone between your ear and your shoulder, letting one of your hands completely free and trailing down to your skirt as the mysterious man dictated. 《Roll your skirt up… Billy wants to see your juicy ass aswell.》

Your pussy soon got filled with two of your fingers, exploring every inch of your insides.

You were so warm…

So wet…

It was hard to believe how turned on you could get by the phone calls of a creep. Being manipulated in such ways by a man that you'd never seen before.

《I'm doing it, Billy…》 You sighed, moaning his name under your soft breath. 《I'm touching myself.》

The mysterious man groaned and panted on the other side of the line, incapable of forming coherent words. 《Move the phone down to your pretty slick… Billy wants to hear the sound of your wet cunt.》

His voice sent chills down your spine while you placed the speaker close to your pussy, fingering it with oh, such passion in every one of your circular motions. Obviously, you made sure that the sound of the friction of your digits was audible enough for Billy.

《Fuck…》 He groaned once more. 《I want to taste your pretty pink cunt… Oh Y...Yes… I will. I bet it tastes as sweet as you do. B-Billy wants to lick your tits and your round juicy ass.》 The man chuckled with a childish tone as you could hear him stroking his length while getting indulged in his fantasies. 《Suck on your nipples too… Squeeze those tits ‘till they turn red like two christmas ornaments…》

His words made you shove your fingers even deeper in you. You were getting too carried away right when you heard the mysterious man hang up the phone.

You grabbed it close to your ear, wondering what happened.

《Hello? Billy? Are you still there?》

Only the empty beeping of the phone answered you, leaving you completely disappointed and wet.

You took a deep puff of your cigarette and hung up the phone in return when you got tired of listening to the dull melody of the lost connection, then mumbled something and decided to go to your room for some rest too. Maybe Jess and Barb were right after all, there was no point on wasting your time on that fucking moaner guy you all couldn’t stand.

You turned off the lights outside, blew the candles in the living room and grabbed a little candy cane from the coffee table. You thought the night was over and your only comfort now was a little sugary treat.

But, when you suddenly walked into a dark corner of the stairs, a pair of big hands pinned you on the wall. An audible yelp escaped your lips as you heard a man's voice speaking in an attempt to reassure you. It was the same one you'd always hear on the phone.

《Shh… S...Shhh… It's okay… It's me, Billy.》

The man caressed your cheeks in a sloppy manner and covered your mouth. 《Pretty piggy… Where do you think you are going? Billy isn't finished with you yet… There are so many nasty things Billy wants to do to you…》

You tried to pick small bits of his face in the darkness when he slowly released you from his grasp. It felt rather strange to see him in person.

A tall figure partially hidden in the shadows, green eyes that would stare directly into your soul and long, curly hair caressing the sides of his forehead. Billy's description didn't fit his personality at all. He had the looks of a gentleman but the mouth of the devil. Although; you had to be honest about something. You still wanted to fuck Billy despite of his looks. They didn't matter much to you when his low and menacing tone is what drove you absolutely crazy for him at first.

His hot breath hitting against your neck soon turned you on again.

《Billy… I thought you weren't interested in me anymore. Why did you hang up on me?》You pouted, wanting to tease him as an act of revenge.

The way you said those words, with such a sweet yet innocent tone made the man react in ways you exactly wanted him to.

《N...No. Billy came a-all the way here to see you. Billy craves your body.》

You dragged his fingers across the line of your lips as an excuse to turn him on as well. You liked the way he sounded, so nervous. He could break down at any moment and you liked that.

The warmth of his digits along the surface of your puffy lips, bringing goosebumps across your whole body. You parted your lips and spoke again.

《How much do you crave my body?》 You attempted to lick his index finger to which got you a slight moan in response.

《S-So much...》

《Show me then, Billy. I’ve been wanting to do this for the longest time…》

You finally confessed while you rolled your tongue out of your mouth and placed his finger on top. You sucked on it gently from the base to the tip.

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Billy yanked your hair with such strength, dragging your puffy velvet lips to his dripping cock. His tip forced them open and soon his shaft filled your mouth hole.

Strands of hair tangled up around his fingers, both of you now locked together for god knows how long. You made the man shiver with anticipation as his tip brushed the back of your throat, leaving it hot and irritated.

You couldn't help but gag and drool repeatedly for he didn't give you a single break. But you didn't mind. You finally had what you craved.

‘‘Billy's juicy fat cock…’’

His words showed up in your brain, accompanied by a clear image of the cock that was stuffing your mouth in that very moment. Your horny mind couldn't help but recap every single quote that made you fall madly in love with him. Blame it on your degrading kink as a result of many failed relationships.

Billy bent you over with the same strength as before, ripping a yelp out of your throat while you grabbed the handrails so you wouldn't fall down the stairs and cause a scene.

Your ass now completely exposed was facing him, rubbing against his wet cock.

The man leaned over you and hands crawled around your stomach to hold you firmly as he would start rocking his hips at a slow pace. His left hand roamed free around your belly and later your clit, while his right one stayed busy pinching and twisting your nipples ever so slightly.

Billy could make you scream at any given time.

He could definitely break you. Turn you into his pretty little fucktoy, but having sex in a set of stairs definitely required some precaution.

《Billy. We should move somewhere else…》You gasped as soon as you could catch some air and already felt your whole body sore from standing up there. 《What if someone wakes up and sees us here?》

《If someone sees us…》 He repeated. 《I…It won't matter. I want them to see YOU moaning f-for Billy. Want them t…to see just how good you can take a cock.》

He purred into your ear as he covered your mouth to force your jaw open widely for him. Holding your breasts better around his hands he rubbed them together and squeezed them. You felt his wet cock pressing against your folds, desperately trying to make its way inside of you. God it felt so good to finally experience how all of his sinful threats came true one by one. Little whines came out of your mouth when you tried to accommodate to his size but he didn't let you. He was more than aware of his power and chuckled playfully.

《Billy's cock feels so good inside of your wet cunt. You are taking it so well. So tremendously well. Don't stop squealing, my little dirty piggy.》

You obeyed and let out a bunch of more moans caused by the pain of quick and deep thrusts. It was embarrassing to echo your satisfaction to an empty living room... And definitely hoped the girls closed their doors upstairs.

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Billy noticed the red and white swirled candy that you were holding in your hands and took it from you while he turned your body around so that you could face him now.

Still holding your waist, he licked the candy cane until it would remain a little damped. You were staring at his eyes in a mix of excitement and curiosity the whole time and snickered.

He spreaded your folds and shoved the candy inside.

《Billy's gonna make this wet cunt even tastier.》

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The chorus of early birds singing outside and gentle sunrays kissing your face woke you up the next morning. You stretched your arms, your legs and then… A pinch on your sore waist fully woke you up. You remembered what happened last night soon after that and smiled.

You sat up in bed and noticed a candy cane wrapped its plastic with a small green bow and a note. You had no idea when and how it got there, perhaps Claude; the sorority cat stole it from the silver platter downstairs and left it in your bed as a mere coincidence. You elongated your arm to pick it up and brushed strands of hair behind your ears to read it better.

It said ''Merry Christmas. With love, Billy'' in a surprisingly tidy calligraphy.

His name made your heart flutter and cheeks aroused when you remembered more details about last night.

You unwrapped the candy cane and tasted it, its sweet flavor melting in your tongue.

Maybe Christmas wasn't completely ruined this year.

#fanfic #smut #black christmas 1974 #black christmas #billy lenz #billy lenz x reader #billy lenz x you #slashers #slasher community #slasher movies #slasher smut #billy lenz smut #female reader

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wildgirllz · 1 year

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Slashers x bubbly!girlfriend:

#billy loomis x stu macher x reader #slasher x s/o #billy loomis x reader #slasher x you #slasher x reader #slashers x oc #stu macher x reader #micheal myers x reader #jason vorhees x reader #thomas hewitt x reader #bo sinclair x reader #baby firefly x reader #lester sinclair x reader #otis driftwood #Otis driftwood x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #billy lenz x you #billy lenz x reader #slashers x you

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slicznymartwy · 9 months

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saccharine (you're billy's favorite.)

cis fem reader

warning: billy's being fucking weird again. stalking you from inside the house, stealing your panties, humping your pillow, breaking into your room and masturbating. dead dove stuff. don't read if that bothers you

read on ao3 here

Pushing open the door to the sorority house with all your might, you step inside with a relieved sigh. Finally, you’re home.

“Hello!” you call out, smiling to yourself as you waited for your sisters to respond. You unwrap your scarf until it hangs around neck and, still in silence, you lean against the banister to unzip your boots. Carefully, you peel them off – they’re brand new and a little damp from melting snow – and you leave them by the door to dry off.

“Hello?” you call out again, walking through the living room. “Is anyone home?” Still no answer.

You shrug off your heavy coat and hang it with the others. Some coats were missing, and some were left behind – it was the kind of day where the brightly shining sun staved off the bitter freezing wind enough that some students opted for their nicer lighter jackets. You, on the other hand, knew you ran too cold to be comfortable with just a sweater and denim jacket.

Turning away from the coats, you face the daunting house. Could you really be alone?

Sighing, you walk into the kitchen and pour yourself a glass of water from the tap, drinking half of it in one go. You gasp to catch your breath; you hadn’t realized you were so thirsty. Filling it up again, you walk a loop through the main floor before deciding that no one is hiding from you. Standing on the first landing of the stairs, you look up to the dark second floor.

“Hello? Seriously, you guys,” you call out, trepidatiously taking the first step. Taking a deep breath, you gather your courage and climb up the stairs. The sun is still shining, you tell yourself, there’s no reason to be afraid.

At the top landing, you glance down the hallway. You had always loved the sorority house, but it was moments like this that really scared you. An old house like this seemed to create shadows even on the brightest days. Every nook and cranny seemed to hold some villain, in your paranoid mind. Steeling yourself for the last time, you take a fortifying breath and hurl yourself up and beeline it for Clare’s room. You freeze when you take in the sight before you.

Clare, who was usually one of the first to get back from her morning lectures, was fast asleep in her bed. She was still wearing her day clothes, even down to her shoes. With a fond smile, you carefully close the door without making too much noise. You know your friend was overwhelmed with classes, and you’re just glad your yelling didn’t wake her up.

Feeling better now that you weren’t totally alone, you walk down the hall to your room, no longer jumping at every shadow you passed by. You laugh quietly to yourself, shaking your head at your overactive imagination.

Clicking on the lights to your bedroom, you leave the glass of water at your nightstand and sit down on the edge of your bed. You had plenty of assignments and projects to work on but seeing Clare nap made you feel a little sleepy too. With your hands resting on your stomach, you feel your eyes start to close on their own volition. You can always catch up with your work in the evening, you promise yourself. Just as you’re about to lose consciousness, you jump at the sound of the ringing phone.

You have no interest in picking it up, and if it was just you in the house, you probably would have let it ring until the caller gave up. With Clare trying to catch up with sleep next door, though, you rush downstairs to pick it up.

“Hello,” you say, hoping your voice doesn’t betray your annoyance. Hearing nothing on the line, you try again. “Hello?”

Suddenly, the receiver crackles with noise, and it sounds so much like a dirty moan that you panic and slam the handset back on the hook, chest heaving with adrenaline. Before the phone can ring again, you take the handset off the hook and run back upstairs.

The Moaner, as your house has begun calling him, was becoming a common theme of discussion among your sisters. Some of the older girls had some gross fascination with him, and they liked to huddle close and listen as group as he spouted off some of the obscenest words you had ever heard. It turned your stomach to hear him talking about what he wanted to do to them, where he wanted to put his mouth.

Shaking your head to get rid of the thought, you run back upstairs and hope that no one had an important call for the house. It would have to wait until someone else got back. There was no way you were ready to deal with the Moaner by yourself.

You wake up from your nap to the sound of your sisters from the first floor. They sound close, like they’re all standing at the front door, and you do your best to fix your bedhead before stumbling downstairs. Turning the corner at the topmost landing, you can see them all whispering amongst themselves, but it isn’t very quiet. They don’t even notice you until you’re standing on the bottom landing, looking down at them with a furrowed brow.

“What’s wrong?” you ask one of the girls. Upon hearing your voice, the room goes quiet. Nervously, you glance at their faces, and they all mirror your expression. You gulp.

“Did someone die?” you ask worriedly.

“No, no, nothing like that,” Jess said, coming to meet you on the landing. She hugs you briefly, which you return without second thought. Gently, she leads you down the steps to join the other girls.

“Well, what is it?” you ask, wanting to rip off the band aid. You hate bad news, but you hate the bitter anticipation even more.

“It’s that pervert creep, the Moaner,” Barb started. She exhaled a cloud of smoke before continuing. “He called again.”

It wasn’t good news, but it didn’t explain their reaction towards you. Looking around at their faces, you knew it wasn’t the entire story.

“Okay,” you said slowly.

“He was talking about you. Pretty specifically,” Barb said. Although she tried to play cool, you could tell it had bothered her too. Your stomach turned, but you had sick wish to know what exactly he had said. Was he mad that you hung up on him?

“He knows my name?” you ask quietly.

“No, I don’t think so,” Phyl assured her, squeezing your arm comfortingly.

“He can be very descriptive,” Barb muttered, leaving the group to sit on the couch. Like ducklings behind their mother, the girls all followed her lead and settled in the living room too.

“What did he say?” you inquire, sitting beside Barb.

“We shouldn’t,” Phyl began, looking troubled.

“Why not? It’s about her, she should know,” Barb counters. She passes her cigarette to you, which you accept gladly. You didn’t smoke often, but your nerves were starting to make your hands shake.

“Really, I don’t think it’s a good idea,” Jess says. Your lips tremble slightly as you exhale, and you cover your mouth with a feigned cough.

Barb turns to you and asses you. “Do you really want to know?”

You nod and take another drag. “Tell me.”

Barb sighs heavily and takes another cigarette from the box on the coffee table, lighting it up for herself. The other girls look at each other, a mixture of sadness and nerves on all their faces. You can’t look at them, so you look at Barb instead.

“Clare’s the one who picked up. When we all ran over, he was already saying something about waking up. He said we had to wake ‘her’ up. Wouldn’t tell us who, but you were the only one who was asleep. Said he wanted to talk to you. Started getting all mad and worked up.”

“That’s enough, Barb,” Phyl said somberly.

“I’d wanna know if someone was saying this about me,” Barb protested, gesturing with her cigarette. “She’s not a child, you know. I wish you’d all stop treating her like one.”

You push your free hand between your knees and take another drag. “What else,” you say.

“Really-“ Phyl started, but you cut her off with a dark look. Barb was right, and you hated it when they treated you this way.

“What else did he say,” you ask Barb again. Barb gives you an unhappy smile. You’ve always been addicted to her approval since you first met her.

“He said he was going to wake you up himself. He really wanted to talk to you. I mean, I don’t even know how he knew you were asleep, unless the creeps been looking in windows.” That thought makes all the girls shudder, and the tension in the room manages to get worse.

“I don’t know. He said something about waking you up with his dick or something. You know how that pervert is. It’s just words, anyways. I think he gets his rocks off by scaring us, I doubt he’s brave enough to actually come over.” Barb lets out another cloud of smoke, and you can tell that whatever he said bothered her too.

You wonder if there’s more than she’s letting on, and if she just chickened out of telling you now that you were listening. Rubbing your eye, you pretend that it doesn’t bother you.

“You’re right,” you mumble, depositing the butt of the smoke into the ashtray. Barb nudges the box towards you, but you decline with a shake of the head and a tight smile. “Thanks for telling me. Guess I should keep my curtains closed from now on, huh?”

Barb smiles back and nods, patting your knee. With a little sigh, you stand up and look at the other girls. “I have some assignments I need to finish. Can someone get me when it’s time for dinner?” Clare nods, smiling up at you, and you smile back at her. It feels more genuine than your previous smiles, and you’re suddenly glad for the camaraderie you have with everyone in the house.

You retreat upstairs before you start crying in front of them. In your room, though, you collapse on your bed and feel tears already running down your cheeks. Damn those obscene calls and damn whoever was doing that. You didn’t know what you did to steal his attention, but it makes your skin crawl to think that this guy could see you somehow. Rubbing the back of your wrist on your cheekbone, you hurry to the window to close the blinds from prying eyes.

You clear your throat and flip the page of your book as you sit at your desk. Papers and books are cluttered around you like choppy lake water, but your desk lamp becomes the moon; it calms the chaos and puts its spotlight on your little rowboat.

“Sulfur dioxide, oxygen, and sulfur trioxide are placed in a closed system and allowed to reach equilibrium at a certain temperature according to the following reaction. What is the change in enthalpy with 1 mole of sulfur trioxide,” you say quietly, head bowed over your book. Your pen starts to scribble, and you whisper to yourself as you work. Under his breath, he mouths the words, what is the change in enthalpy.

Billy can hardly hear you, but it’s more than enough. Maybe it’s even better, because he can hear the way your lips move, can hear your tongue pressing around in your mouth all over the place. He swallows heavily and readjusts his supporting arm, then his knees. His entire body feels sore, but he can’t risk getting up to stretch. Missing a single moment of you is unbearable, and he presses his face even harder against the wooden attic floor.

He felt like he was staring into a dollhouse. He wanted to grab you and hold you in his hands. He could put you down his pants, make you hold onto his cock like you were hugging a tree. The thought made him giggle, and he bit his lip to keep quiet. Stupid slut, you always distracted him.

“The pressure is increased and the temperature is kept constant. Compared to the original number of moles of sulfur dioxide, the number of moles of sulfur dioxide present after the new equilibrium is reached is… ugh, I don’t know,” you say. Billy watches you lean back in your chair and rub your eyes under your glasses.

He would love to take them. He could rub his cock all over them, he bets. Could get his sticky cum all over the glass parts. He wonders if you would notice right away (probably, if you couldn’t see through them), but then you’d have to clean them off. You would still have to touch them. Maybe he’ll just rub his pre-cum onto the black parts of it. You might never know it was there. His cock twitches against his hand, reminding him why he was doing this in the first place. Still clad in denim, he rubs against the bulge in his pants as he continues watching.

You close your book with a slappy sound and sigh heavily. It looks like you’ve had enough studying for the night, but Billy wasn’t ready for you to sleep. He wanted to talk to you, hear your voice over the phone. It wasn’t enough to listen only to your stupid schoolwork, not when he really needed to hear you crying for his cock.

If he could just figure out your name. The stupid sluts in the house didn’t understand anything the last time he called. All they had to do was wake you up and get you to the phone, but they were just blabbering and shouting. He could have lined them up and strangled them one-by-one, he was so mad.

You were getting ready for bed now, which he also liked to watch. You had pretty hair, which you braided every night with a little ribbon at the end. You always left for the bathroom and then always came back wearing your pajama dress. Billy couldn’t help himself anymore, and he dropped his hips to the attic floor, pressing his cock against the dark hardwood.

The bedside lamp was clicked on, and you settled against you pillows – the same pillows Billy had started humping while everyone was out for the day. He thought that you had noticed but, after inspecting the stain, you shrugged it off and washed the sheets without question. Stupid slut doesn’t even know she’s sleeping on fucked pillows. Would you be jealous of them if you knew the truth? Would you want Billy to fuck you too?

It doesn’t take long for you to turn off your light and roll over onto your side. So beautiful, he thinks. A beautiful little whore. Fat, ugly, beautiful pig whore. He wants to bend you over the edge of your bed and shove his face in your ass, letting his tongue fuck into your pussy from behind. He wants to taste you so badly it hurts, and his dick is starting to hurt for real now. Stopping his hips for a second, he puts his hand underneath and presses down on himself instead. It feels better, he guesses, but not as good as it could be, with you.

Nothing was enough anymore. It was fun to cum on your pillows, and they smell so deeply of you that can pretend that he’s holding you in his arms as he fucks against it. But it’s also too soft, it gives in places where your body would be solid. Your panties are nice too, especially when they’re fresh and he can still smell your pretty cunt on the fabric, but that’s all they are. Fabric. Cum rags, once Billy was done with them.

It isn’t enough. His little dollhouse pig whore. He’ll pick you up out of your dollhouse bed and ruin you. Dirty Billy. Filthy Billy.

His body moves before his brain can catch up, and he walks on sore shaky legs to the ladder. He climbs down silently then pauses, waiting to hear a sound from any of the sleeping girls. Hearing nothing, he tip toes down the hall to his favorite room. He slips inside and it’s even darker than it seemed from the attic. With the door closed and the windows covered, there’s almost no light at all. She wouldn’t see him even if he was standing right over you.

With carefully measured steps, he walks around your bed to the side closest to your desk. It was still cluttered with textbooks and pages of notes. He wasn’t sure what caught his attention, because he never cared at all about schoolwork, but his eyes locked onto a simple piece of paper. Right at the top, he saw it. Your name.

At least, it might be your name. He takes the paper and folds it twice before slipping it into his back pocket. The name began bouncing around in his head like it was a red rubber ball, and his lips twitch as he imagines saying it. It suits you, he decides, a pretty name for a pretty slut.

He moves closer to your sleeping form, his thighs only a few inches away from the edge of your bed. Your back is to him, but it doesn’t matter at all. He can see more than enough – the shape of your shoulder from under your blankets, the lovely braid twisting around like a snake in your bed, the rising and falling of your body as you breathed. He loves you so much, it feels like heart is going to stop.

Slowly, without clinking the metal of his fly, he takes his cock into his hand and strokes himself. It’s dry, and a little bit abused from the floor, but it’s so perfect to do this in front of you. There’s nothing between them except the darkness.

It’s over quickly for Billy, and he steps forward as his cum shoots from his cock, landing in messy streaks on your bedding and your pretty pretty braid. The sight of that makes him want to cum again, and his cock twitches sadly.

He retreats upstairs to his hole and settles down again, watching you sleep next to a little piece of him.

“Dolly piggy slut,” he whispers to himself, blindly reaching for the paper in his back pockets and stroking it with his thumb. He’ll let you sleep tonight, he decides. His fun can start tomorrow.

Billy’s shaking as he dials the house phone number. He knows you’re awake, he’s heard you complaining about a missing assignment for an hour already. It made your voice sound different. You were usually so gentle and calm when you spoke, but he didn’t mind it this way either. Every whine you let out made him want to grab onto your hips and pull you onto his cock. He could even imagine how your voice would shake as he did.

He runs his finger over your name, just as he’s been doing all night. The writing was starting to get blurry, but that was mostly because of the drops of drying cum he had left. He couldn’t help himself, not when he started thinking about how you held this paper. It was almost as if he had cum on your hands. His cock twitched at the thought, but he shushes himself. He has to focus if he wanted to get this right.

“Hello?” one of the sluts chirps in his ear. Billy takes a deep breath, in and out, to calm himself. He must have been taking too long because she asks again, “Hello?”

He barks your name out to her, then closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. “Is she there? I wanna talk to her,” he stutters. A little helplessly, he puts his hand in his hair and pull on the tangly mess. This is torture, and his mouth itches like hell.

“Who is this?” she asks.

“Billy,” he says, then adds, “from school.”

“Oh yeah? What class?” the slut asks. Billy holds the phone away from his head and tries not to scream. His entire body feels itchy now, and he tries to take more steadying breaths, but it isn’t working.

He looks down at his cummed-on piece of you and reads from the top, obscenely angry, “Organic chemistry.”

“Okay, okay, calm down, buddy. Jeez, you science majors are all the same.” She must move the handset away because, when she shouts your name, he can barely hear it over the line.

Underneath his feet, he can hear you stomping from your bedroom to the staircase. “What?” you snap.

“Come on down, I have your soulmate on the line,” the stupid fat whore slut says to you. Even through his murderous haze, he likes the thought. Are you his soulmate? Could he be so lucky to have a soulmate as pretty and slutty as you? “Says his name is Billy from orgo.”

He hears you sigh, in real life and over the phone, as you thud down the stairs. “I don’t know a Billy from orgo,” you say.

“Well, he knows you. Maybe he knows who took that homework of yours,” she teases. The conversation is so tinny, and Billy wants to repeat all of it. Maybe Billy knows who took that homework of yours. Maybe Billy knows who took that homework of yours. He mouths the words to himself, rocking on his feet. Maybe Billy knows who took that homework of yours.

“Hello?” you say, and everything melts away.

“Hello?” he copies your intonation.

“Who’s this?”

“Who’s this?” He can’t help himself. Your words, your voice, your everything. He can still smell you, can still see your hair covered with his cum. You hadn’t even noticed it this morning.

“Seriously? You called me. I don’t know any Billy,” you say, and you sound angry. Are you angry at him? Billy holds onto his paper with one hand and the curly phone line with the other.

“Organic chemistry,” Billy repeats. “Billy from orgo.” You sigh, and Billy can pretend that you close your eyes when you make that sound.

“Do you need something?” you ask. Billy breaths for a moment, thoughts racing with words and sentences that beg for him to scream them out loud. There’s so much he wants to say, so many details that are on the tip of his tongue. He could go on forever on what he wants from you.

“Hello?” you say again. Billy tries, but he can’t stop the quiet laugh that finally breaks free from his mouth. “Seriously, who is this?”

“I-“ he gasps, laughing harder. “Wanna taste you.”

“I don’t understand,” you say. You sound so confused, so stupid. He loves you so much.

“Taste your pig cunt.” Again, he laughs, and his hand tightens on the coily phone line. Coily like a pig’s tail. He laughs even harder and snorts.

“Oh my God,” you say, but it’s so distant it’s almost not even there. All Billy can think about is what he needs, and he needs you, so badly he thinks he might die.

“Pretty piggy cunt. Gonna suck your pretty pig clit.” He snorts, only because the sound spills from his lips without his permission. Again, he laughs. “Pig whore slut. What’s the change in enthalpy?”

“What?” you gasp. Your breath is coming quickly and harshly over the phone. Billy moans, imagining that it’s his cock that’s drawing this sounds from you.

“Maybe Billy knows who took your homework. Pig slut. Piggy slut cunt, gonna stick my fat cock inside. Did Billy take your homework? Piggy?”

“No, no,” you panted, and Billy snorts gladly.

“My favorite pig slut. You’re gonna hug my juicy fat cock, piggy,” he promises.

“What do you want?” you whisper on the phone.

“Your cunt,” he whispers back. You’re the only two people on the entire world, Billy is sure.

“Why? Why me?” your voice is high and soft. You’re so quiet, like you don’t want the sluts you live with to know. Do you want to be Billy’s little secret? Billy laughs and gasps.

“Can I suck your clit? Can I suck your fat swollen pig clit? You can suck my cock after too, baby,” he rambles happily.

“Stop it, Billy.”

“Stop it, Billy,” he parrots back to you. “Pig slut.”

“That’s mean.” That makes Billy’s smile fall completely from his face. “Don’t call me anymore.”

“No. I love you,” Billy whispers.

“Don’t call me anymore,” you say again.

“Don’t call me anymore,” he repeats, then laughs.

“Stop it!”

“Stop it! Filthy Billy! I love you!” he shouts.

“Quit it!”

“I’m gonna stick my tongue up your cunt tonight,” he promises, and he means it so deeply, there’s no doubt in his mind that he’ll get his way.

“I’m hanging up,” you say. Then the line goes dead. Billy slams the handset down, but he can’t wipe away his smile.

Sitting on his armchair, he picks up the phone and puts it on his lap, sighing contently. Soon, he tells himself. He’ll get to taste you soon. No more pillows or panties or papers with your name. He’ll just have to keep his patience until then. Opening his hand with the paper, he strokes your name again. Soon.

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part ii

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