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Okaaaay pls gib that pre-TBABTO Stuilly scene. The night they got together, before they met Reader. I need to see the high emotions of that moment!

Ahhhhh! I am so, so happy you asked for this! I am so stoked to finally get this out! I wanted to write this for like ever! So fucking happy holidays to you Sunny, @polyghostfacehours this is for you, the biggest TBABTO fan ever! So for the unaware, Two Boys Are Better Than One, is my poly!Ghostface long fic, I adore it, and writing one-shots and exploring parts of it is the best, so whenever I can sink my teeth into this verse again I do it. I spent so long on this one, so much thought went into it, I hope you allll adore it! This is how Billy and Stu got together in TBABTO specifically. This is also my first like non reader fic, just legit characters, so that is wild too! Everyone enjoy the last fic of the year! Oh, and happy new year!

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 5.1K. Billy Loomis X Stu Macher. NOT READER INSERT! Pre-Events Of TBABTO. Warnings: Emotions. Shitting On Maureen Hard. Crying. Murder. Gore. Death. Lying. Making Out. Sneaking Around. Mentions Of Oral And Hand Stuff. Emotional Confessions.

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“What If It Isn’t A Joke?”

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Billy Loomis was one of the most consistent things in Stu’s life. 

Certainly more so than his parents ever have been. He felt invisible in his own house, his folks were much more concerned with other things so he had the need to get his attention outside of the house. What is one of the easiest and most satisfactory ways to do that? Being a loud and funny kind of guy, a class clown, naturally, it works, he gets the attention he has sorely been missing at home and in the process he ends up meeting Billy. 

The two might seem a little odd as friends at first but they just work, always have, a sort of ease that was hard to find and that few friendships ever did. Did they fight and get on each other's nerves at times? Duh. 

What close friends didn’t?

Stu could be sensitive and Billy could have issues with his temper and both could say shit at times they didn’t mean, especially while upset, but it was always ironed out in the end. 

It was easier to deal with the hard emotions when he was around Billy, he felt heard and understood, someone else got him and kept him distracted when stuff was rough. So whenever the favour was in need of being returned Stu was more than happy, willing and able. 

The hardest time in Billy’s life was unexpected to say the least. Billy’s home life always seemed so much more stable, he liked going to his house, his mom was always sweet to him, they seemed happy, adjusted, normal. 

Mr.Loomis’ affair was a complete shock when it came out. 

The fact that Billy’s dad cheated was insane, him cheating with his son’s friend’s mother was unbelievable, totally unthinkable. 

So Stu was there for him, when the news came out, when everything looked so dour, when Billy’s mom left, he became the distraction his friend so desperately needed. Whatever he felt like Billy needed he was more than willing to do. Making him laugh became harder and harder, but the few times he could it would make Stu melt inside, the sound and smile spreading from brunette to blonde.

Stu really thought that Billy was starting to do better until the other horrible news came out. While his family was torn apart, Sidney’s was not, Mr.Prescott was insistent on them working it out, her family was still whole. Billy was avoiding Sidney like the plague, not wanting to be around her in any capacity. If they hadn’t been friends, if he didn’t go around to her place, then maybe the two wouldn’t have met, maybe his mom would still be around, it was too much to think about. 

It was the first time he had ever seen him cry. Billy had cried in his life, sure, but he always hid it, didn’t want to be seen in that way, not even by his best friend but as they sat in Stu’s bedroom and he let loose emotionally. Divulging all he held in the tears fell and Stu didn’t judge or blame him, honestly shocked it took this long for him to get to this point. He wanted to reach out and touch him but he didn’t, afraid it might make his friend lash out. It was hard to see him like this, he was just as upset honestly, it was total bullshit, seeing him hurt so much made him hurt too. He didn’t deserve this, his family torn up, he let his own feelings spill forth as he said, “Maureen is a fucking bitch.” 

It was like the floodgates opened even further after that, encouraged from what Stu said he began to really allow himself to vent, “She is such a bitch! She’s so fucking fake-”

“The fakest.” Stu agreed with a nod, before the rant from his friend continued, “-to think I went over to her house, I fucking sat there, ate the shitty food she cooked and she acted all sweet and normal all while she was fucking MY dad! Destroying MY parents' marriage!”

It was nauseating, again Billy and Sidney were friends for fucksake and she did that? Looked at one of her daughter's friends and went after their dad. 

Billy ran a shaky hand through his hair and Stu in a moment of bravery, finally reached out, his hand to his friend’s knee and he said seriously while meeting his gaze, “She’s a disgusting fucking slutbag whore who deserves to rot.” 

Billy let out a humorless laugh, closer to a sob, “You can say that again man, fuck.” 

The pair said some truly awful shit but they were alone and in their feelings, it was harmless, right?

Besides Billy seemed to feel better, lighter after that vent session and so, it kept happening. Getting all his feelings and aggression out seemed to be working for him. 

That same theme of ‘she should just rot’ kept coming up. One of these venting sessions Stu made the joke that, “You know we should really just kill her. That would fix all your problems.” 

He laughed, it had been so long since he had genuinely laughed, warmth bloomed in Stu’s chest as he watched Billy wipe at his eyes, “Shit, yeah just put her outta her misery.” 

“Take her out back and shoot her, like a less loyal ol Yeller.” Stu teased, pulling another laugh out before saying, “Actually that comparison is offensive.”

“Is it?” Billy asked on an exhale and Stu said, “Yeah. To the dog.”

A new favourite edition to the bitch sessions made its appearance, joking about how Maureen Prescott should die and what they would do. At first it was funny, ridiculous ideas that in no way had much basis in reality, cartoony in nature. But soon enough it started to shift and change and bleed, turning into them talking more seriously, Billy is the one who began to get more real with it, graphic and violent. “A gun is too good for her.”

A questioning hum from Stu and Billy said, “It’s too quick, too clean. She deserves to fucking suffer.” 

There was this look in those warm brown eyes. A fire, a passion and Stu realised that he was serious. He looked more like himself, but also, better in a strange kind of way, as if this was helping him come back more to who he was before this mess, being put back together but better. 

“What would you do to her Billy?” 

There was no pause, no hesitation as he started to say, “I’d want to do it in her house. I’d want to go there and make her afraid for her life, make her feel small and helpless, make her beg for me to not do it but I would.”

“How would you make her suffer?” Stu asks, there was hardly any space between both of them.

Their eyes met and he said, his tone sure and confident, an undeniable edge of heat to it that had Stu questioning himself and his own feelings,  “I’d take that knife in my hand and I’d make her regret every single action, no matter how small, that led her to ruining my life. I’d fucking skin her alive, I would-”

“What then?” His voice didn’t sound like his, why was he out of breath? 

“I’d drive that knife into her, over and over. The bitch likes to be penetrated so much I can give that to her, I’d stab her until she was unrecognisable, make her choke on her own fucking blood.” 

Jesus he shouldn’t like that thought even the smallest bit and yet it made him feel something he refused to contend or deal with. He thought maybe this was enough, it was all done but the next time Billy came over he wanted to talk about seriously. Nights spent up late talking out every single angle possible and figuring it out, countless movies watched, pages of notes scribbled down, it bonded them even closer together somehow. Stu felt special because Billy was the only person he trusted enough with this side of himself, to help him through this. Stu kept convincing himself, perhaps if they planned it that would satisfy him, then they could stop, they would stop. 

But then Stu finds himself in all black, with a knife he bought and Billy by his side, the pair of them outside the Prescott house after Cotton Weary just left, the perfect patsy to pin it all on, thank God that Maureen slutted it up so much, it really helped them here. Sidney and dad were both not home and unaware of what was about to happen. 

It happens so fast, a total rush, breaking in, ropes used, he held her down while Billy tied, quick and practised moves. She was gagged, the sounds she made were still awful when ice cold sharp steel was driven into her over and over. He got caught up in the moment, when Billy offered he couldn’t help himself, he took the knife, it wasn’t like he even wanted to do this really, he more wanted to do this with Billy, share the experience, be apart of this, do it for him, he’d do anything to make him happy. 

Together, this is all about doing it together, he couldn’t let him do it alone and moreover he didn’t want him to, if Billy was doing it? So was he. His own personal feelings be damned. 

The knife feels heavy, the handle slick with blood already, he had to grasp it firmly to keep his hold on it, he didn’t look where he stabbed, not on the first one anyway. It slid in so easily, so smoothly, Stu always knew he was strong but he didn’t really think about how much until this moment, the next he stole a glance and the third he couldn’t look away. From hand falling, to blade embedding, to twisting and pulling it free, the sickening sound of it unignorable, Maureen was weak, her body jerked upwards as he removed the weapon, the new wound was deep, even more blood poured out, she was coughing, near the end. 

He couldn’t finish her off, it wouldn’t be right, he gave the knife over and Billy took it gratefully.

He didn’t need to hold her down any longer, she had no fight left. This is the one image that was the most dangerous, the one that refused to leave his brain that made him the most concerned about doing this. Seeing Billy, knife in hand, blood soaking into his clothes, above the woman who brought him so much pain, tore his family apart irrevocably, his body and muscles taught, ready to strike. Stu watched every second of it, the end came quickly, more quickly than Billy would have liked, he wanted to spit on her corpse but that would be reckless, even more stupid than this already was. 

Instead he cursed her out, Stu let him get some of it out of his system, horribly obscenities flung before pulling him up and dragging him out of there. As soon as they were outside they were running, had to get away, the reroute pre-planned and careful, they didn’t stop until they had made it back to Stu’s place. 

They were safely inside Stu’s room, still slick with blood and out of breath, Billy opens his mouth and says, “We did it, we actually did it, holy fuck Stu-” And before he could say anything in response there are hands on his face, sticky, warm and he is pulling him close and to his shock, he was kissing him. 

He had dreamt about this, fantasised about it much more than he would ever admit to anyone, least of all Billy, but he never thought it would actually happen. His mind went blank, it took a moment for him to respond, to return his effort and kiss him back, his own tacky hands reaching out and fisting in the shirt of his partner in crime. He kisses differently than he imagined he would with one small detail still as he predicted it would be, he is forceful and fiercely confident. He doesn’t want it to stop, he clings, returns all he is given, unsure what this is or means, if this is simply a one off, or worse some kind of sick joke.

He pushes down any worry, choosing to focus in on the moment, drinking in every single second of it, of him, how he tastes and smells, the heat radiating off him, the feel of them pressed together. He didn’t want it to stop, didn’t want it to end, but all moments, even the best ones, are just that, moments. 

Inherently fleeting is the very nature of a moment. Here and then gone, always meant to end, no matter how tightly we hold, it isn’t something we can change.

Stu has to hold back a whine when Billy breaks away, sucking down a deep breath and he is terrified, wondering if he was about to say it was a mistake or some prank. Instead the hands on his face move, thumbs sweep over his cheeks and down, the move isn’t smooth, lingering blood making the movement clumsy but somehow better, it made it feel more real, grounded Stu to the now, to them. Billy spoke, genuinely, as he was staring into Stu’s eyes, “Thank you.” 

His mind felt slow and far too sluggish, felt much more in his body, his brain having a strong disconnect as he is riding the high from his first, and hopefully, not his only kiss with his best friend, he spoke without thinking, “For?”

Billy laughed, eyes closed and nose wrinkling as his head pitched forward slightly and that made Stu smile, wide and goofy grin spreading easily on his face. Billy’s head came back up, another deep breath with his hand on Stu’s chest, he wondered if he could feel his heart going nuts, Billy sighed, “You’re fucking hilarious man.” 

“Thanks.” Stu hummed out, his hands moving now, letting go of his shirt, smoothing over shoulders. The brunette looked down at himself and said, “Jesus, we're a mess. Mind if I use your shower?”

“Yeah, no sweat, go for it.” Came his response as he pulled his hands away. 

He didn’t think about what they did.

Shockingly he really didn’t. Maybe if he didn’t share that kiss with Billy, maybe if after they were both cleaned up they didn’t raid Stu’s kitchen and eat way too much food, maybe if he didn’t sleep over that night he would have felt some kind of guilt, his mind might have run and slumber would elude them. But that didn’t happen, Billy stayed and he didn’t question his decision much and he still didn’t when Marueen’s body was discovered and the media circus in town started. 

The two clung closer, spent tons of time together, and of course, talked. Billy found himself hating Sidney more and more as time drags on. Listening to her talk, even briefly about how much she was hurting, how much her mother didn’t deserve it, all it served to do was infuriate and annoy Billy. She deserved to hurt, deserved the pain, he couldn’t be the only one hurting, he lost his mother and now she lost hers, the scales felt more even but surprisingly the pain he felt didn’t stop. It eased but it still had a particular sharpness, an edge that could cut deeply if he were left to linger on it too long. 

It was a week after that first kiss. It was late, watching a movie, not the first of the night, it was dark, nothing but the blue lights from the tv illuminating the space. They were on opposite ends of the couch, Stu was reclined, back against the arm rest, hands behind his head, one foot on the floor, the other resting on the couch, knee bent, extremely relaxed. Billy was in an equally at ease position, leaning back, cheek resting on his hand. They weren’t really joking or riffing, a comfortable silence had fallen over them, Stu was focused on the movie, but something pulled his attention, namely, Billy moving. He thought he might be going to use the bathroom or get another snack or something, Stu’s head turned to see what was up but instead of him standing, there was his best friend, coming closer. He didn’t know what to say, what he could say as he settled on top of him, unsure of what was about to happen until for the second time he felt Billy’s lips on his. 

They didn’t talk about it.

They talked about a lot of things, but not about the slowly building physical relationship between them. They didn’t talk about the long make out sessions, or the afternoon they got off while watching each other or the hand jobs or the blow jobs, or the many other things they did when fooling around. 

Stu was never sure when it would happen, seemingly for no real reason, the mood would hit his partner in crime and he’d give into it and soak up all of it. He wanted to return it, wanted to reach out and touch, wanted to press into him, kiss him, but he also didn’t want to be rejected. The idea of trying to initiate something only to have Billy recoil was heartbreaking so he didn’t. 

He just spent time with him, always hoping that Billy would start something up, nervous tension lingering in the back of his mind. Luckily, thankfully, it seemed to be happening more often than not, the sneaking and fooling around was fun, way too fun as it kept ramping up. It was hard to remember the awful act that they committed unless Billy brought it up and when he did he would just be reminded of the confusing feelings he had that night. It was like something was woken up in him that night, something he didn’t expect, it started to pop up more and more, in those quiet, lonely, few and far between moments when Billy wasn’t around.

He liked the connection, the fact they had a secret, that is what he liked, right? He didn’t like holding the knife or the way the body spasmed under him when he stabbed it, the rush of emotion and blood, he wasn’t that person. At least that is what he kept telling himself.

So why is he so into the image of Billy that night, wielding that blade and covered in blood. 

He didn’t like to think about it, it was much too confusing. 

He only did it for him, he didn’t do it because he enjoyed it on any sort of personal level, nope, no way. 

Stu used to never give a shit about the news but as the trial progressed it seemed to be the main thing Billy and him watched. Almost always on in the background. 

It was a late Saturday afternoon when the news dropped. 

They both were in Stu's living room, had the TV on, had been talking, trying to distract themselves as they waited, wondering if they'd really done it. Stu had been laying back on the couch, throwing a ball up and catching it over and over, just something to occupy his hands and give himself something to focus on.

Billy was in the chair near him, boots on the coffee table and when those words actually filled the air between them, they couldn't believe it. 

“Cotton Weary has been found guilty for the crime of murdering Marueen Prescott.”

Stu sat up, looking over to Billy, wondering if he heard, hell wondering if he heard right himself, asking, "Did they-?" 

The pause was killing him.

Billy had his eyes still focused on the tv, but he started nodding and then he said, "They...They did."

He sat back in his chair and Stu practically fell over himself as he got off the couch, "Holy shit man!" 

Stu’s mind started running a mile a minute and his mouth tried to keep up, “This is huge, massive, this is everything you wanted man, just! Fuck they believed it, they think he did it, they think that pathetic shithead Cotton fucking Weary did it-”

He kept talking, rambling, Billy seemed a million miles away, he was sure he was thinking just as much as he was. The verdict was really sinking in. Stu's hands were on his shoulders and gave his best friend a small shake. "We actually did it!"

Billy finally let himself smile that afternoon and he said, "Yeah. We did."

Stu’s own face threatened to hurt from smiling as he was stuck on that word. We. He is totally right, this couldn’t have happened without both of them. 

It was a massive relief. So much pressure taken off. They had both been feeling it, even if again, they didn’t talk about it, but now it didn’t matter, they did the impossible, literally got away with murder. 

Obviously they had to celebrate it properly.

They could really relax now, the pressure was totally off and the high was unlike anything else. 

It felt corny to think, let alone ever say out loud, but Stu had been to and hosted a lot of parties, loved the attention, the feeling of it all, however, being alone with Billy here, was so much better. 

They didn’t stay at Stu’s for long. They went out and upon his urging he said he had a plan. Billy figured the least he could do was put a little faith in him. So when a few hours later, a box of pizza and a stolen pack of beer later, the car was parked in the forest and he asked, “Where are we going, man?”

“Were almost there, c’mon you’ve had fun so far, right?” Stu asked and he had to admit, he did, times with Stu were always fun. 

“Yeah I have, but what are we doing in the fucking woods?” Billy asked, hand not holding the six pack gesturing out to the trees around them. Stu rolled his eyes, “What’s wrong with some fresh air and a change of scenery? We’ve been stuck in my house for weeks watching the damn news! It’s right up here-” 

A groan, pretending to be put out, but the smile on his face is fond and Stu’s shoulder bumped his, “Shut up.”

“With how much you talk I can barely get a word in edgewise anywa-” The joke died on his tongue when they reached their destination. He had never been here before. A break in the trees, a clearing, a cliff and a pretty stellar view of Woodsboro as the sun was finishing setting. 

“Holy shit.” Billy said and Stu said as he passed by him, “Right?”

“Where the fuck did you find this place?” 

“Heard from a little birdie, don’t worry about it.” Stu told him as he sat down, patting the spot next to him, “Let’s eat before the pizza gets cold.” 

This is just what he needed. 

Laughing and joking around, no worries, everything worked out amazingly. A few slices and cans in they both felt loosened up enough, far away enough to really gush.

“You know what is the craziest part about this?” Billy started.

“The fact we got away with it?” Stu asked and it made him pull the can away from his mouth, the back of his hand hitting his chest, “Yes! Exactly! We didn’t just fool the fucking idiot Woodsboro cops, we didn’t just trick Sidney fucking Prescott, we pulled one over on the entire country! Everyone was watching this case coast to Goddamn coast!”

When he put it in words like that it was a little hard to not be excited by it. There was a lot of power in it, something about it did feel totally nuts. “I still can’t believe it! When they said he was guilty I thought I was going insane! It’s completely-”

“Unbelievable!” Billy cut in, his hand on Stu’s shoulder and he said, “And we did that man. Us.”

Stu nodded, corners of his mouth pulled up again in a grin, he took another drink, liking the feeling of Billy’s hand on him too much, “Yeah man, us.” 

“If only there really was an us.” Stu mused quietly to himself. This was fine though. It wasn’t everything he wanted but just being near him and with him was enough, he could live with it. He pivoted the subject.

“Do you think about that night we did it, often?” Stu asked and Billy groaned, his head tipping back as he said, “Yes! Oh my fucking God, yes.”

He sighed, “That night was just-” He let his sentence trail off, “-everything I had been wanting for so long.” 

“Everything, huh?” Stu asked with a nudge and no small amount of hope and he said, “Yeah, I felt, so, so out of control for so long, like my life was destroyed, the rug pulled out from under me and there was nothing I could do about it. I felt really helpless but that night, this, what we did, I’ve never felt more sure of myself. Like I was doing what I needed to take all that power back.”

Stu had a problem. A serious problem. Listening to his best friend talk about the night they committed murder shouldn’t make him almost melt, hearing how happy he was, how it fixed everything, how Stu helped fix everything.

“You really seemed to enjoy it in the moment.” Stu said quietly and Billy was up on his knees, he finished draining his current can, a casual toss of it aside before looking down at him, “You didn’t seem to exactly hate it yourself.” 

He didn’t. 

Stu ignored the feeling that stirred in his chest at the memory of him wielding the knife, instead he was a little bold, he said, “I certainly didn’t hate the little after party at my house.” 

“Ah yeah, after our clean getaway?” The brunette inquired as he moved closer, Stu snorted, “Clean getaway? Did you see the state of our clothes and my bathroom after that? Nothin’ clean about it.” 

Billy let himself laugh, he was beside Stu now, much, much closer as he said, “Fucking corny as shit man, that’s what you are.” 

“You still laughed.” Stu pointed out and he had to concede, “I did. You make me laugh more than anyone.”

No retort was handed out because there was no opportunity for one to be given because before he could they were kissing. Stu is sure he leaned in first but Billy closed the gap so fast it was almost as if who started it didn’t really matter. 

Billy hadn’t been able to stop thinking all night. Hadn’t been able to look away from Stu all night either. He had been thinking, felt like he had been thinking more about Stu and this, whatever it was, since that first kiss, no that was a lie, since before that. After that kiss is when he started thinking more about him, so much more.

He thinks he had been thinking more now about everything between them then he ever did when he was planning the murder. 

His feelings were such a mess, he felt like a mess. He felt things, deep and real, things that made him ache and it was finally too fucking much. 

Reluctantly pulling away he breathed out, “Stu?”

“Yeah man?” Came the out of breath response and Billy sat up, “I got something on my mind, it’s been something I’ve been thinking about a while-”

“You can talk to me, you can always talk to me.”  Stu assured, concern was tinting his tone as he sat up too. 

Where could he even begin to explain all that was going through his mind all this time? 

Stu could see he was struggling, he reached out, holding out his hands and Billy sighed in relief, he took his hands, gratefully. He felt his hands were way too sweaty but he didn’t say anything about it. He took a deep breath and met his gaze, Stu gave a nod, encouraging him, he seemed almost worried, “Spit it out man.”  

Right, he’s right, just say it.

“What we’ve been doing, ever since that night, it’s been-” Amazing? Fantastic? Better than anything I have ever experienced? Nothing seemed quite right. His mind is going as fast as his heart, “-and I can’t stop thinking about it and you and, it’s like we are joined at the hip at times but still when you’re gone-” He laughed, a shake of his head, “-I miss you.”

A deep and shuddering breath, “How fucking lame is that shit? I hang out with you all afternoon and all fucking night after doing stuff like this-” He squeezed his hands, “-and when I leave I still miss you.”

He didn’t stop talking. 

“And I am so thankful! You have always been here when I really, really needed it. You are there for me more than anyone, I mean fuck, look what you did with me!” 

Stu let out a small laugh and Billy kept rambling, “And that, I keep thinking of all that.”

“All of what?” The question was so quiet he wasn’t sure Billy would hear him at first.

“All those things you do. That dumb laugh and smile and how you can never keep that stupid tongue in your mouth.” Stu opened his mouth and Billy laughed, letting go of his hands and instead forcibly closing Stu’s mouth who tried to squirm away.

“Knock it off man, oh my God.” It was absurdly fond when he said it, pulling away his hands when he was sure he wasn’t going to continue being such a dumbass.

Stu agreed, wide grin and still snickering, “Okay, okay-”

“What I am trying to get across is this, thing, whatever it is, I don’t want it to be a secret any longer.” 

Was he hearing him right, he couldn’t help it, he asked, “Billy what are you saying?”

He still had his hands on him, another reassuring touch, thumb tracing over his pulse, “I’m saying I don’t want to keep sneaking and fucking around. I want to be with you.”

Did he die?

Stu couldn’t help but wonder if he actually fucking died in the car on the way here. He wanted to ask if he was joking or something but instead he didn’t question shit, why should he? It was everything he wanted, about to be handed to him, so he didn’t say anything. Hands fisted in Billy’s shirt and he pulled him to him, he kissed him first and they both melted into it. When he finally did pull away Billy asked, “So you want that too or-”

“Yes, holy shit yes, okay?” Stu laughed, arms wrapping around him, a strong hug and Billy hummed out, “Holy shit are the words of the day aren’t they?”

“Seems like.” Billy responded as he returned the hug. They stayed up there for hours before they came down sometime after three in the morning hand in hand. 

They weren’t sure where to go from here or how it would all pan out between them in the long run but hey they did get away with murder. When they were together, they could do anything.

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@currentlytoobusyreadingsmut - the "slumber" party ♡

@polyghostfacehours - ___ ♡

@miyosmagines - dating jennifer check

@lanawinterscigarettes - morning hunger ♡

————— TERRIFIER —————

art the clown

@luvghostie - yandere art hc

- art the clown with a crazy jester s/o

@lussiane333 - art the clown headcannon

@a-writer-on-elm-street - asking him out

————LEATHERFACE————

@loveandmurders - too cute to be killed pt.3

- thomas being with someone who isn't afraid to stand up for him

@sacrificialblood - ___

@slasherstories123 - Thomas with a s/o who has a large skincare routine

@6lostgirl6 - (un)fortunate circumstances

——————THE BOY——————

Brahms heelshire

@soupiie-stories - living with/dating brahms would include

@slasherstories123 - pretty boy

@therainywriter - jealous

@dichotomise - bathing with a sick brahms

@theburninghill - ___

@slasher-hoe - Brahms with a reader who talks with/to themself

@slasher-male-wife - all hot killers wear mask

[msookyspooky]

@polyghostfacehours started this (I think I don't remember other than they had a damn hand in this) and it was truest headcanon for Stu I've ever seen because it just keeps making so much sense even the character AI thinks so ☠️☠️☠️☠️

[yesimwriting]

Your scream fics are really good! I’ve been looking for other like yours. Would you have any recommendations ?

omg i think about everything @mehbzz has written all the time,, the way like 99% (if not all??) of their scream fics connect,, there's so much like "lore"/depth to the relationship dynamics bc of that

they have a masterlist on their page so i'd just dive in and enjoy,, i reread every time i have a bad day and have a vivid memory of discovering the "just us" series when i was going through a hard time and it was the ideal distraction,

they are an 18+ blog with smut and some other stuff so just make sure to check trigger warnings

@polyghostfacehours is also very lovely!! great characterization "tension broken, quiet found" is an amazing series to check out,, just again,, smut and be sure to check trigger warnings

anyways these are off the top of my head as i'm feeling pretty burned out, but i really wanted to answer this before i forgot,, hope you enjoy and that i didn't recommend blogs/things you've already read 😭

[mehbzz]

Can I use your 7 minutes in heaven fic idea? I love it and want to do one with sid and tatum!

yes of course! it's a pretty common concept, I don't own it! feel free, please tag me in it so i can read when you're done!

I was inspired originally by @polyghostfacehours fic of the same!

[justsparklingwords]

Going To A Haunted House With Billy And Stu Would Include

A/N: This can be read as Poly!ghostface or platonic, whichever your heart desires

First of all, when you mention going to a haunted house both of them have different reactions

Stu is excited and insists on going asap while Billy thinks it’s a stupid idea. He knows what real horror is and says that haunted houses are just a cheap imitation of cliches

BUT after much persistence he agrees to go with you and Stu

Expect a lot of complaining from Stu due to the line being so long, but don’t worry cause Billy will help pass the time by talking about how he rather be anywhere else

He does let up a bit when the actors that walk around the lines start messing with you guys. He’ll strike up conversations with them and ask them if they kill and how they do it

When you finally get to the main event the first thing Stu does is touch all the props and mannequins to see if any are real because let’s be honest, Stu is the type of guy to touch everything after being told not to

Billy accidentally almost hit a few of the actors from being jumped scared (though he won’t admit to the jump scare part and if you bring it up he will kill you, but he’s just joking…right?)

They insist you hold their hand, you know just in case some killer comes and pretends to be apart of the act cause they would never want you to be associated with something like that! (/hj)

“Stay close sweetheart, we wouldn’t want you to get taken!”

“Oh my heroes! 🙄”

If you tend to get scared easily they will pretend to square up with anything that makes you scared. That doll jumping out of its chair scared you? It’s already lost its head. That guy who screamed in your ear? They’ll scream right back at him louder and scarier

Billy will joke about how easy it would be to put on his ghostface costume and kill people here

“Really Billy? Can’t we just have one night out where we don’t talk about murder?”

“Cmon y/n, you know it’s my favorite topic 😉”

When it’s over, you all head to Stu’s house and watch horror movies snuggled up together (which is a common activity for you all) and talk about how fun the haunted house was

A/N #2: I have never written for Billy and Stu so please be nice! I feel like I’m off my writing game so I hope this was ok. Happy (early) Halloween everyone! Make sure to get your hatchets out 🪓🔪

A/N #3: IF YOU WANT SOME QUALITY CHEFS KISS GHOSTFACE CONTENT CHECK OUT @knifewh0re @polyghostfacehours @thirsting4slashers THEY ARE AMAZING AT WHAT THEY DO ❤️❤️❤️

(This is for you, tyjo 💙)

[f1nalboys]

The Both of Us? - Bday Fic for Sunny <3

happy birthday to my beloved @polyghostfacehours !!! i hope today is amazing!!!

Poly!Ghostface x Sunny

WORD COUNT: 1647

WARNINGS: afab!fem!reader (sunny), friends to lovers, oral (fem recieving), fingering, dirty talk and degradation, one scene could be taken as dub-con but i didn’t write it with that intent

You’ve known Billy and Stu for years and you’d consider them your best friends. They had been there for you during your lowest moments, acting as a shoulder to cry on, and celebrating the better moments each time. The two of them knew you better than yourself if you were being perfectly honest, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

So, being here, legs thrown over Stu’s and your head on Billy’s lap, was a common occurrence, one that happened naturally. It never felt strange, but something about tonight was different. There had been lingering touches, strange looks, and ever growing smiles. Stu’s hand was placed onto your thigh and you still when he squeezes gently.

You lift your head up slightly, looking over at him, but his eyes are trained on the tv. Shaking it off you settle back into your seat, your head rubbing on Billy’s lap slightly. He sucks in a breath and shifts his hips and you take that as a cue of him being uncomfortable. You go to sit up when he grabs your arm, shaking his head, his cheeks tinged red. “No, you can stay,”

“You sure? I can move if you’re uncomfortable.” Stu snorts and Billy shoots him a glare. Furrowing your eyebrows, you look between the two men, Stu’s grip on your leg still going strong. “What’s funny?”

“Sunny, you didn’t make him uncomfortable, you made him hard,”

“Jackass!” Billy hisses, punching Stu in the shoulder. You know you shouldn’t look but you can’t help yourself; you sit up and look down at Billy’s lap, your face heating up instantly. The tent in Billy’s pants was obvious and he sighs, running a hand through his hair. “I didn't want to say anything about it because I didn’t want to make you feel weird. You just moved your head and, I don’t know, I got a hard on, it’s not a big fuckin’ deal-”

He was embarrassed now and he scoots away from you, crossing his arms over his chest. Swinging your feet off of Stu, you take a moment to figure out what you should do. Something like this has never happened before, at least, not to your knowledge. You’d be lying if you said you had never thought of Billy in this way. 

With how long you’d been friends, it was bound to happen. A passing thought while you were pleasuring yourself that made it weird to look at him the next day, a comment from him that made your heart flutter in a confusingly nice way. Stu can sense your thoughts and he breaks out into a grin, grabbing you by the shoulders and pulling you into him.

“Billy, man, I think she has a crush on you!” He laughs in your ear, goosebumps raising on your skin. You can’t meet Billy’s eyes even when you feel him shift on the couch, getting closer to you. Stu tangles his hand in your hair and yanks, pulling your head up and you gasp. “Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

He teased and you can’t help but feel the embarrassment bubbling up inside you. Billy was in front of you now, his knees on either side of your legs, his face in your own. He tilts his head, waiting for you to answer. “Y-yes…” You stutter, closing your eyes when the two men laugh at you. Stu shifts behind you and you can feel his erection on your back. “And Stu…”

His hands squeeze you tighter, cutting off any room for you to get out of the situation. “Is that so?” Billy asks, his arms leaning against the arm of the couch, locking you in between him and Stu. “You like both of us? That’s pretty slutty, don’t you think?”

“It sure is, man,” Stu replies and you don’t even have to look at him to know he’s smiling. “Who would have thought little miss Sunny was a fucking whore for her two friends?” Their words make you shift in your seat, a mix of arousal and embarrassment building in your stomach. “Stop moving, bitch.”

Your movements halt immediately. Stu was never one to get angry, hell, throughout your friendship he hadn’t ever raised his voice at you in a non-playful way, but now? Now you can tell he’s dead serious. Billy smiles down at you, his teeth bared like a wolf. “Good girl.”

Before you can really understand what’s happening he’s kissing you harshly, Stu not letting up his grip on your hair. He’s kissing your neck and one of Billy’s hands is dipping under your shirt, cupping your breast. You moan into the kiss as his soft fingers slip under your bra, attaching to your nipples with ease. 

“So. Slutty.” Billy mutters, emphasizing each word with a kiss. Stu let’s your hair go, deciding he’d much rather work on unbuckling your jeans. Your hand goes to grab Stu’s ask him to wait just a moment, but Billy tsks at you and the glint in his eye has you frozen in your spot. “Let’s see how much you want this.”

Stu unbuttons your jeans and waits as Billy grabs ahold of your thighs and forces them apart, Stu’s legs hooking behind them. They were spreading you open for their own view. Slipping his fingers past your pants and underwear, both you and Stu moan in unison. His fingers were gliding over your cunt, dipping past your folds and finding your clit easily. You shift your hips in annoyance when he pulls his hand back out.

“Oh, she’s fucking soaked, man.” You bite your tongue at the sight of Stu’s fingers, slick with your arousal, and you can’t help but roll your eyes when he makes a scissoring motion with his fingers to show off the string that connects them. Billy takes ahold of Stu’s fingers and takes one into his mouth, groaning at the taste of you. 

“Fuck, Stu, you gotta taste her.” Stu takes his other finger into his mouth and hums, swirling his fingers around the digits. Billy yanks at your jeans and you lift your hips up to help him pull them down. He tosses them off to the side and slinks down the couch, positioning himself in between your legs. “She fucking smells good, too.” Billy licks a long, slow stripe up your pussy, his eyes fluttering shut at the taste. 

You moan softly, your head tilting back against Stu’s shoulder as Billy gets to work. Stu’s hands have replaced Billy on your breasts, pinching and pulling at your hardened bud, your bra pulled under your tits to show them. He had unbuttoned your shirt without you realizing, somehow, and now you were showing yourself off to them entirely. 

Billy was watching you through his lashes, studying your every move, memorizing the way your body jolted when he would suck your clit, memorizing the noises you made when his tongue first pressed into your soaking cunt. The feeling of white hot pleasure was building with each flick of his tongue and he knew it too. He was grinning against your skin, his hands on your thighs in an effort to stop your hips from bucking up into his mouth.

“You wanna cum, baby?” Stu coo’s in your ear and you nod feverishly, your breath hitching in your throat when he pinches one of your nipples harshly. “Yeah? Man, you should see it from up here; you’re so fucking needy. You better get to beggin’ if you wanna finish.”

“Please make me cum, Billy, fuck!” You whimper, the coil growing tighter in your stomach. His tongue slows and you can just barely make out the glare he’s sending your way through the wave of pleasure. He wanted you to beg better. “Your tongue feels so good, I wanna cum so bad. I’ve thought about this so many times, the two of you fucking me like this, shit! Shit, I’m so close please let me cum I wanna cum so fucking badly!”

He gives you permission by pushing two of his fingers into your hole, pushing you over the edge completely. Your hands grip onto Stu’s arms tightly, your nails digging into his flesh, as your back arches off of the couch. Billy takes his mouth off of you but leaves his fingers inside, pumping them slowly inside you. You’re having a hard time coming back down to earth when Stu has taken to kneading your breasts in his palms and Billy’s fingers are still fucking into you.

“That was hot,” Stu says and you laugh, whimpering when the two men take their hands out of and off of you. “C’mere, man,” You watch as Stu leans over you to Billy and begins kissing him hungrily, tasting you on the other man's tongue. You can feel yourself clench around nothing as Stu’s hand tangles into Billy’s hair and tugs, eliciting a moan from the brunette. 

“So… do you guys wanna go to the bedroom?” The two men break apart and look down at you, an innocent smile on your face like you hadn't just gotten eaten out and fingered by them. Stu grins and kisses you, gentler than Billy had before, and he sneaks his tongue inside your mouth. His hand rests on your chin and you can just barely make out the taste of yourself on his tongue 

Billy gets off the couch and holds his hand out for you to take. When you stand up off of the couch he pulls you in for a kiss, his hands dragging down your back and squeezing your ass, breaking the kiss with a laugh when you gasp. “C’mon, we’ve been dying to fuck you, y’know that?” 

“Yeah, Sunny,” Stu says, coming up behind you and kissing your neck. “Been aching to get in that cunt of yours. Wish you would’ve been this slutty a long time ago.”

[f1nalboys]

PLEASE BILLYS ‘i told you not to cum in me D:<‘ IS SO FUNNY I LOVE THIS

Okay but a female dom voyeur!s/o having stu fuck billy well they watch?

-✨

Okay! So these have been sitting in my ask box for awhile and omfg I just really wanted to do it justice! Sorry this took forever, but damn am I proud of this one!

TW: NSFW, Female Reader (mention of the word girl, one mention of breasts), dom!Reader

Happy Birthday to You - poly!Ghostface x F!Reader:

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You loved your birthday.

It was one of the few times of the year Billy would acquiesce to almost any request of yours. Usually, you were reasonable. This time, you were insatiable.

"Mmmm...good. Now get on your stomach."

Billy's eyes pop open at those words, having been previously squeezed shut as Stu's mouth worked him over. Brown eyes make contact with (e/c) ones and you smile as his face morphs into a glare. You lean slightly forwards in your chair.

"Chop, chop." you say sweetly, and Stu snickers around Billy's cock, pulling a half-snort, half groan out of the brunette. With a firm suck, Stu pulls off with a soft 'pop' speaking up with a wide grin as he looks up at Billy.

"You heard the birthday girl, Billy. Chop chop!"

"Shut up, Stu." is all Billy's grumbles as he moves to lay on his stomach. Red hot shame burns at his face, but the dilation of his pupils give away how much he was enjoying the treatment.

He rests his head on his crossed arms, turning his head to face you as Stu moves to the other side of the bed to grab the lube. Billy's breath hitches at the sight. You're spread out deliciously, finger delicately rubbing your clit before dipping down into your dripping entrance and fingering yourself. He wanted nothing more than to get up and fuck you into the chair, feeling your walls around his thick cock and hearing your sweet moans next to his ear, begging for him. But he knows he can't. Not this time. A sharp intake of breath leaves Billy's lips as he feels Stu's hand spread his ass, and his well lubed finger circling his puckered entrance.

"Go slow, Stu." you pant out, your eyes refusing to leave the erotic sight before you. "Make him beg for it before you fuck him."

Stu gives a chuckle, finally sliding his digit into your shared boyfriend. "Aye, aye Cap'n." he says lowly as he watches Billy clench around him with half-lidded eyes. He loved this. Loved when Billy would submit to him or you. He loved it even more when you were in charge of both of them. After all, you let Stu give Billy his just desserts whenever you took the reigns.

Heavy breaths leave Billy as he feels Stu enter a second finger into him. His eyes watch you as you palm your breasts, twisting a nipple with a cute moan, and continue pumping your fingers in and out of yourself. And, as Stu's fingers brush against the firm gland of his prostate, fingers moving in and out of him at the same pace yours were moving in and out of yourself, he let's out a groan at the knowledge of knowing you were feeling what he was. His hips wiggle a little against the bed, desperate to give his aching cock some much needed stimulation, but your sharp voice rings out.

"Don't move Billy."

A large hand on his hip stops his grinding, and Stu's large frame bends over him to whisper in his ear.

"Stop being such a slut, man."

"Ngh-Fuck." is all Billy says in response. He'd never admit it, but Stu talking down to him like that always had his cock aching. Your voice ordering him around pulled shudder after shudder out of him. He loved this just as much as you two did. A rare, but welcome break from always handling the reigns of the relationship, both in and out of the bedroom.

But still. It wasn't enough. Stu's fingers were too slow, too languid, too soft. His cock wasn't being stimulated. He needed more, but begging was out of the question. Instead, he cants his hips backwards slightly in an attempt to receive more of the delicious friction. You and Stu's cruel laughter rings out at this, and Billy clenches his fists into a white knuckled grip. You two were playing with him, and he knew it. Fuck it. He said he wouldn't beg, but right now he needed it.

"Stu, Y/N." he begins, licking his lips before averting his eyes from your form. "Please. Fuck, just-ngh-please!"

It was like music to your ears. Billy wasn't one to beg, especially not using that whiney tone that drove you and Stu so crazy. No, he was usually far too proud, far too in charge and in control. But not tonight. Not on your special day. He wanted to please you this time, and he trusted you. His half-lidded eyes make contact with yours once again, holding them in a steady gaze as his lips part in rapture and he finally says what you've been waiting to hear.

"Please, fuck me."

You smile at this. Stu licks his lips as he stretches Billy out, and he turns his head over to meet your lust-glazed eyes. He gives a smirk, raising his eyebrows up in question and you give a nod of approval, earning a wink from the tall blond. You knew exactly what he was thinking, and you watch in amusement as he lifts Billy up by the hips, earning a yell of indignation from the smaller man.

"Alright. Time for the main event, buddy. Y'know since you asked so nicely." Stu says casually with a breathless laugh, emphasizing the far-too-platonic-for-this-situation term of endearment as he lubes his cock and lines himself up.

Billy's eyebrows narrow as he looks over his shoulder at Stu, and the blond just scoffs at this before shoving Billy's head against the pillow and slowly sliding in. A chorus of groans leaves all three of you, and you move to grab the vibrator you had placed next to you, turning it on and and pressing it onto your clit as Stu begins a languid pace.

The push and pull of your boyfriends' bodies was a beautiful sight. Sweat gathers at their brows, their skin flushes red, and deep groans leave them as they find pleasure in one another. You instruct Stu to angle more downwards, to give Billy the true friction he desires, and the blond listens without question.

Billy's back arches at this, a long moan leaving his lips as he begins pushing back against Stu. You allow this. You wanted to see him cum. Wanted to see him cry out. Your eyes don't leave Stu's now rapidly pistoning hips, his cock appearing and disappearing in and out of Billy's entrance. Your legs tremble at this.

"Fuck. God you two look so -mmph- g-good like this. Billy-ah! You're being such a good boy for us, y'know?"

Billy does nothing but nod in response, unable to articulate any sort of intelligent response. His eyes were practically rolling back as Stu drives into him, and he closes his eyes in embarrassment, unable to let you see him look so cockdrunk. Stu's voice joins in as he shifts his gaze from his cock going in and out of Billy to you touching yourself.

"Oh, shit, yeah. Yeah, you like watching me wreck him, hmm baby? Like watching my cock go in and out of his tight, barely-used hole. Hhaha-fuck! Feels so good."

You and Billy groan at his words. It was true, Billy so rarely bottomed, you wondered how tight of a fit Stu was feeling right now. If he was clenching down around his cock as tightly as you were clenching on your fingers. That thought was what finally brought you over the edge. Your eyes screw shut and you tilt your head back with a high-pitched moan and a breathy yeah as you tremble around your fingers. The vibrator on your clit works you through your orgasm, and you remove it once it becomes too much.

All the while, Stu and Billy's eyes don't leave your form. Watching in awe and unmasked lust as they watch you arch off your chair beautifully. You reaching your peak had Stu cursing and bending over Billy's form, hand still pushing his head down as the other hand moves to wrap around the brunette's weeping, aching cock.

"Oh, fuck! Stu!" is all Billy yells in response, clenching around Stu as his peak begins to approach at an even faster rate. The feeling of Billy squeezing had Stu's relentless pace somehow pick up even more and, before long, the blond was keeling over Billy's form, filling him cum with a long, drawn out moan. Billy gasps sharply, the feeling of warm cum and Stu's pulsing cock helping him reach his climax shortly after, his own release spurting all over his own stomach and the bedsheets below as he groans and buries his face into the pillow.

It's silent for a minute after, all three of you catching your breaths as you come down from your respective highs. Your body buzzes, your post orgasm high pulling a dopey smile from your lips. Stu pulls out of Billy with a groan, flopping over next to the brunette with a huff. Billy's hips fall back onto the bed, and he cringes a bit as cum gets smeared onto his front.

You watch the two, affection blossoming in your chest at their blissed out expressions. You bring your legs down and shift, looking down at yourself. Wetness completely coats your pussy, ass, and thighs and you give a sigh at the mess. You move to get up and stretch, walking over to Billy and giving him a kiss on the temple, mirroring the many times he had done the same to your fucked-out form.

He chuckles at this, head barely turning to look up at you tiredly.

"Happy birthday, babe."

You give a good-natured giggle at this, and a breathless laugh leaves Stu as well.

"Thanks for the generous gift, Billy." you say gently as you card your fingers through his hair, pulling a content hum from him. "Let me go grab some towels to clean us all up. Then, a much needed bath is in order, wouldn't you say?"

"Sounds good." Stu speaks up from his place as he sits up and rolls his shoulders a bit.

You make your way to the bathroom, gathering towels and drawing the bath. As you place your hand against the steaming water to check and make sure it wouldn't scald your skins off, you hear the sound of Billy's raised voice and Stu's wheezing laughter in tandem.

"Fuck you! I told you not to cum in me, you dipshit!"

A smirk pulls at your lips. This really was a great birthday gift.

[philliamwrites]

how i met you

Pairing: Eren x gn! Reader

Warnings: None. Fun and crack and fluff

A/N: ok, so this legit happend to me yesterday but the dude i almost ran over wasn't cute, he was a stupid teenager who didn't look both ways when he crossed the street. don't do that. also don't just stop in the middle of the street. nobody got hurt, thank god, but later that evening i told @polyghostfacehours about it and we were both like "that could be such an eren story," so here we are, enjoy!

the story is this: you left late for work and now you're riding your bike for dear life

halfway there, you see a guy crossing the street. but halfway across, he decides otherwise and goes back—without looking for traffic.

it's too late to shout or ring your bell, you can only hit the breaks and hope it won't come to the worst. but today you're universe's bitch. the guy turns in the last second, but he can't dodge out of the way and just like that, you park your bike right between his spread legs.

he stares at you; a deer in headlights. you're about to apologise, heart racing like a rabbit caught in a snare because damn this dude is handsome—green eyes, brown hair has always been your weakness when he says, "shouldn't you invite me to dinner first before you slide between my legs?"

the. audacity.

of course he grins like a smooth mofo because you're his type and he immediately knows fate has dealt him with good cards.

you snap at him how stupid he is to just stop in the middle of the street, why the fuck doesn't he look both ways

meanwhile eren is just "they're the one 😍"; acting all cool and like he doesn't care about what you say but he's just trying to mask that hes has a fucking heart attack from almost being run over

you flip him off and want to move on and never waste a thought on this guy again

ofc eren keeps talking with that kissable obnoxious mouth: "ok, but i think you owe me a coffee. you almost killed me here, you know? 🤨"

"maybe i should for real 😒"

and because eren is a public menace and a fighter through and through and the more he talks the more you're smitten with his smooth, deep voice. in the end, you say yes. and you're late to work, but damn it was worth it because now you have a coffee date with eren

skip ahead two, three months after seeing him and you're dating

whenever your friends ask how you two met, eren gets so d.r.a.m.a.t.i.c. 💅

tells how you almost killed him on that street but he immediately fell in love cuz damn, your ass looks great on that bike 🥰

you're just "🙄 it wasn't that bad"

"you almost took off my balls 🤨"

"good thing i didn't" which is cue for everyone that you'll to start to make out and be annoyingly in love

also you can be SURE that whenever you have an argument, eren will bring that up just to annoy you, "okay, but REMEMBER when you almost killed me with your bike??"

"eren, we're talking about why you didn't do the dishes."

you will never hear the end of it

[looooooooomis]

F I N A L  G I R L |  E L E V EN

You were his final girl.  And there was no chance in hell that anyone or anything was going to mess that up.

masterlist here | final girl playlist here

pairing: Billy Loomis x f!reader   word count:  6.5k warnings: S M U T (18+!!!!), knife play, blood play, bit of angst?

a/n: MASSIVE thank you to the goddess @polyghostfacehours​​ who helped me through this chapter bc ya girl was torn. also HOW GOOD WAS THE NEW SCREAM?!

p a r t   e l e v e n  |  b e a u t i f u l, d a n g e r o u s

Two weeks.

Two whole weeks and you were still being plagued by those fucking nightmares.

They were horrifying and vulgar, each one grimmer than the last. Sometimes you would wake yourself up from it before anything could happen but some nights, most nights, you were forced to succumb to the reality playing out behind your eyes. The one in which a crazed man chased you around the house wielding a knife. It all felt so real.

Too real.

It was always the same. There seemed to be a few minutes where he hadn’t quite found you yet but then, just when you thought you were safe, there he was; thick fingers threaded through your hair and yanked you up and against him as that cold, icy blade glided along your neck. It was as though he was there. You could feel the itchy fabric of his jacket against your skin, feel his calloused fingers gripping you, holding you against him with a bruising force that made you whimper and plead for your life. And then, like clockwork, you’d feel it. Feel his arousal poking into your ass from behind as his hot breath slithered and danced across your cheek.

Some nights, that’s where the nightmare ended. But there had been a few nights now, where things went further than they should have. Where the second you felt the intruders cock against your ass, feel that knife against your neck, your fear waned only long enough for your own painful urges to take over.

The nights where fear was your driving force, the man wielding the knife never had a face. He was unknown, a stranger. And perhaps, that’s why the fear was so palpable but those nights, the ones where your own feral need superseded your panic, that terrifying faceless man began to take shape into a man you knew like the back of your hand.

Billy Loomis.

Your Billy.

The first night you dreamt of Billy, it was as though a switch flipped inside of your brain. What had started with fear, resulted in him bending you over the kitchen counter, still holding that damned knife to your throat, as he railed into you from behind. The second night, you were on your knees in front of him as he fucked your mouth with enough ferocity to make you dizzy.

Every night, it was something different but whether or not he fucked you in those nightmares or not, you’d wake up the same way. Slicked in sweat with your breasts heavy and cunt sopping wet.

You were deranged. Sick in the head. How could a dream where your life was at risk leave you feeling like that?

You needed therapy or, at the very least, you needed to tell somebody about what the hell was going on in that sick little mind of yours. But who? And how? You couldn’t very well go to Sid about this and while Tatum would absolutely know what to do or say to put you at ease, you couldn’t bring yourself to mention it in fear of having her see through your inevitable lie should she ask just who the ominous man wielding the knife was.

Then, of course, there was Billy. You wanted nothing more than to tell Billy about the level of detail going on in these nightmares, hell, he’d probably like it, but a part of you knew that the second you opened those floodgates, you had no real control over what exactly would come through the other side.

That darkness inside of Billy, the one he buried down so well, was vast and bewildering. Could you handle the reaction you possibly got out of Billy? Or worse, what if you liked it?

Unfortunately for both you and Billy, your little secret was tearing you apart. You knew you were acting fucking weird around him. You were coming up with excuses not to see him, desperate for some space in an attempt to figure out whatever the hell was going on in your mind. No part of you knew how to handle your body’s response to danger and just why your brain associated the man you loved with the man holding a knife to your throat in your dreams was a lot to unwrap.

Too much to unwrap.

Which is exactly how you ended up here. Painfully aware of your own silence as Billy sat on the other end of the couch chewing on his lip and casting you enough sidelong glances to make the pit in your stomach churn in guilt.

You had the house to yourself all weekend long and even though you’d told Billy that you weren’t up for any visitors, feigning pain in your broken (albeit healing) wrist, he’d shown up an hour ago with popcorn, some beer and those puppy dog eyes that made you weak. Every part of your brain screamed at you to turn him away until you got a better grip on what was going on in your head but the second your name tumbled out of those lips and you heard the quiet desperation laced through his every word, every rational thought in your brain fell to wayside.

He’d kissed you the second the door was closed but it was short-lived as you smacked on what you hoped was a breezy grin and gently pushed him back to usher him into the living room. You couldn’t trust yourself around him, not yet. Not with thoughts of him dragging a knife along your neck as he fucked you senselessly against your kitchen counter.

Fuck, you were deranged.

You know he noticed your apprehension. That was the thing about Billy, he knew you. In and out. Every inch of your body, every dark crevasse of your mind. There wasn’t a single part of you that Billy wasn’t hyper-aware of so when you pulled away and gave him that false smile, you know he saw right through it.

Even as the two of you sat there, blindly watching the movie playing on the TV before you, you knew he was focused solely on you. You felt his eyes, that weighty stare, scraping over your profile as you tried to appear interested in whatever the fuck was on TV. You knew you weren’t being fair, not on him and definitely not on yourself – it wasn’t as though you could control your dreams, after all. But, all the same, there you were. Ignoring your problems instead of dealing with them as per the usual.

“Are we just going to pretend that this isn’t fucking weird?” Billy’s voice sliced into the quietude of your living room and immediately sent your pulse skyrocketing.

“Hmm?” You hummed, your tone flippant despite knowing exactly what he was talking about. You just barely managed to look at him before offering up a punitive smile and a careless shrug. “What do you mean?”

God, you hated yourself.

You felt the couch shift under his weight as he closed the distance between you. He’d done a fairly decent job thus far in maintaining a physical barrier between you but enough was enough. “What’s going on with you?” He asked and as his fingers ghosted across your cheekbone, immediately you were flooded with images of your dream and the feeling of that knife along your throat.

You cleared your throat as your smile waivered just enough to feel mangled on your lips. “Nothing,” you lied, trying your damnedest to ignore the shot of electricity pulsing from where he was touching your cheek that echoed its way down between your thighs. “I’m just watching the movie, is all.”

You finally focused in on said movie only to realize it was a commercial. Fuck.

“You’ve been acting weird for a couple weeks now,” Billy’s tone was quiet, unsure. “If this is about me and Sid, I know that—”

“It’s not,” you interjected with a shake of your head. You had enough questionable things on your mind, you couldn’t focus on that right now. “It’s not about that.”

Desperate for answers and just happy he was getting something out of you, he shuffled even closer and dipped his head lower in an attempt to catch your troubled eyes. “Then did I do something?” He asked, barely above a whisper. One of his arms was splayed along the back of the couch while the other still cupped your jaw with enough tenderness to make you want to cry.

“Nothing,” your voice was firm as you finally dragged your eyes up to meet his concerned stare. “You didn’t do anything, Billy. Honestly.”

“Then what is it?” He shook his head. “Because for the last two weeks, I’ve barely been able to pin you down. Even tonight, you have the whole house to yourself, and I had to find out through fucking Tatum. You didn’t even tell me.”

Guilt niggled its way into your chest as you chewed on your lip. He looked so fucking distressed that it nearly killed you. How could you have possibly associated the maniac in your dreams, subconsciously or not, with the man sitting before you? And why, even when you had, did that thrill, that danger, excite you so damn much?

You blew out one long exasperated sigh before throwing yourself back. With one arm still wrapped in the cast, you used your good arm to shield your face away from him as you shook your head in defeat. “I think, maybe, I fucked my head up in that accident.”

“What?” Concern ebbed its way into Billy’s words, making you regret your bout of dramatics instantly. “Have you seen a doctor?”

“No,” you groaned. “I don’t mean literally. I don’t know what I mean, to be honest.” Slowly, you removed your arm only to find those coffee-coloured eyes still watching your every move. Confusion puckered his brow, not that you could blame him, but it was the concern radiating off of him that made the next few words feel a little easier to say out loud. “Remember that dream I had at Tatum’s?”

He blinked. “The ones with the guy? And the knife?”

You swallowed and nodded your head. “Yeah, well, they’re still going on. Nearly every night. They’re fucking with me.”

Billy was quiet for a few seconds, absorbing your words with both interest and confusion still marring his handsome face. “Are they scaring you? Is that why you’ve been distant?”

God, if you only knew…

“No,” you managed to say, voice thick. Were you ready for the floodgates to open? Were you ready to share this undeniably fucked up little kink that your brain had started hyper-fixating on since that first nightmare? Your stomach was in your throat as you pushed yourself up so that you were no longer a rumpled mess on the couch and instead facing him dead-on. You heaved a mighty sigh. “I’m…oddly very into it.”

Billy was careful with his next few words. Had he heard you right? Was he understanding you? He thought back to that night at Tatum’s, the night that he’d fucked himself raw to the idea of you waking up fully aroused from a nightmare involving being scared for your life – but he’d thought it was just a one-off, especially since you hadn’t mentioned it since.

But to hear this?

That you’d been having these dreams for the last two weeks and enjoying them? His cock twitched as he mulled over the right words to say. That was most definitely not what he’d been expecting to hear out of your mouth and while it both excited him and turned him on painfully fast, that still didn’t answer his initial concern.

“We all have our kinks, our fantasies,” he twirled some of your hair between his fingers, “but why shut me out?”

He watched your brow wrinkle as those pretty eyes fell from his down to your lap. Panic gripped him for a few seconds as the silence spawned. There was no way in hell you could have known about what he and Stu did to that asshole that night of your accident. They’d been thorough, the last he’d heard from Tatum straight out of Dewey’s mouth was that they thought it was a one-off robbery – but then why had you been acting like this? Why ice him out?

Slowly, your eyes met his and his panic only grew.

“I don’t know how to say this without offending you or making me sound like a fucking looney tune,” you breathed out a shaky breath before squaring your shoulders. “At first, the guy in my dreams was just…a guy? He didn’t really have a face or anything but I knew he wanted me dead. And, well, for as fucked up as it sounds, something in that made me feel…”

“It excited you,” Billy pushed out, scraping his thumb along the apple of your cheek. “I remember.”

He felt you lean into his touch and a part of him relaxed.

“Right, exactly. Fucked up, but true.” You began to pick at the cast on your arm. “But then the dreams changed. I’m still running scared, I know my life is still at risk, like he can kill me any second, but…” You frowned. “But sometimes when I’m having that dream, I turn around and I see that it’s you.” You released a long, shaky breath and Billy felt his stomach fall to the floor beneath his feet. “I look back and the guy holding the knife is you, Billy.”

An atom bomb could have landed in your living room and Billy wasn’t sure he’d hear it over the sound of his heart rumbling so fucking loudly in his ear drums. The room around him spun, the panic that had been gripping his chest had now spread throughout his entire body leaving him cold and unable to move a muscle.

You were scared of him. You’d dreamt that he was going to kill you and now you were scared of him.

Something that felt a whole hell of a lot like a heart attack seized his entire body as he fought for words that didn’t seem to come. He blinked; once, twice, five times before slowly letting his head fall to stare holes into your floor.

You were scared.

Of him.

He was sure his blood had drained out of his body by now as his hand slowly fell from your cheek, down to your shoulder before landing with a lifeless thwack against your thigh. “I, uh,” words failed him. With his mouth dry and his lungs painfully imploding inside of his chest, Billy blinked again in stunned silence.

“I don’t think you get it.” He could hear your voice through the fog of his brain, but it was still muffled. But then your warm hand gently raked through his hair, demanding his full attention as you guided his head up so that his eyes met yours again. “I’m not afraid or anything,” you explained. “Seeing you like that, feeling you hold that knife against my throat…those dreams don’t end with you killing me, even though I know you could, but we fuck.” A mortified smile graced your lips. “How fucked up is that? Here you are thinking a blood kink is taboo and here I am finger fucking myself senselessly to the thought of you fucking me with a knife to my throat.”

Every ounce of blood that he felt drain from him was flooding straight to his cock as realization dawned on him.

“What?” He sputtered, eyes wide.

You groaned and leaned forward to bury your face into the crook of his neck. He smelled like him, hints of aftershave and detergent with an almost minty musk peppered in. You’d fucking missed that smell, missed him. Missed seeing him without having to keep up appearances, missed his smile, his hair, those eyes.

For two weeks you’d kept him at a distance in fear of opening up a side of your relationship you weren’t sure you were quite ready to see. But now that you’d said it, now that it was out in the open, your curiosity got the better of you. How far could you delve into that darkness inside of Billy Loomis?

And were you prepared to face whatever followed you out?

“I’m sorry for pushing you away,” you grumbled into his neck. “I didn’t know what to make of it. I was in my own head thinking about…everything, really. And I just didn’t know how to deal with it. I still don’t.”

“Hey,” he soothed quietly, “you don’t have to apologize. But why didn’t you tell me?”

You pulled back, still with those pouty lips that drove Billy crazy. “I was nervous,” you admitted softly. “Scared, maybe?”

Billy’s eyes were gentle as they swept over your face. “Of me?”

“No,” you answered quickly, but then you waivered. “Maybe? But not because I think you’ll hurt me; I know you won’t. But hearing your girlfriend say that she’s fucking herself to the thought of you with a knife screams unstable.”

The smirk that stretched across Billy’s lips was slow and precarious as he reached across to scrape his thumbnail along the outline of your lips. “Girlfriend?”

You blinked. “What?”

“You just called yourself my girlfriend,” he shuffled closer to you as his hand slithered down the side of your neck. “I’ve called you my girlfriend this entire time, but you’ve never once labelled yourself as my girlfriend.”

You rolled your eyes. “That’s your takeaway from all of this?”

He nodded and kissed you gently and much too briefly for your own liking. “My takeaway,” he hummed and gave you another short kiss, “is that it took you having a nightmare about me fucking you with a knife pressed to your throat to finally acknowledge that you’re my girlfriend. You are a little freak, aren’t you?”

You grinned into his lips as he backed you down against the arm of the sofa. His lips were warm, his kisses slow and methodical. You could taste how much he’d missed you with every lingering kiss. But with those images of him in your dreams, the arousal of danger and the promise of feeling it in real life made you still against his mouth for just a moment before you gently pushed him back with your good hand.

“Billy,” you were breathless, “do you think we could try something?”

He nodded without a second thought. “Anything.”

You gave him a small smile and as you stood up to your full height and offered him your hand, Billy took it and mindlessly followed you into the kitchen. He was rock hard and he knew you knew as much judging by the extra swing in your step, making sure his eyes were on your ass with every step you took.

When you stopped and swung back around to face him, there was a look of pure resolve on your face. But it was the moment where you apprehensively dropped your eyes to the knife block by the stove that Billy felt all of the air in his lungs leave his body. Slowly, your eyes danced along the blade of the knife in wonderment before those eyes met his again.  

“I think that maybe, if you’re comfortable with it, I want to feel that level of danger that I feel in those dreams.” Your voice sounded like a fucking melody as he embraced your every word, dumbfounded. His cock was straining painfully hard against the restraints of his jeans as you stood there, leaning against the kitchen counter with nothing but trouble in those damned eyes.

But he was apprehensive. He didn’t want to – no – he couldn’t hurt you. He’d kill himself before he hurt you. Did you know what you were asking him to do? Did he know?

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he muttered quietly.

“I don’t want you to hurt me, either.” You agreed. “But these dreams, Billy. They’re driving me crazy. And I’m so fucking wet when I wake up from them, I feel like if I don’t explore it, they’re just going to keep coming back. Seeing this uninhabited version of you, the knife acting as a constant reminder of danger…there’s something about it. We don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with, obviously. I just thought that, maybe---”

He couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment when that darkness inside of him took hold, but the next thing he knew, he’d turned you around so that you were facing the kitchen counter and the knife that you’d been toting around only seconds prior was now gripped within in his own hand. He held it against your throat, just like you’d talked about – gently, and with the dull end pressed to the base of your throat – but he held it there all the same, holding you pinned firmly against his chest.

You gasped and the whimper that he got in return warmed his entire body as he thrusted into your backside. “How does it feel, baby?” He asked, biting down on your earlobe. He felt your entire body melt against his chest and forced his eyes closed in an attempt to stop himself from coming right then and there. With his free hand, he reached down and squeezed one of your tits through your shirt. “Knowing I could slice your throat right now?”

Your ass shimmied against his cock but rather than grant him with a verbal answer, you reached up to grab the hand massaging your tit only to steer it down to the hem of your jeans. “See for yourself.”

A growl tore out of his throat as he unbuttoned your jeans and as he shoved his greedy fist past your thong and along the small smattering of hair along your mound, Billy bit down on his lip hard enough to draw blood. You were fucking soaked.

Slipping his fingers through your sopping folds, he found your swollen clit and moaned into your ear as he gave it a firm pinch. “Jesus fucking Christ,” his own breathing was ragged, shaky in your ear as he fought to control himself. He needed to control himself but, fuck, you were making it damned near impossible. His head lulled forward and you hissed as he bit down on your shoulder. “God, you’re so fucking perfect.”

Your chest was heaving as he began to coax his thumb along your throbbing clit and as he slipped two fingers inside of your tight cunt, you couldn’t bury your moan. It slipped out through your lips and echoed out around the kitchen as your eyes fell shut. The pressure of the blade, though a little dull, was tight against the base of your throat but as he continued his assault on your pussy, you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

“What did I do to you in your dreams, baby?” He asked, letting the blade slowly glide across your throat. “Did I fuck you right here in this kitchen? Did I bend you over this counter and slice that pretty little neck of yours as I fucked your cunt?”

Before you could get your answer out, you felt him rip the blade away from your neck only long enough to yank your jeans down the length of your thighs so that your pussy was bare and exposed. He palmed himself through his own jeans to the sight of you standing there, chest heaving, eyes hooded and dreamy, lips parted in want.

Cornering you against the counter, he bucked his hips into yours and grabbed the knife again. His eyes were so dark as they watched the blade dance up your body and when he sliced the hem of your shirt open and tore it off of you, you found that you couldn’t breathe. Something between fear and excitement crept up your flesh and burned its way up your entire body as he tossed the material of your now ruined shirt across the kitchen.

His eyes never once left yours.

He smirked, a real sadistic smirk that you supposed should have made your skin crawl but did everything but. Your nipples pebbled painfully as the cold blade scraped against your naked chest and across both nipples. You needed to feel his hot mouth on you, feel that tongue glide across your nipples and suck. But he was giving you no mercy as he stood there with his eyes glimmering.

“Answer me.” He demanded. “Did I fuck you? Did you like it?”

The knife was back against your throat only this time it wasn’t the dull edge and your pulse spiked as you felt it slither along your skin. That darkness inside of him, the one he tried to keep buried deep, deep down was profound as he held that knife against you. It was exuding off of him in waves but there was a tenderness, too. A small glimmer of light in those charcoal eyes that kept you there, barely breathing in anticipation.

“Yes,” your voice came out a breathy whine.

He chuckled darkly. “Sit on the counter. Open your legs for me.”

You swallowed hard but did as you were told.

His dark eyes sauntered down to your pussy and as he slipped his fingers through your folds again, the weight of the knife along your throat increased. At first, you barely paid it any mind, but as he quickened his pace on your clit, your breath hitched as he pressed it a little harder against your neck.

“Billy,” you moaned, both in warning and in ecstasy.

But he was paying the knife no mind. His full attention was on your cunt.

You swallowed hard and attempted to move back just enough to ease the pressure on your neck, but the when a growl slipped out of his mouth again, the hand holding the knife moved with you and that blade, that sharp blade that you’d dreamt about all week long, sliced into your throat.

Hissing in pain, you jerked back and immediately reached for your neck. You knew it wasn’t big and it certainly wasn’t deep, but the moisture on your palm was enough to tell you that however big or small it was, it had drawn blood.

The knife fell to the counter beside your thigh as Billy practically threw himself away from you. His eyes were wide, the smirk long gone, and only fear gripped his handsome face as his wide, panicked eyes soaked you in.

“Fuck,” he whispered, more so to himself. “Fuck, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to do that. I was just—Fuck!”

“It’s okay,” you brought your hand down to peer at the amount of blood. It wasn’t anything to serious, but fuck did it hurt. “I moved my neck and you moved your hand at the same time; it wasn’t your fault.”

“It is,” he snapped. He ran a shaky hand through his hair and began to pace. “I didn’t mean to hurt you, I would never hurt you. I got carried away,” he dragged his hand down his face. “I don’t want you scared of me. I didn’t—”

“Billy,” your brow pinched as you reached for his hands. “It wasn’t your fault. Stop.”

Bit his dark eyes were on your bloodied neck. “I hurt you.”

“Billy,” you tried again, dipping your head to catch his frenzied stare. “Look at me.” It took a few seconds for those brown eyes to find yours, but when they did, the guilt eating away at him was written all over his face. “I asked you to hold a knife to my throat. I think it’s safe to say I can hold some accountability here.” You tried for a joke, but he wasn’t taking the bait. Pulling him closer so that he was now standing between your naked thighs you raked your fingers through his hair and offered up a small smile. “I liked it, Billy. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

He cocked his head to the side and shot you a look. “I could have killed you.”

“I think that’s a little dramatic,” you snorted. “I’ve had cat scratches deeper than this.”

“It’s not funny.” He groused quietly. “Look at your neck.”

“Billy,” you sighed. “Are you hearing me? I liked it.” You reached up and raked your thumb along your pebbled nipple. “I think that’s obvious, don’t you?”

Silence penetrated the room. It was obvious Billy didn’t know what to do with himself after seeing the small gash along your throat and you were far too busy monitoring his reaction to fill the space with idle comfort. You could see he was terrified at what he’d done, but as his eyes flickered down to the cut and back to your eyes, you were all too aware that the bulge in his pants never once died down.

He liked it every bit as much as you did.

Slowly, he reached his hand out to get a better look at your throat. Guilt was splayed out across every inch of his face, but there was a look of intrigue behind those eyes that drew you in. It was the same look you saw that night whilst he fucked you covered in blood. That same darkness that clung to him when he thought nobody else was looking. But what scared you was the fact that you liked it.

Not only did you like it - you felt it, too.

There was a danger in that darkness, a little ember inside of your belly that made the mark on your throat feel more empowering than horrifying.

His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as those eyes skirted up your face. “What are you thinking?” His tone was pleading, desperate.

“I’m just absorbing everything,” you admitted quietly.

Billy swallowed again and shifted his weight between your legs. “What does that mean?”

You held his troubled stare as you slowly reached forward to tug his white t-shirt off of his body. The veins in his neck were swollen against his reddened throat and his breathing was slow, deliberate, as he watched you pick up the knife that he’d discarded beside you moments prior.

“You don’t scare me,” you whispered, raking the blade down his chest. “But there’s a darkness inside of you, Billy. I see it.”

Slowly and as gently as you could, you applied just enough pressure to draw blood. He hissed, much like you did, but he didn’t move an inch. Instead, those dark eyes were locked in on your gaze as though completely mesmerized by you.

“Are you scared of it?” He asked, his voice thick. “Of me?”

Dragging the knife away from him, a few drops of his blood began to drip down the blade before pooling into your blood that marred the stainless steel.

“No,” You admitted, swiping your finger up the blade to catch the blood on the tip of your finger. Watching his eyes, you brought your finger up to his lips and watched as he opened his mouth to lap and suck the blood off of your finger, never once breaking your gaze. “Because I think there’s a little bit of darkness in me, too.”

Something snapped inside of Billy in that moment; a release, of sorts. Not being able to stop himself, he lunged forward to capture your mouth as he yanked you to the edge of the counter. He needed you closer than humanly possible in that instance, as those words bled into his subconscious. How you managed to be so fucking perfect for him was beyond him, but in that moment, he couldn’t begin to decipher it.

All that mattered was that you saw something inside of him very few had and despite that, you loved him. Wholly. Fully. With every part of you.

And fuck if he didn’t love you with every part of his soul.

His name slipped out of that perfect mouth as he began to kiss down your body, desperate to taste every inch of you. He nuzzled your tits, swirled his tongue along your nipples as he sucked and lapped at the pert buds. The urge to touch every inch of you, taste every inch of you, overwhelmed him to the point that he felt as though he was on fire.

He stilled as he nudged your legs open with his broad and once again, those eyes found yours. With a single kiss to your mound, Billy’s expert tongue slipped between the folds of your cunt and gave it one long, slow lick with the flat of his tongue.

“Fuck,” you rasped out, squeezing your eyes shut as you tossed your head back.

“Look at me,” he demanded.

Lulling your head forward, you gave him a mischievous little smirk and just barely had time to brace yourself before his tongue delved into your folds. His tongue was despairing, his mouth hungry, and the grip he had on your hips was bruising as he held you firmly against that counter. But even being this close wasn’t enough right now. He wanted to drown himself inside of you. Your thighs twitched and circled around his head as he tasted you and the moans that were slicing into the quietude of your empty house made him reach down to palm himself again through his jeans.  

Looking up at you through hooded eyes, he watched you play with those perfect tits as you bucked into his mouth. God, he loved you so fucking much.

“Billy, baby,” you moaned, squeezing those tits perfect tits of yours. “Just like that, don’t stop.”

Pushing your hand away, he took over the assault on your tits as you threaded your fingers through his hair and squeezed. You were breathless and whiny and the blood that smeared along your throat could have been enough to make him come if he didn’t bury himself inside of you soon.

With his mouth lapping and sucking on your clit, Billy slipped two fingers inside of your pussy, not being gentle in the slightest as he pumped inside of you. The yelp of excitement that tore out of that pretty mouth made his cock twitch. You were close, he could feel it on his tongue.

You bucked into his mouth again and felt that heat begin to prickle in your toes and up your legs. You were close, so fucking close. 

Sensing his eyes on you, you managed to lock eyes as lapped and sucked at your hot cunt. It was as though both of your guards, for the first time in a long time, were completely down in that one fleeing look and as you reached for the knife, still slicked with a small about of blood, and brought it to your mouth, you knew you had Billy’s full attention.

With the flat of your tongue, you scraped your tongue up the blade and smirked as you watched his eyes darken as he gave your clit one long, agonizing suck.

You cried out his name, whiny and desperate, but he didn’t relent. Not after that image.  Not even when your thighs clamped together, burying him inside of your sweet cunt, did he relent. He was nose deep inside of your pussy, tasting you all over his mouth, feeling your slick coat his chin and your body tremble beneath his lips.

You were a writhing mess and with each lap and suckle he gave your cunt, you felt that familiar heat began to climb its way back, clawing at you from the inside out. Somehow, you managed to focus in on him through the fog of ecstasy. His eyes were so dark in those few seconds, so hungry, that you couldn’t stop the moan that escaped you. It was loud and guttural and, as he refused to let go of your clit even with the stars dancing behind your eyes, you dropped the knife and squeezed at the ends of his hair as you threw your head back, unable to quiet the string of obscenities filtering out of your mouth.

Finally, after your body nearly gave out, Billy released you only long enough to kiss his way back up your body. He stopped at your breasts, swirling that incredible tongue along your nipples for a few seconds before continuing up until he was inches away from your lips.

“You see what you do to me, baby?” He purred, moving your hand so that it cupped the bulge in his pants. “You drive me fucking crazy.”

You grinned and caught his bottom lip between your lip. “Show me how crazy.”

Something between a growl and a laugh echoed out between you as he yanked you off of the counter only to flip you over. The move was swift and a little rough as he bent you over the counter, but you didn’t care. You couldn’t care the second you heard the zip of his jeans and the second you felt those greedy hands ghosting across your bare ass, that little flame inside of you spawned into a full-fledged fire.

He lined himself up, the head of his cock slipped up your folds and along your clit only briefly before piercing into you. The animalistic grunt that came from him made you whimper. Fuck, he felt so good.

“Did I fuck you like this?” He whispered as he slowly pulled out only to slam back into you with enough force to send you reeling forward. The whimper he got out of you was enough to incite a cocky smirk. “You like this, don’t you, baby?”

You were so wet. The sound of his balls slapping against your perfect ass combined with the squelching of that pussy was all encompassing and it drove him fucking wild. Dropping both of his hands to your hips, his grip was unbreakable as he held you against the counter.

You’d have bruises in the morning, he knew you would, but he’d be there to kiss and lick and soothe every last one of them.

Whimpers stowed out of that pretty mouth as you reached back to squeeze his ass, steering him further into you as he fucked you senseless against the counter. With his lip caught between his teeth, Billy’s own grunts got the better of him as pummeled into you from behind.

But he needed you closer.

He was so fucking close to coming and he could tell, by the way your pussy pulsed against his cock, that you were too. With a snarl, he reached one hand up to grab a fistful of your hair, yanking you up so that you were flush against his chest as he came undone inside of you. He was white hot as he emptied his seed inside your cunt. He bit down on your shoulder as he palmed your tits with ravenous hands, revelling in the way you cried out for him.

His breathing was heavy and laboured and the more sensitive his cock got with every thrust, his pace slowed. For a moment, neither of you moved. Instead, he allowed his forehead to fall back against your shoulder, kissing the now reddened area where he’d just bitten down, before he slowly pulled out of you.

The emptiness that enveloped you the second he’d pulled out was overwhelming as you all but collapsed against the counter. But before you could so much as speak, Billy was gently guiding your hips forward so that your ass was back against the ledge and the two of you were nose to nose.

He kissed you then, soft and sweet and full of longing as his thumb delicately soothed over the cut along your throat. “I love you,” he whispered, nudging your nose up so that he could see those eyes. “You’re my girl.”

Grinning, you reached up to smooth his hair down. “Love you, too.”

I am a literal piece of shit and lost the tag list for this story that people asked to be on so I am so sorry lmao hope this finds you well x

[wonderlandjester]

hehe hiii kit !! sending this for the "weird asks" thing lol 2, 6 + 8 (uu better be taking care of urself >:( /lh)

You see...I was gonna be ha ha funny and answer this with doodles but not only do I lack the energy but also just have no time yahahaha. Anyways. 2-Pepsi box blue or Cheetos bag orange? Pepsi blue without a doubt. If it wasn't clear by the aesthetic of my blog here, blue is my favorite color. Yahahaha. Although to be fair, orange is my second favorite so :P. Not to mention, the shade of blue is close to my favorite shade so that is an added bonus. 6-What blogs do you mostly interact with Well on my main blog(@rakunko), I mainly interact with @of-devils-and-drawings and @bisexual-horror-fan. Once in a blue moon if I have the courage I will interact with @polyghostfacehours. And in a few passing times I have interacted with @bloodytittiez, and recently @itskeej This leads me to this next point...yall really should go check their stuff out. Devil's makes phenomenal art and I cannot get enough of it.11/10 content right there, so consider supportin' her!! Blood also makes art but it has such tasty AF colors and composition. Very nice dark and saturated colors with a detailed style. She is a wonderful DBD/horror artist and I love seein' her stuff on my feed. As for Keej, they just use really pretty colors that make me think of DMMD at times, not to mention their slasher OC's are 👌. Now Bex. THIS WOMAN I SWEAR TO G IS JUST 😲. If you like slashers and spicy writing then she is the one for you. The same goes for Poly. Both just write such wonderful works that I cannot find the words. So please go look at their blogs and work. 😭 8-Have you had water today

😬.

Okay, but in seriousness, I DO need to drink more water but I have a hard time doing so. I mainly drink milk like it is water and of course tea. If it counts I had water Yesterday :). I prefer coconut water over regular water and thankfully I have one left here in my room. I just have a hard time consumin' it and you are not the first one to ask such a thing lol.

[msookyspooky]

When u are so bored and sleepy that you scroll to sleep...

The treasures of memories I found...

Your first ever post!

My first ever ask

Me telling you who my yn is

The first ever chapter of the series...

Plus there was also the sad time when I was literally pestering you to do that Micheal Langdon x daughter of James Patrick March fic.... Btw would u do it?.....

JK JK, IT WAS FUNNY THOUGH.....

Omg I can't believe my first post was a rb of a Tim Burton beauty and the beast 🤣😯 This actually was originally going to be a digital fanart blog but then I was strapped for money, decided to offer my writing on Fiverr, realized ppl actually didn't mind my writing, didn't like writing the topics I had to write for others, quit, missed writing, had the urge to write a Scream fanfic of poly!ghostface after lurking on @polyghostfacehours blog for a while and here we are! 😅

Actually I'm thinking of offering certain fics ideas as commissions (Can be private or posted whichever) one day in the future. Not rn but maybe one day so it's not as crazy as you think 😉 but rn I'm still getting tons of requests I need to go through + the finishing touches on TT (I WAS gonna post Friday but ISTG something always happens in life that puts writing on the back burner but the chapter I'm nervous about bc I don't want it too be ooc or rushed however things HAVE to come to a head. It's like 75% done and hopefully sometime this week it'll be released and the last chapter of TT until 4)

[fandom-trash-247]

✨🧡🌙SEND THIS TO TEN OTHER BLOGGERS YOU THINK ARE WONDERFUL. KEEP THE GAME GOING ✨🧡

Aww, thank you so much!

Sending it back to @cyanide-latte, and bringing it to @allnewvegas, @gaeadene, @bisexual-horror-fan, @polyghostfacehours, @s1mping4slashers, @thewastelandwriter, @tinalbion, @quite-likely-valentine, and @justwritingscibbles

I don't typically do things like this, but why not spread some positivity?

[mehbzz]

7 Minutes in Heaven

7 mins in Heaven with Billy and Stu. It was @polyghostfacehours WIP that inspired me so they get the credit! F!reader x Billy and F!reader x Stu.

A little dubcon, possessive behaviour, a little oral, a very tiny amount of dom reader and sub Stu.

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“I swear if those two jackasses get each other I’m opening that door early.”

You snort in amusement and Randy glares at you. “I’m telling you-,”

“I know, I know,” You hold your hands up in surrender, watching as Randy tries to open the beer bottle in his hand. “You’ve got a hard on for them fucking each other.”

“What??” Randy looks genuinely distraught at your accusation, finally throwing the bottle cap into the sink with a little more force than necessary. “Absolutely not.”

“You bring it up way too often, you know that right? It’s a little suspicious.” You try to control your grin. Billy and Stu were far too careful for this to be a genuine problem, you knew it was just Randy’s jealousy talking and probably against your better judgement, you did find it funny.

“Fuck you. I just kn-,”

“I know!” You repeat it with a sigh. “I know what you think and you’re the only one that thinks it. You’re delusional. And drunk.”

“I’m the observant one,” He gestures to his chest, beer fizzing up and over his fingers at the movement. “I’m the only observant one around here.”

“I think I would have noticed don’t you?” You snatch the beer bottle out of his hands and take a sip before emptying the rest down the sink.

Randy narrows his eyes as he regards you. “Ok Mr White, yo-,” He trails off at your confused look. “Seriously? Reservoir dogs?” He looks disappointed as you shake your head. “Ok right we’re watching that next time but what I mean is you’re too close to them. You can’t see the signs; you don’t want to see the signs.”

“You’re never getting with Sid you know that right?”

He flinches and you immediately regret your snappy reply. “Sorry.”

He shrugs but gives you a small smile. “I’m optimistic. Billy will fuck it up.”

“Sure he will. It’s sunshine and rainbows for you and Sid in the near future.” You shove the empty bottle back into his hands as you give him a gentle push towards the living room. “They’re waiting on us, we can gossip later.”

You feel a little uncomfortable but try to ignore it as you take a seat on the floor next to Randy. You always feel a little uneasy at these parties, you feel guilty and on edge, like Tatum or Sidney are going to suddenly realise what’s been going on behind their backs just from one glance at your face. They are your friends but it feels a little fake, the amount of secrets and lies you have from them always makes you feel a little distant from them. You glance around the group as Randy lists the rules of the game, there are a few faces you don’t know beyond recognising them from previous parties, a guy in a red sox hat gives you a wink as you make eye contact.

“BunBun!” Stu slightly slurred voice startles you out of your observation and you grimace at the new nickname. “You’re not playing are you? We got enough people already. You’re going to ruin my chances of getting who I want.” He pinches Tatum’s side and she yelps. He’s putting it on, not that you’d be able to tell if you didn’t already know. He was a good actor but Stu rarely if ever got genuinely drunk at these parties.

“More the merrier.” Randy pats your knee; a move Stu’s gaze instantly narrows in on.

“As if you’re getting lucky.”

Randy flips him off as he picks up the bottle. “It’s a game of chance, or even… fate. I have as much chance as you at getting lucky jerkface.”

You laugh, trying to stifle it into a cough when Stu’s gaze flicks to you. Randy leans into your side, nudging you a little harder than you think he meant to. “Want to go first?”

“Not particu-,”

“Great,” Randy presses the bottle into your hand, almost linking your fingers together as he clumsily guides you to rest it on the floor. “Spin it fast, and pray fate is on your side.”

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BILLY

It lands on Billy, and you see him tense out the corner of your eye but you can’t bring yourself to look at him, your gaze instead going straight to Sid. She gives you a small smile, it’s meant to be reassuring, kind, but it makes you feel a little sick.

“They’re like family,” Red cap mutters and you wince. “Nothing hot coming from them being locked in a bathroom together.”

Stu laughs, the sound turning into an excited cackle as he almost chokes on his beer. “You’ve not been watching the right po-, ow what was that for??” His hand rubs across his ribs where Tatum had unceremoniously elbowed him.

“You’re disgusting.”

“I’m open minded. Non judgemental, love is lov-,”

“Shut up.” She snatches the beer from his hand, taking a swig as she gives you an apologetic smile. “Sorry.”

You shake your head in response, it’s not her fault.

“You can spin again if you want.” Randy leans over to whisper and the brush of air over your ear makes you shiver.

“Getting a little cozy there Randall, she didn’t spin you.” Stu mutters as he slides his hand round Tatum’s waist, tugging her a little closer. “Seems you’re fated to be alone.”

Randy ignores him, instead murmurs your name as he waits for you to respond. You stand. You can do this. It’s no big deal; it would draw more attention if you didn’t do it.

Billy stands as well, catching your eye as he tilts his head towards the door. “Let’s get it over with.”

It may be a small bathroom but it’s immaculately decorated. For all the faults Stu states his mom has, she definitely has a good eye for décor.

“The paint job more interesting than me?” Billy’s voice makes you jump slightly, turning back to face him with a sheepish grin.

“Sorry, don’t think I’ve ever been in here… which is kinda weird considering how much time I spend here.” You relax back against the wall, unsure what you’re supposed to do. Billy’s eyes flick to the door and back to you. He looks tense. “We don't have to do anything you know."

“I know.” He reaches out for you, closing the distance as his fingers fluttering over your skin as his palm cups your cheek. “What if I want to?”

You lean into his touch, your eyes closing as you focus on the feeling of his thumb stroking softly over your cheek bone.

 “I love you.” It’s whispered quietly as he leans forward to press his forehead against your own.

It’s a shock, hearing him say that. Words he’s said many times before but hearing him say it somewhere which could technically be considered public, with a large group of your friends, including his girlfriend, standing right behind the door feels special. It feels like a big deal, you don’t know what you’ve done to warrant this level of affection, or why he’s even feeling so affectionate and you stay still, not wanting to ruin the moment. The two of you stay like that for a minute, pressed together, until Billy shivers, tilting his head until his mouth gently brushes over yours.

You sigh into his mouth, your lips parting slightly and Billy groans softly in response. His tongue swipes across your bottom lip, as he grips your hips, pushing you back until he has you pressed flush against the wall behind you.

His leg slides between your thighs in order to completely close the gap between you, the sensation making your breath hitch, fighting and losing against the urge to rock down against his thigh.

“Easy bunny,” He glances back at the door briefly and then leans close. “We can’t get carried away.” His lips graze against over your jaw before he leans down to nuzzle into your neck.

Despite his reprimand he does nothing to discourage your movements. His hand sliding up over the back of your thigh until he’s palming your ass, squeezing hard enough to make you whimper as he encourages you to rock your hips a little harder against him.

He lets you grind clumsily against his thigh and continues to trail slow, wet kisses down the length of your neck. You’re breathing too hard, moans and whimpers keep slipping out of you, despite your efforts to stay quiet.

Your hips stutter, the teasing pleasure starting to morph into a need to escalate, it’s not enough. You mumble his name, a needy plea and he almost growls in response, a low rumbling groan in his chest as he nips sharply at your shoulder. Your chin tilts up to give him better access, wanting him to mark you despite the voice in the back of your head screaming at you that it’s a very bad idea.

Your grip tightens on him as his hands slide upwards and under your shirt, fluttering over your ribs until his thumbs trace the underside of your breasts. It’s too much, too much teasing and not enough stimulation, a loud desperate sound escaping you, and he stops. Pulling away and letting you go, giving you a peck on your nose followed by a very smug grin. “Stop letting Randy paw at you.”

“What?” You’re dazed, off kilter and extremely turned on. “I don’t-, pawing?”

Billy slumps down on the floor opposite you, wiping his thumb across his bottom lip, and sucking the tip into his mouth. A move that has your breath hitching and your cunt clenching hard around nothing. You shift awkwardly, not so subtly squeezing your thighs together and he smirks at you, mouth opening to say something just as Stu flings the door open. There’s a loud chorus of boos and complaints from behind him as he does so, from the sound of it he's opened the door 2 minutes early, a fact Billy obviously picks up on to as the glare he gives Stu would probably kill a lesser man. 

"Aw man," Stu sounds disappointed, theatrically so but you can see the evil little glint in his eye. He was hoping to catch you in the midst of something. “You two are so boring.”

You clear your throat, trying to calm yourself down and avoiding Stu’s knowing grin as you make your way back out to the group.

You drop back down in your spot next to Randy, trying not to stare as Billy sits back down next to Sid. He brushes her hair back over her shoulder as he does, an almost absent minded gesture but she leans into it with a happy smile. Your stomach twisting painfully as he lets her rest her head on his shoulder.

“Nope,” Stu drops onto his knees as he moves into the centre of the circle, reaching out to grab the bottle out of Randy's hand and blocking your line of sight. “I know you're desperate for me Meeks, but Fate is not on your side tonight. Who's next?"

Randy gags, and Stu glances back at him. "Would have thought you'd have that gag reflex under control with all th-,"

"Enough," Tatum reaches around him and takes the bottle from his grasp. "Stop being an ass. It's my turn."

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STU

Your stomach dropping as the bottle finally stops, pointing towards Stu. You try not to outwardly react despite the sudden rush of nerves. Locked in a small room with Mr 'take things too far' was absolutely not going to end well. Your gaze flicks to Billy automatically but he's watching Stu. He doesn’t look angry or worried, he's wearing that perfectly blank mask of his, the one you've still not learnt how to read and the one that scares you the most. It usually involves his most volatile moods afterwards.

"Oh! Locked in a room with you?" Stu was up and on his feet before the bottle had fully stopped. Grabbing your hands and tugging you up, the eagerness at which he does making you stumble. Randy's hand is warm on your calf as he tries to help you regain your balance, a gesture that has Stu roughly tugging you forward another step. "You and not Tay? The scandal!"

He turns back to Tatum; grasping her face between his hands as he leans down to kiss her. "You're my one true love, but these are the rules. It’s a sacrifice I have to make. Remember me as a hero."

She smacks his hands away with a roll of her eyes and Stu grabs your hand instead, pulling you towards the door but you look back as Tatum calls your name.

"I’m so sorry!" Tatum laughs, she looks a little disappointed but otherwise unbothered and for some reason that makes you feel a little jealous. "Try not to kill him ok?"

The door is only just closed before Stu is twirling around, his fingers slotting into your waistband and pulling you closer with a grin. You let him pull you closer but lean back when he moves into kiss you.

"Seriously?"

"Rules of the game bunbun."

"Don't call me that."

“7 minutes in heaven bunny, and your god is right here.” He puckers his lips but you don’t give into his silent request, instead you press your finger to his lips, pushing his head back slightly.

“You really think you can get me to heaven in 7 minutes?” You scoff, pulling your finger away from his mouth when he tries to nip at it, flicking his forehead instead. “You’re not that good.”

"Hey. I've totally had you screaming in less."

“In annoyance maybe.” You swat half heartedly at the hand that is still hooked into your waist band, he looks happy, genuinely happy and you feel yourself relax into his hold with a sigh. “Fine. One kiss. One, Stu, one.”

He grins, obviously delighted at your submission, pushing himself against you until you have no choice to give in and move back, his weight pressing you back against the sink hard, making you grunt with pain.

"Calm down," you try to wriggle your hand round to rub at the small of your back, but he grabs your wrist like he's worried you’re trying to move away. "I’m staying the night remember?" You say it quietly even though there's no chance of anyone hearing you.

Stu shrugs, eyes focused on your chest as he tries to slip his hands under your skirt. "That’s later, this is now. Tay practically gave me permission, don't spoil my fun."

"Permission?" You can’t tell if he’s joking or if his perception is that worryingly skewed. You're still trying to grab his hands but he’s stronger, one hand slipping between your thighs. "She's probably expecting you to be talking my ear off about whatever movie you're obsessing over this week, not borderline assaulting me. Christ Stu stop."

He does, but he doesn't pull away, letting his hand rest on your inner thigh and you fight the urge to shift your hips down against it. "I don't think this is a good idea."

"I do."

“You’re crazy,” Your grip on his wrist tightens but he still won’t budge. “We are not fucking in the bathroom.”

His eyes narrow, a dark expression you can’t decipher flicking across his face and then he drops his hand. You curse yourself. You’ve offended him. You know he’s sensitive about that word but sometimes it just slips out. It just describes his hyper behaviour too well sometimes.

You pull him into a gentle kiss as an apology. It’s sweet and slow, your tongue only just brushing over his bottom lip. It's chaste, intimate and to your surprise he doesn't try and deepen it, he just moans softly against your mouth as his arms loop around your waist. You nip at his bottom lip as you pull away, making him jolt. 

"Feisty," he clicks his tongue, wiping a thumb over his lip as he leans back against the door. "Just wanted a little fun with you that's all. You look cute tonight."

It sounds like a genuine compliment. There's no smirk or raised eyebrow. “I want a little fun with you too bu-,”

“Yeah?” he perks up immediately, not letting you finish your sentence.

“I said one kiss. One kiss was had.”

“What if I want to kiss you somewhere else?” He leans in, his lips brushing your ear. “Let me eat you out?”

You whimper, leaning back against the sink in an effort to put some distant between you, but it doesn’t discourage him. He drops to his knees, his hands sliding up your thighs and under your skirt.

“Stu,” you try to remove his hands but he's stronger, brushing you off with ease. “We do not have time for that.”

“I can totally make you cum in 7 minutes.”

“It’s definitely less than that now and-,” you don’t want him to do this, it feels extremely uncomfortable and you desperately try to think of an excuse to get him off you. “I’m on my period.”

He groans and nuzzles into your crotch through your skirt. “So? I’m not scared of a little blood, bunny.”

You ignore the twinge of interest you feel at that admission, forcing yourself to remember that now was not the time. “Ok well I really need to pee, too much beer you know?”

His grip tightens on your thighs but he doesn’t let go. “If you piss on me I'm absolutely returning the favour.”

Jesus. He’s like a dog with a bone. “Stu, please I-,”

“Just a little taste.” He pushes your skirt up a little higher and before you could try and protest further he pushed your legs apart, lifting one over his shoulder, and buried his head under your skirt, fingers hooking under your panties to push them aside. His tongue found your clit, a hiss escaping you at the sudden almost painful stab of pleasure.  

“You gotta be quiet bunny,” Stu mumbles against you. “I’m not stopping if you end up making them open the door early.”

That thought shouldn’t been as hot as it was, Tatum walking in on you with Stu’s head buried between your thighs?  He would stop. He didn’t genuinely want to get caught did he? You’re not sure, even as you try to stifle your moan as you threw your head back and squeezed your eyes shut. 

“Stu, fuck we can’t-, stop.” He was unfairly good at this. Your knees growing weak at his wet and eager licks against your clit. He grunts as you press your hands into his hair and he readjusts his hold, pushing himself closer, his tongue squirming inside you. A strong flare of annoyance hits you as you realised he could, he could totally make you cum in 7 minutes. Not that you’d ever admit it now. Overwhelmed by the feel of his mouth you yank on his hair, pleading frantically with him to stop.

And he does. He stands with a smug grin, wiping his hand across his mouth and then wiping it on your skirt before he steps away from you.

You stumble as you try to right yourself, pulling your underwear and skirt straight and he chuckles. 

“Asshole.”

He shrugs. “Told you, just wanted a taste.”

 “You also said you could make me cum in 7 minutes,” You try not to sound as desperate as you feel. So tempted to shove a hand down your panties and finish yourself off. “Maybe you’re not as good as you think you are.”

“Ouch. You get snappy when you’re denied.” He huffs out a long exhale through his nose, amused by your tone. “You’re gonna have to be nicer if you want me to let you finish later.”

“Fuck you,” You mumble. “If I tell Billy you’re being mean I’m sure he’ll help me out.”

“Oh poor baby am I being mean?” He pouts at you and then grins at your glare. “Yeah whatever he probably would, but I could totally make you cum harder. I’m worth waiting for bunny.”

The teasing, the denial, the cockiness, has genuine irritation flickering to life in your chest and although you know it’s a bad idea, that you won’t win in the long run, you want to push back.

“Not what I meant.” You look up at him, trying to ignore the swarm of butterflies in your stomach as you push him backwards. You’re too nervous, too out of your depth and unsure to be as convincingly dominant as you want to be but he surprises you by moving as you want him to. “I meant…”  You smile when he grunts as his back hits the wall. “I meant more like maybe he’ll help me with you.”

Stu shivers but says nothing, surprising you even further, his gaze fixated on your mouth as you talk. “Maybe he’ll hold you still for me so I can return the favour with my mouth?” You lean as close as you can, letting your lips brush lightly over his skin as you whisper.  “Bring you to the brink over and over again until you’re the one crying and begging for release.”

He glances away for a moment, so many conflicting emotions flashing over his face that for a second you almost laugh, but you stay quiet, watching the way his brain seems to shut down and reboot. He recovers with a crooked grin that sends a rush of nervous anticipation through you.

“Bunny.” His tone is flat, unimpressed, it’s a reprimand of some sort, and your confidence immediately takes a hit even as you realise he didn’t actually say no. “I think y-,”

The door is yanked open abruptly, making your heart leap in your chest.

“Times up.” You take a quick step back but relax when you lock eyes with Billy, until you register his expression. He looks pissed, the muscles in his jaw twitching with how hard he's grinding his teeth.

“Killjoy.” Stu leaves first, bowing to the group as he exits, making his way straight back to Tatum.

Tatum throws her arms round him, but he avoids her kiss, bending to nuzzle into her neck before snatching the beer out of her hand and downing several gulps. He mumbles something into her ear that has her blushing, and you look away as you sit back down next to Randy. Randy looks at you with a hint of concern. “You ok?”

You nod. “Learnt more about Kelly Brock’s body than I’m comfortable with but yeah, m’fine.”

You pick up the bottle, letting it twirl between your fingers as you try to get a hold of your emotions. You’re wet, and turned on and you’re worried about why Billy looked so pissed. It’s mixing uncomfortably with the knot of jealousy in your stomach as you try not to watch Stu drape himself all over Tatum. It feels unfairly pointed. You take a deep breath, counting to 5 before you shove the bottle into Randy's hand. You give him a grin as he reluctantly takes it. “Your turn.”

[feelin-woozy]

Tag ur 5 fave mutuals

More than 5 but uhh

@blasphemynatural, @captain-spauldings, @federfleisch, @tassiekitty, @hong--zhi--zhu, @moronic-validity, @cabbageclown, @queer-qunari, @polyghostfacehours, @slasherbaby

[fernweh-writes]

@polyghostfacehours complimented me…. My favorite blog knows I exist and complimented me…

I don’t think I can function anymore omg