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[f1nalboys]

KINKTOBER DAY TWENTY ; VIDEO CALL SEX

Poly!Ghostface x GN!Reader

WORD COUNT: 664

WARNINGS: nsfw, video chat sex (duh), modern au i guess, use of pocket pussy, masturbation

The scene unfolding in front of you was something for the history books. Billy, Stu, and you had been separated for the last few days, each of you on vacation or a business trip or stuck at home. You were without each other and you missed them.

Your laptop was in front of you on the bed, positioned in between your legs, baring yourself for the two men. They were both equally as naked, Stu’s phone propped up against his bedside table and Billy’s laptop off to his side. Despite the difference in angles, you could see all of them and they could see all of you.

Billy’s head was tilted onto his shoulder, his eyes fluttering shut every so often, his hand on his cock. His movements were slow because he didn’t want to miss a single second of both you and Stu’s reactions. Stu, on the other hand, was jerking himself off quickly, almost animalistic.

“F-fuck! Fuck, I miss you both,” Stu gasps, his hips flexing upwards. He was using the pocket pussy Billy had gifted him months ago, one that up until now he never found the need to use. The squelch was almost obscenely loud, but you couldn’t be bothered to turn down the sound of your laptop for fear of missing the whimpers and moans spilling from the two men’s lips.

Your hand was working on yourself too and the sight of seeing both you and Billy pleasuring yourselves to him was too much. “W-wish this was your mouth, Billy,” Stu grunts, his voice cracking. He was close. “Wish I could see, shit! Wish I could taste you, Y/N, just wanna feel you both-” With a loud cry he cums, spilling into the pocket pussy, his movements faltering towards the end.

He pants, his chest heaving, before he falls limp on the bed. His cock springs free from the toy, flopping onto his stomach, cum leaking from the toy and off of his dick. Stu looks at the screen lovingly. “You both lose. I was faster.” Both Billy and you laugh at him before breaking into moans.

You were close but you wanted - no, needed - to see Billy cum first. Needed to hear him cry out your name. “Please Billy, you got it. Come on baby, fuck! I love you both so much, I need to know you feel good, please!” You were begging, the sound music to Billy’s ears.

“Fuck, you’re so perfect. Both of you, fuck! Fuck, I’m gonna-” He lets out a small groan as he cums, his head tilting backwards as he spills over his stomach. The sight was your tipping point and you cum too, your legs shaking and toes curling, your hand and fingers never stopping. Stu watched, enamored, as the two of you came down from your highs.

When your breathing evens out you sit up, moving your laptop closer to your face. “I miss you both so much, you know that?” You say with a sigh.

“I miss you too, baby. Don’t worry, just two more days and we’re gonna be in the same damn house together.” Stu says, wiggling his eyebrows at you both. Billy scoffs and faces away from the camera, something he did in person when trying to hide his grin. It was cute.

“Seriously though, Y/N, we’ll see each other soon. And trust me, we’re gonna make up for a lot of missed time,” Billy says smoothly and it’s your turn to wiggle your eyebrows at him. “God, not you too!” Billy says without hiding his smile. “I gotta go, alright? I love you both.”

Stu grins and leans over, kissing his camera with a loud ‘mwah!’ sound. “I love you too, Billy boy! And you too, Y/N. Y’know, we’re gonna get back home a few hours before Billy… maybe we could celebrate our arrival ahead of time?”

“Don’t you think about fucking them before I get home, Stu, or I swear to God…”

[applesontheground]

Do you have any recommendations for Sinclair writers

!!!!! OH BOY DO I !!!!!

@aggravatetheaxe jack writes for all three brothers and he's so fucking good with handling the limited lore we're given and turning it into something so much more than that. his characterization of the sinclairs are one of my all-time favorites. plus, his dirty talk for bo makes me melt to the floor every time.

@imbleedin-out lily has such a good grasp on all three brothers, as well! she writes the perfect soft fics that i will never not be tired of, plus she's so fucking good at headcanons and hypotheticals! she's definitely been my main source of inspiration for my sinclair sister writing. ;w;

@darkestamralime a sinclair smut ✨mastermind✨. her blurbs are full of so much detail and good ass dialogue in the small package, which is a hard skill to hone in my experience. also, while i don't particularly simp that hard for vincent, her smut for him is so well done that i'm lowkey beginning to get it, lol (;///;)

@feelin-woozy soggy has been someone i've looked up to since i got slapped in the face with my slasher hyperfixation and began writing for it, and i looked to them for inspiration to come around to posting my work. great bo characterization, and is super inclusive to reader identities that are often under-represented here :>

@s1mping4slashers B writes for all three brothers, as well! really like their lester works in particular ;w; also, their recent goretober fic that was just explaining someone falling victim to the sinclairs really stuck with me! i love their ability to describe a scene *w*

[early20sfailingplenty]

@arianatheangelworld @s1mping4slashers here we go!

In my drafts (actively being worked on)

Part 2 of 'Reuniting with Bo years later' - you find out the truth of Ambrose

Lester & Bo comforting reader through an autistic meltdown - separate scenarios

Vincent comforting artistic!reader through a panic attack

Personalised piece for @shirtlessfelix

Vulnerable!Bo x comforting!reader

In my inbox (not yet started)

Bo and Lester with supernatural s/os - separate scenarios

The 3 brothers dealing with a male visitor to Ambrose who openly flirts with them - separate scenarios

Arcade date with Lester

Vincent comforting s/o who deals with food guilt/regret

Requests ARE open but please DO NOT request for ANYTHING involving children in any way, i.e. pre-existing, pregnancy, childbirth, actual parenting etc. etc. I'm quite tokophobic and just can't and won't handle it well🤢🤢🤮🤮 (<-- that's literal). There are other rules but this is my biggest one.

Would anyone be interested in a list of the WIPs I have in the works?👀

[f1nalboys]

Hi there!! I was wondering if you could write Ghostface(s) reaction to falling in love with reader? Could this include; Billy, Stu, Roman, Mickey and maybe Dead by daylight’s Danny? You don’t have to write for all hdksjsjsjsj <3 also I hope you’ve had a great spooky month so far!

HI IM SO GLAD YOU REQUESTED THIS HEHE I LOVED WRITING IT!!! I did Billy, Stu, Mickey, and Danny (I don't think I really have Romans character down enough to write for him so i hope that's alright!!) thank you for being so patient <3 and i hope you enjoy!!

WORD COUNT: 848

WARNINGS: none, few mentions of sex but that's it

BILLY

He doesn’t actually realize he’s falling in love first tbh

I hc him as demisexual so when he realizes that he likes you, you’ve been close friends for a few years

And he doesn’t know what to do

He’s going to distance himself at first and try to act like he doesn’t have a crush on you

Which fails because the second he realizes it he’s going to get so insanely jealous that anytime he sees you talking with another guy he’s going to get pissed off at you

“What no I’m not mad. Go talk to your other best friend” type shit

Drunken confession that’s all I’m gonna say

Wakes up with a headache and goes ‘oh FUCK…”

I don’t think he’d realize he’s like,,, in love with you until something happens that either makes him think he’s going to lose you or if you say it first

Once he realizes though he’s gonna be all sweet on you, still really possessive and have that same toxicity but he just puts it under a different umbrella, y’know?

STU

He’s the first one to fall in the relationship idc

Stu loves love fr and I don’t see him wanting to fight against his feelings like that

Especially if he’s in a relationship with you

If he’s not, and he fell in love with you while you two were just friends, he’s going to make a move regardless of if you’re in a relationship or not

Why be with them when you can be with him amirite

He’s also super possessive if you’re together, he hates the idea of you leaving him or someone else flirting with you

When Stu realizes he’s in love, he’s going all out in terms of gifts. Expect flowers, chocolates, love notes, hell I’m sure he’d do a fucking flashmob for you lol

This is the point in the relationship where you can tell his feelings have shifted tbh

Sex is more sensual and romantic (on occassion lol) instead of just a way for him to cum. There’s a lot of absentminded touches and kisses that aren’t meant to go any further than that.

When Stu falls in love with you, you’ll know <3333

MICKEY

First time writing for this guy i love him BUT that’s besides the point

So he’s the most vocal one about his love I think

He is also demisexual because I said so

But he can catch feelings so quickly lol but having sex is something that is waaaaay more intimate than he’d be ready to do.

A few months into the relationship is when he’d be ready and that’s how you know he really likes you

Like really likes you lol

I also see him dropping the l bomb the first time yall fuck lol

And he says it and pauses like “:0 oh my god… I didn't mean to say that… I mean… are you cool with it? Do you also love me? We can talk about it later”

He sticks with his word though so expect the conversation to come later

Mickey would be all nervous and shit, picking at his cuticles and all that, honestly really cute

And when you say you love him too???? You’re never getting rid of him

Like ever

He will kill you before he lets you leave him lol

Mickey is also very handsy and it increases by 100% when you both confess

I get the feeling that he’d be very… yandere in a sense

And his sexual appetite after the first time is going to actually shock you

And his tastes lol this man is into some fucked up stuff I love him

He’s going to be around you constantly, he doesn’t let you out of his sight basically

DANNY

OKAY first time writing for him too :p

Danny is not accepting it lol

Like, at all.

Get used to not seeing or hearing from him for fucking days if not weeks at a time

He’d pretty much fuck you and bounce I think

Danny doesn’t get close to people and he’s not going to let you be the first

Sorry babe </3

He’d also get really mean and try to push you away from himself by being a prick

He’s gonna say shit that he knows is going to hurt you and even though it actually hurts his heart to be cruel to you (in this particular instance) he’d going to do it out of his own necessity

But if you stick with him? If you don’t let him treat you like that and push you away? It’s gonna throw him for a loop

Danny expects you to throw in the towel and if you don’t it’s gonna piss him off and make him feel all fuzzy inside

If you can get him to get over himself, he’d apologize for once about how he treated you and would explain his feelings

Lots of excuses though, so bare that in mind

Once you two get passed that though, he’s going to constantly be up your ass

Goodbye freedom and personal space <3

[f1nalboys]

OKAYOKAY PLOT TWIST BECAUSE WHEN STU KILLS READER MADE ME CRY-

What if reader survived??? Would Billy send Stu to finish the job or would Stu not listen to Billy :0¿

Like, reader still loves him so much that didn't tell the cops that Stu was Ghostface

What would happen in that case?? SORRY I'M JUST SO--- YOUR WRITING GETS TO MY HEART EACH TIME 🛐🛐🛐

okay so i decided to go with a little headcanon set up with this instead of a full blown fic, i hope that's all right! i really liked writing this though :,) gotta love some angst

continuation of this post as well as stu’s perspective. TW for both, dark subject matter in both! take care of yourselves first please!

WORD COUNT: 799

WARNINGS: mentions of murder/death, ptsd, toxic/abuse relationship, lots of conflicting emotions, etc etc

So if you somehow survived that, I honestly think both Stu and Billy would be completely dumbfounded. 

Stu would take it the hardest because he could feel you die and you hadn't? AND you had seen his face?

Neither of them would know what to do, tbh

This has never happened before! The only other people who saw their faces were Casey and Sidney, both of whom died. 

Billy would go see you first, just to test the waters and see what you remembered

If you brought up Stu being ghostface you’d see his face change and you’d get that sick ‘I just fucked up’ feeling in your stomach

But, in this case, you don’t

You just say you can’t remember who it was

Billy doesn’t believe you but it’s not like Stu can avoid you forever; it would look way to suspicious

So, after a shit ton of convincing (and a little bit of threatening) Stu finally visits you in the hospital

He’d be terrified but he wouldn’t have Billy with him; he needed to make sure you really didn’t remember it

You’d greet him and after a few minutes you’d ask him something

“Why’d you do it?”

He would nearly shit his pants, seriously

“Do what, baby?” He’d ask you but his eyes were wide and he kept shifting in his seat so you knew he knew what you were talking about.

“I didn’t tell anyone, Stu. I… despite everything, I love you. It’s fucked up and I know that, but I do. The last thing I want is for you to get in trouble.”

He’d break down immediately 

He almost killed you and you kept him safe. Lied to the police, to Billy, about who had done it just to cover his ass. 

You’d shush him, hold him in your arms, and comfort him

Little ironic, really, considering what put you in that damn hospital.

“M’sorry, Y/N. So sorry, please forgive me,” He would beg, his tears soaking your shirt

What else could you do but oblige?

You still don’t know that Billy had anything to do with it, though, so he has to fight with himself over whether he should tell you.

Billy was adamant on finishing the job, just a few people left, but Stu wasn’t sure he wanted to

Not after you

I think he would probably talk with Billy about everything in an attempt to convince him that you should know the full truth

Which I doubt would go over well

Billy thinks it’s too risky (plus, if you decide to change your mind about protecting them, he is not willing to go down for it)

If Stu decides to tell you anyways it would 100% create a rift between the boys and Billy would probably come to resent you

Stu would be extremely apologetic, waiting on you hand and foot when you get out of the hospital to the point where it’s almost suffocating.

Even if you reassure that you’re alright and you forgive him, he’ll still walk on eggshells around you

Billy will avoid you regardless of if you know about his involvement

You’d have to prove your loyalty to Billy for him to begin to show you a tiny semblance of trust and it still wouldn’t be a lot

The only thing keeping Billy from dropping you on your ass is the fact that you could tell the police about him and Stu

And killing you is way too risky, especially after you covered for them like you did. He doesn’t want to try to kill you and fuck up like Stu did because that would guarantee you telling on the

So, you’re kept alive

Stu is happy, of course, and he does everything he can to make it up to you

Billy isn’t as happy but he does love you, so he warms back up to you and tries to treat you a bit better

You still won’t be told about their plans (because Billy and Stu are going to finish what they started, of course)

But every time you hear on the news about another killing you have to avoid the boys’ eyes for a bit

You definitely have PTSD; You almost got killed by your boyfriend

Which, again, makes Stu feel even more guilty

Billy will occasionally bring up the idea of finishing you off to Stu but each time Stu shuts him down

He’ll even ignore the other man if that’s what it takes because he is not hurting you again, not if he can help it

But there is no way you’re ever leaving them now

You know about them and you have a good reason to tell the police about them, so you have to stay where they can watch you

Good luck

[f1nalboys]

Okay, okay! So I love your poly!Ghostface dark/angst, but I wanna see you do some poly!Ghostface dark/fluff too(if that's a thing?)! Still unhealthy/toxic relationship, but one where their feelings are at least actually true and genuine. Trio vs the World shit. Best Friends to Lovers blah blah blah cause you know Im a slut for that lmao. NSFW too if you're willing 👀

AHH so glad I finally got to this request I'm sorry it took me so long :(( HOWEVER i had fun writing it!! i really hope you enjoy (ps, no smut unfortunately i tried to add it and it was coming out wrong ahhh) flashbacks are italicized! 

WORD COUNT: 2352

WARNINGS: toxic relationship, kinda cute moments between the three of you, cursing, little bit of stalking, threats of violence, no nsfw because i was a little lazy sorry :,(

Had someone told you five years ago that you'd be dating not only Billy Loomis but Stu Macher as well, you’d have laughed straight in their face. And yet here you were, curled up on the couch between the two, your legs thrown over Billys and your head resting on Stu’s shoulder, watching a horror movie. You smile softly as you feel Billy’s hand grip your thigh slightly. He never seemed to realize he was doing it which made it even cuter.

“Remember the day I met you guys?” You question, head moving off of Stu’s shoulder when he turns to look at you. He gives you a goofy grin and nods, kissing the tip of your nose. “Sure, baby. Why?”

“Did you think we would have gotten together? Like, back then?”

“Definitely,” Billy says, poking his finger into your side. You raise an eyebrow at him, catching his hand and holding it in your lap. He sighs, grinning slightly. “Alright, maybe not the day we met, but I knew pretty soon. Why? What’s got you thinking about it?”

You shrug, not really sure yourself. Something about the situation you three were in at the moment made your mind drift to those few awful god damn weeks. “You two really sucked then, you know? Honestly, I’m surprised I didn't kill you both.”

Stu gasps, throwing himself back with a hand on his heart. You roll your eyes; ever the dramatic. “You would have hurt us? I can’t believe this… the betrayal!” You elbow him and he sits back up, laughing, and wraps his arms around you, planting a few sloppy kisses onto your neck.

“We weren’t even that bad, babe.” Billy says, eyes widening as you glare at him.

“Not that bad? Do I need to remind you of the first thing you said to me when we met?” You shoot back, sitting up closer to Stu. You had already forgiven the two for how they acted then, but that doesn’t mean you can’t give them a hard time.

The first day you met Billy and Stu, it had started out good. You still didn’t have many friends but that was perfectly okay with you. You were sat in the grass outside one of the buildings where your next class was held, waiting. Thirty more minutes and you got to go to math; yay. You were leaned up against a tree, headphones in, trying to relax, when two men stood in front of you. They were pretty cute. One was tall, wearing a thin sweater and a goofy grin, while the other was shorter with dark hair and a smirk. The tall one's mouth moves and you pull your earbuds out, about to apologize for not hearing him, when the shorter one speaks.

“Pretty stupid to wait for someone to talk to you before taking your headphones out.” His smile was still there but it was clearly masking his annoyance. Your eyebrows raise in surprise at the gall of this dude. You don’t even know him and he thinks he’s owed a conversation?

“Excuse me?”

“What? You’re deaf and a bitch?” The taller one slaps the back of his head immediately and he grumbles, rubbing the soreness. You scoff, shaking your head, fuming. Was it just this dude or were most people here dicks? You didn't want to find out.

You stand, grabbing your bag and pushing past the two, heading towards the building. Your eyes instantly roll into the back of your head when you hear the sound of footsteps behind you. “Hey, I’m sorry about him, really. That’s how he jokes and sometimes it comes across as mean. I’m Stu and he’s Billy.”

Stopping in your tracks you turn to face Stu, the taller one, and take a second to think of a response. Glancing over at Billy, who had finally caught up with you, you can see what resembles regret on his features. “Well, he didn’t come across as mean, he came across as an asshole.”

Stu laughs, nodding. Billy shrugs, giving you that same weak smile he had shown when he approached. You shrug your backpack up higher onto your shoulder, the weight of it starting to get to you, when Billy grabs ahold of it and yanks it off of you. “What the hell? Give me my shit back!”

“Least I can do is to carry it for you. You going to class?” He asks. It’s like he wasn’t taking no for an answer. You give a large sigh and nod, silently thankful for the weight off your shoulders. “Which building?”

“Sycamore.” He nods and begins to walk there, you and Stu trailing behind him. “Is he always so...?” You ask Stu under your breath, trailing off, unsure of a word that could describe the man. He grins and nods. “Annoying? Mean? Stubborn? Yes, yes, and yes.”

Billy groans at the memory, annoyed. He hated when you brought that up. “I told you I was just having an off day! Come on, you’re acting like Stu didn’t offend you too! Do you not remember when you got food with us, like, that night?” Stu punches Billy in the shoulder hard, pissed that he had brought it up.

“Oh yeah! I kinda forgot about how much of a dickhead Stu was,” You say, leaning back against the couch. It really was a shock your relationship with the boys got to where it was now.

Billy and Stu followed you around all day. It seemed they were trying to apologize for Billy’s attitude earlier but, if you were being honest, it was kind of unnerving. After your math class, where they had walked you inside the building and only left when the professor came in, you saw them waiting outside under the tree you had been at.

“Can you guys stop following me?” You had told them the third time you noticed them, this time at the small diner you stopped by after your last class. Stu’s face turned red and he looked behind him as if there was someone else you could be talking about. “Yeah, you two.”

“We wanted to apologize for earlier,” Billy said, motioning for you to join them at their table. You had to choose which one to sit next too and, after your not-so-pleasant meeting with Billy that morning, you sat next to Stu. He sticks his tongue out at Billy who rolls his eyes.

“You already apologized. It’s getting kind of creepy.” You say, placing your elbow on the table. Before the boys could respond, the waitress walks over, placing down their drinks. She flashes you a smile and takes your order, walking off with a sway in her hips, much to the boy's enjoyment.

Stu throws an arm over your shoulder and you shrug him off, ignoring the pained look he gives you. “We just wanted to make sure you really knew we were sorry! Billy here never acts right around a hottie,”

“Stu you fucking idiot.” Billy spits, throwing something at him. Stu laughs, holding his hands up in mock surrender. Billy looks at you and gives you what looks like a real, genuine smile. “Sorry about him; he can’t seem to think with his upstairs brain.”

“Don’t need to when my downstairs one leads me to be sitting next to a smoke show,” Stu says, holding his hand out to you for a high five. Your face flushes and you ignore him, scooting away from him slightly. He was cute, sure, but way too forward. “What? Can’t compliment people anymore?”

“Not when your compliments are preceded by stalking.” You mutter, a part of you hoping he doesn’t hear it. Unfortunately, he does. You see his face change in your peripheral vision and your eyes flick over to Billy. He grins at you, sitting back in the booth, and taking a sip from his drink. He was enjoying this.

“Stalking? You’re fucking with me, right?” His rant is cut short by the return of the waitress who hands you your drink and places the food the boys had ordered onto the table, completely oblivious to your discomfort. She leaves and Stu grabs a fry from his plate, chewing loudly. “We’re not fucking stalking you - trust me, there are better ways to spend our time.”

Billy throws his balled up straw wrapper at Stu, catching his attention, and you let out a soft sigh of relief when Stu’s demeanor changes. He was back to smiling and laughing as if he hadn’t just been attempting to tear you to shreds. “Sorry about that… I’m pretty tired, that’s all.” Stu says, playing with his fingers.

“S’okay, I guess.”

“Why don’t you let us take you on a date? You know, as an apology?” Billy chimes in and Stu grins, nodding. A large part of yourself was screaming no. There was something off about these boys, something dark just under the surface, but you were intrigued. And so you smile.

“Yeah, I guess you two can do that.”

Billy had his arms wrapped around you, laughing at the excuses Stu was stammering out. He was obviously getting frustrated at the memory and you opened your arms to let him join in on the cuddling.

“You know, I really am glad we stuck together. I don’t know what I’d do if it were for our nightly cuddle sessions,” You say, your words muffled by Stu’s sweater. He pulls back and gives you a kiss, Billy swooping in to take one from him as well.

“Yeah, I don’t know what I’d do without our fuck sessions,” Stu hums and you groan, punching him in the shoulder. What a way to ruin the moment. “Wait, let’s not act like you were a saint in all of this! I remember you being pretty awful at one point.”

“What?! No way!”

Billy nods, tickling your sides for a second. “Sure were, babe.”

Two months into the relationship was your breaking point. You really did like, if not love, the boys and yet you were still an outsider. Walking into the shared apartment just for their whispered conversations to stop. Late nights spent in the living room with hushed voices while you tried to sleep. You felt as though you only knew a portion of the two people you had come to like; no, love.

You admit it was petty. It wasn’t the right thing to do in any circumstance, but you did it because you knew it would get a reaction. You had packed a bag and sat in the living room. You wanted them to see you leave. Wanted them to see how much their secrecy had taken. You had been together only a short while and yet you felt so at home with them that the idea of actually leaving, of breaking it off, nearly tore you apart.

The door opens and in enters Billy and Stu, wrapped up in their own conversation. Stu waves at you, carrying on before realizing what he had just seen. “Babe? What are you doing?”

“I’m leaving.” Your voice was confident, not a waver in sight, and you knew it was because you weren’t planning on leaving. Some would call it manipulation, sure, but you were backed into a corner. Stu’s mouth drops open and Billy stares at you, his eyes narrowed.

“What? What do you mean you’re leaving? What’s wrong? Did something happen?” Stu rushes to sit down next to you on the couch, not wanting to accept the idea that you were leaving them on your own volition. His arms wrap around yours and you shove him off. “Babe?”

You shake your head, standing from your spot on the couch, grabbing ahold of the bag. Billy was still standing near the door, his arms crossed, watching you. “Don’t call me that. The two of you… It’s like I’m not even in this relationship. I’m an outsider with the two people I love and there’s not a damn thing I can do about it.”

“Where the hell is this coming from?” Billy questions, grabbing ahold of your arm when you try to walk past him. His voice is thick and you could see the vein in his forehead throbbing. He was angry and you hate to admit it but that’s exactly what you were hoping for.

For the next two hours the three of you talk about your relationship and the future of it. Stu cried, you cried, Billy sniffled a few times, and then you came to an agreement. No more secrets. They told you things that they hadn't told anyone before that they hid behind a vague threat of ‘once you hear this you’re stuck with us,’ and you told them things you had planned on taking to your grave. To say you weren’t shocked at what they told you would be a lie.

Murder wasn’t what you thought they were capable of and especially not murder so gruesome. But, oddly, you felt better about being with them. They trusted you, loved you, enough to let you know their biggest and darkest secret. And you loved it.

Knowing they wouldn’t hesitate to kill for you was a major turn on, which they soon found out.

“Wow, I really was kind of horrible, wasn’t I.” You mutter as Billy recounts the memory with a few interruptions by Stu. You didn’t remember it that way but the more they talked the more you could tell they were being honest. “Well, good thing we stuck together, hm? Would have been pretty bad if we hadn’t.”

“Yeah because we would have killed you,” Billy whispers into your ear and you shiver. He’s telling the truth and that’s what makes the relationship the way it is; they choose to be with you, to keep you around, to love you. “Yeah, we would have given you a call a while ago,” Stu says, his finger making a slicing motion across your neck.

You roll your eyes not because you don’t believe them but because you do. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

[tinalbion]

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Last movie: Been long enough that I can’t remember but I might crack open A New Hope or Rogue One again as a birthday treat tonight WAIT NEVERMIND i just remembered. it’s The Scorpion King

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Currently craving: more Greedo content, semicolon, officially created/the will to create more. but will also accept more shirtless Zuckuss in lieu thereof. or pizza. the pizza’s really more of an all-the-time ambient sort of craving tho

Tea or coffee: Caffeine Free Diet Pepsi

Currently working on: part one of what’ll probably end up trilogy of fics centered on Boba Fett in the wilderness years between Clone Wars and the OT, adapting the unfinished Tatooine Searchers arc

Tags: @penguinkiwi @dral-koumine @red-metal-and-gold @tsulilan @bluedaddysgirl  @rxmblings @milftyyorrick @coolollie @darthbecky726 @cliocodex

[f1nalboys]

Please, ma'am. remember that poly ghostface fic you did. where stu died? please, can we get a snapshot of stu's inner thoughts about the reader both during the relationship and after your death???? it seemed like he had strong feelings for you and billy pressured him to kill someone he really didnt want to :(. please i love you.

this is so,,, SAD. i loved it. thank you for requesting this and i hope you enjoy! this is a semi continuation of this post (you should read it if you havent so this makes a bit more sense lol)

WORD COUNT: 1633

WARNINGS: murder, suicide, domestic abuse (if you squint?), stu's thoughts on the murder as well as his last moments, just overall sad. gore as well.

Stu wasn’t sure what he should do. He loves Billy, but he also loves you. Of course, you were different from Billy; you were innocent. Completely unaware of what secrets your sweet, wholesome, brave boyfriends had done. What they were hiding from you.

He remembers how scared you were when you had visited him in the hospital. Remember how swollen your face was, how you had sobbed into his chest talking about how worried you had been about him. You thought he had been stabbed by a maniac, almost killed along with 5 other people. Little did you know.

He was sitting in the car with Billy waiting for you to leave. He knew he had to kill you. It was a part of the plan! He had agreed to it when Billy had brought it up, and had planned out the details for hours. He knew how to get away with it; he had done it before. So why was he feeling so sick?

“Alright, they just left. Go inside.” Billy said, nudging Stu before pulling his phone from his pocket. He didn’t even look at Stu as he exited the car which was good; Stu isn’t sure how much his face would give away.

The minute he’s in the apartment he locks the door behind him and pulls the costume from his bag, slipping it on. It was a second skin at this point, the knife being an extension of his hand. It felt comfortable, natural. But right now, as he was crouched inside the closet, staring at the front door through the crack, he could feel the sweat on his palms. The knife was slipping from his gloved hands as if he had never held it before.

You walk in, humming the tune of one of your favorite songs, and Stu can feel his heart begin to race. This wasn’t because he was excited, thrilled, at the thought of gutting you. No, it was something different. Something… unsavory. He didn't want to do it.

The thought occurred to him when you sat down on the couch, flipping the tv on and putting your feet up on the coffee table. Stu smiles despite the bile rising in his throat; Billy always got on your case about doing that and you always did it when he was gone. Maybe it was to spite him.

Stu opens the closet, pulling his mask down over his face. His eyes didn’t leave you. You had no idea what was waiting behind you. The noise from the TV masks his footsteps and, before you can register what’s going on, his gloved hand wraps around your mouth, forcing you to the couch, and the knife plunges into your stomach. The sound of your scream is muffled as he repeats the action.

The sound of the blade sinking into your flesh nearly makes him vomit. You were struggling against him, your tears hot against your skin. Stu grabs the remote, which had landed next to you, and turns the volume up to a nearly deafening level. He knew the neighbors wouldn’t say anything; they’d just assume it was to cover the sound of sex.

Stu’s hand leaves your mouth and he hops over the couch, replacing his hand before you could get out more than a squeak. He towers over you, the grip on your face bruising, and all you could do was sit there. Each time you struggled against him your stomach erupted into pain that filled your vision with white.

You were completely and utterly helpless.

Stu’s grip on the knife was tight. He was scared he would drop it from how fucking sick he felt. You squeeze your eyes shut as the knife rises and you let out another muffled scream when you feel it dig into your stomach yet again. You knew what was happening. You were dying. You were being killed by an asshole dressed up like the person who had butchered your friends. Who had almost killed one of the loves of your life.

Getting a rush of adrenaline, you stand, launching yourself at the masked assailant, ignoring the pain that was begging you to stop. You take him by surprise, sending him back onto the coffee table, shattering it under him. You were on top of him, gasping from the effort, and he wastes no time, flipping you over.

You push at him, hitting him in the face, the chest, the arms, anywhere you can. It didn’t seem to affect him. He punches you, your nose making a sick cracking nose, and grabs your wrists, pinning them above your head. The knife was in his other hand. His knee comes down to press on your stomach, right under the knife, and you yelp.

You didn’t want to fight anymore. The pain was almost unbearable and you just wanted whoever this was to finish the fucking job. But the thought of Billy and Stu coming home to find you was worse. You can feel the grip on your wrists loosen and your hand comes up and yanks at the mask of your murderer. If you were going to die you were going to see who was doing it. Stu claws at your hand, attempting to get it from your grasp, but it’s too late. His mask falls, landing onto the floor with a thud.

Your eyes widen. No. It couldn’t be. You want this to be a bad dream, want to wake up and be in between Stu and Billy, but the look on his face tells you it’s not a dream. It’s not a nightmare. It was real. Stu was killing you. His hand falls from your lips and he falls to the side, the knife ripping out of your gut.

“S-Stu? Why?” You don’t scream. You don’t yell for help, or beg for him to stop. All you can do is repeat his name like a mantra, your voice getting quieter and quieter with each passing moment. Your breathing was laboured and all you wanted to do was close your eyes. To go to sleep.

“Y/N…” His hand, glove soaked in your blood, reaches up to rest on your cheek. You don’t flinch. You lean into his touch, a sob escaping your lips, and you close your eyes. You replace his name with a single question: Why? You repeat it even as your body goes limp, opening your eyes one final time before letting go.

You were gone.

For the next hour and a half, Stu sits there. He stares at you, his mind foggy. Your voice was swirling around him, the look of betrayal flashing by with each blink. Your final moments were etched into his brain, dug into his skin with the very knife that had caused it.

In a trance, he grabs his mask and knife, ripping his eyes from you as he steps over your corpse. Your eyes were still open, staring into the emptiness. He changes, putting his costume into his bag, and he leaves. He turns the tv down a bit, careful not to track anything out of the apartment, and walks down to Billy. The rest is a blur.

Billy knew he was off. Stu wouldn’t talk to him, and when he did it was short. He was staring off into space often, couldn’t focus on Billy, and had completely given up on finishing the plan. Stu knew Billy was getting angry, but he didn’t care. He couldn’t care. You were haunting him, plaguing his dreams and thoughts.

It all came to a head when he was looking through your things. He and Billy had gotten a new apartment and your items had been in boxes since the move. Billy had pushed for Stu to get rid of everything, but he couldn’t bear to. He knew it was selfish, especially after what he did, but he couldn’t throw everything out.

The t-shirt is what did it. It brought back the memories of that night, of how much fun you were. How much you loved Stu and how much he loved you. It was a rare instance of time spent away from Billy and that’s what made it so fucking hard to look at.

He blew up on Billy. Accused him of not caring about him, about using him for his own sick pleasure, and Billy hit him. It was the first time he had ever done something like that and the look on Billy’s face revealed something to Stu. He knew Billy was evil; he was too. That’s why they worked. They were both fucked up.

But there was something darker in Billy’s eyes that day and Stu realized he didn’t want any part of it anymore. Billy left and Stu knew what he wanted to do. What he needed to do.

It was an agonizingly slow process. He wrote a letter to Billy. In it, he wrote everything he was feeling; about how angry he was at the both of them, how he never should have killed you, how despite his love for Billy, his actions had overridden that. By the end of it he was crying. He put the note into a box of his things.

Then he wrote the note for the cops. The one taking the blame for everything that had happened; Woodsboro, the college killings, you. Everything was his doing. No matter how much he hated Billy right now, he still loved him. And then he took the pills.

The minute he finished taking them and his brain began to get hazy, he curled up in bed and closed his eyes. He thought of you. Your eyes were the last thing that crossed his mind before he slipped away.

He wondered if he would meet you again.

[f1nalboys]

So "He wondered if theyll meet again" dang how about Stu and Reader meeting again in the afterlife (or Dbd verse if youre familiar). Maybe some fluffy angst 👀👀👀👀👀👀

you always know where to hit me, dont you?? this is a pretty short one but i hope thats alright! i hope you enjoy!!

this is a semi continuation to the ending as well as stu's perspective (and the alternate ending lol) major tw for all three, please read warnings!

WORD COUNT: 784

WARNINGS: suicide mention, murder mention, guilt, implication of heaven and hell, they're kind of in purgatory?

Stu wakes up to the sound of carnival music. His head is killing him, the sounds of kids laughing and the chattering of the passersby not helping. He was on a bench outside the funhouse, a plate of funnel cake beside him. “Wha-?” When he looks down, he see’s that he’s wearing the ‘I’m Stupid’ shirt he had gotten at a carnival with you.

“Hey there, sleepy-head!” Stu turns and sees you walking up to him, a bright smile on your face, an ice cream cone in hand, ‘I’m With Stupid’ t-shirt on. You sit besides him, tossing your legs over his. “You’ve been passed out on the bench for the last few minutes.”

“Oh. Sorry,” He says, his heart hammering inside his chest. Everything that had happened came rushing back to him; the murders, the planning, your death, stu’s death. He shouldn’t be here. He should be in hell, tormented forever with the memory of what he did. But when you smile at him, he realizes that this might be worse than hell.

A reminder of what he had lost.

“No need to apologize. You feelin’ better?” He nods, looking away from you in an attempt to calm down. Maybe it was all a dream. A sick, disgusting, awful dream. “Stu? Baby?” You place your hand on his shoulder and he jumps, forcing out a laugh when you look at him with worry.

He throws an arm over your shoulder and pulls you into him, something that feels unnatural now. “I’m all good, babe. Just dreamed something weird, I guess. Must’ve been the food.”

“What did you dream about?” You ask, licking your ice cream. He wiggles his eyebrows at you and you scoff, elbowing him slightly. You wait for him to speak.

He sighs, taking a bite of his food. “It was just… I did something to you. You know, not a good thing.” He watches your face carefully, unsure of if he should continue.

“That you killed me.”

You didn’t ask him, you said it. His eyebrows furrow and he watches as your face flashes with anger for just a second. What the fuck. “Uhm, what?” You roll your eyes, taking another bite of your ice cream. Stu looks around to see that the carnival was empty, save for you too, the colors more muted, the music distorted. “What the fuck?”

When he turns to look at you, your hand snakes around his waist, pulling him into you. “You killed me, baby. And then you died. It’s why we’re here.” Stu makes a noise of confusion, tears burning at his eyes as he snuggles into you more, breathing in your scent. “I’ve been here for a bit. Waiting.”

“Y/N… fuck, I’m so sorry.”

“I know you are, babe.” Your fingers tangle in his hair and you hold him as he cries. You’ve had plenty of time to deal with what happened, and the rest of the time has been looking over Stu. He was struggling, that much was certain, and when he had taken those pills you had been begging for him to stop. It had fallen on deaf ears. “You’re alright, I’m here.”

He sits up, sniffling, his eyes bloodshot. “You… I shouldn’t have done that. I’m so sorry. And now you’re fucking stuck here with me…”

“M’not stuck here, Stu. I could have left anytime I wanted.” You place a kiss on his cheek, grinning when he leans into your touch. “I saw how you were after… you dealt with enough hurt then, I don’t see the need to add on to it. C’mon, let’s go on a ride.” When you had walked past the bench and saw Stu on it, you knew that you were supposed to judge him. Forgive him if you’d like, or send him to hell. It was an easy decision.

You stand, holding your hand out for him and he takes it. He trails behind you as you lead him to the Ferris Wheel, people gradually beginning to show up again, the colors becoming more vibrant with each step. He could feel the guilt leaving his body the longer you held onto him.

The two of you step onto the Ferris Wheel cart, settling into each other's side. “Why did you forgive me?” His voice was quiet, nearly incomprehensible, and you sigh.

“I don’t know. I was mad, at first. Really mad. But seeing how you were after? It felt like you got beat down more than enough. I love you, and I always will.”

“I love you too.” He smiles, looking at you and leaning in. Your lips touch and the memories of what he did are gone. All he knows is you.

[f1nalboys]

Could I ask for hcs on what it would be like snuggling/cuddling with (og) Myers, Bo (tehe), Brahms, and Asa (if you’ll write for him)

😳👉👈 could it be slightly nsfw? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Thank youuuu!

hiiii >:) i hope you like this!!! it's not super nsfw besides a few mentions of it so sorry for that :(

WORD COUNT: 753 (all four)

WARNINGS: da boys being horn dogs, that's it lol

MICHAEL MYERS

Out of all of the slashers (besides Asa, they might be tied there,) he’s the hardest one to get to cuddle with you

He just isn’t a huge fan of cuddling and shit

Plus I have a hc that he runs hot so snuggling while trying to sleep is a no go

When he’s cold, sick, or tired that’s your best bet

So, assuming he’s tired and on the couch, he’ll let you snuggle into him

And he miiiight let you wrap your arms around him

Now, if you attempt to sit on him, even if you’re doing it in an innocent way, he’s going to take it sexually

He is No Longer tired lmao

Good time to cuddle is when he makes you ride him while facing him lol

In bed, he’s going to get horny way faster than any other place just because he’s going to be the big spoon and your butt is going to be on his dick and come ON he’s only human

If you’re cuddling purley for some sexy times, he’s a solid 9/10. A 3/10 for normal, fun, wholesome cuddling though

BO

IDC what anyone says my man loves cuddling/snuggling

He wouldn’t ever admit it but he does

We all know he’s handsy so I don’t see that going away just because you’re alone

In fact, it is going to increase tenfold

In the beginning cuddling will 100% lead to sex

He isn’t used to a relationship that isn’t based around sex so he just assumes that’s what you want

But one day it’s gonna click that yes, he wants to hold you, but no, he doesn’t wanna fuck you right now

And he might have a mid-life crisis thinking somethings wrong with him

But he likes being close to you, being able to touch you and know you’re there, being able to smell you

Especially at night!!!!! Oh my god

BE THE BIG SPOON!!!! BULLY THIS MAN INTO DROPPING THE TOXIC MASCULINITY SHIT SO HE CAN BE HELD IM BEGGING YOU

But anyways

10/10 IDC he’s big enough to kind of envelope you if hes the big spoon and small enough for you to be comfortable when youre the big spoon

And he does really sweet soft shit when he’s snuggling with you (especially if hes sick because hes a big fucking baby)

BRAHMS

You’d have a harder time trying to get Brahms to not cuddle you

Very needy and clingy, attached to your hip basically

It’s a 50/50 chance on whether or not its going to lead to sex

He lovesssss holding you but he likes fucking you all the same!

Just depends on how he’s feeling that day tbh

Loves being the little spoon because he likes when you hold him

Will cuddle into you on the couch and want you to play with his hair

It’s when he’s the big spoon that you have to worry about the man just pulling your pants down and fucking you

A big part of the relationship is just holding him/him holding you lol

8/10, a little too hairy for my taste because I know if I lay my head on his chest some of his hair will get in my mouth :-(

ASA

The worst just next to Michael

He doesn’t see the need for it

Honestly, the relationship is purely sexual (and maaaaayyyybe romantic the longer you are with him) and that’s only if you met him outside of his, er, extracurricular activities

I don’t see him wanting to/being alright with cuddling someone he kidnapped and held captive

The only way you’re ‘cuddling’ him in that case is if he’s making you ride him

And that probably won’t be likely

(He has control issues the little bastard)

Now, in a relationship relationship

He is probably the type to get mad when you ask to snuggle but oblige and hold it over your head

‘Why do you want to cuddle again? We did that yesterday, don’t you want to do something that I WANT to do???’ like ok we can sit on the couch and watch a bug documentary jesus

A little stiff when he does cuddle you

Big spoon only

Also the type to get mad if you want to be the big spoon because uhm???? He’s the man???? Big man??? Strong???

4/10 lol and that’s pushing it.

Doesn’t always lead to sex but thats because by that point he’d probably be annoyed LMFAO

[f1nalboys]

KINKTOBER DAY SEVENTEEN ; PEGGING

Bo Sinclair x Fem!AFAB!Reader

WORD COUNT: 1924

WARNINGS: nsfw, pegging (duh), submissive bo, dominant reader, praise, mention of future degradation, missionary, rim job, fingering, slight oral (amab receiving), reader uses a strap and lube, lowkey domestic and in love relationship hehe, established relationship, not proofread

It had taken a long time for Bo to even consider this, let alone actively participate in it. You had brought it up almost seven months into the relationship and he shot you down immediately, not bothering to let you get out anything else. But that night had planted a seed. One that grew just a little bit with each passing day. It was Bo who brought it up next.

“So… I was thinkin’ ‘bout that thing you talked about wantin’ to do a while back,” He said, clearing his throat slightly. The two of you were in the bathroom getting ready for bed, Bo in front of the bathroom sink brushing his teeth and you finishing up in the shower. He catches your eye in the mirror and takes a shaky breath, hoping you didn’t catch it. “That… peggin’ thing.”

You hum, your lips curving upwards. “Oh yeah? What were you thinking?”

“Well, I know your birthday’s coming up-”

“In two months-”

“So consider it an early gift.” The bathroom falls silent as his agreement settles into both of you. Bo wasn’t exactly a shy guy. He was the type to jump into sex head first, not bothering to really talk and discuss about what was going to happen unless absolutely necessary. He’s had talks with you, of course, about certain kinks the two of you had, but this was untread territory. 

You wrap the towel around yourself and step out of the shower, leaning against his back with your arms wrapped around his waist. You stay silent as he finishes brushing his teeth, only speaking when he stands up fully and his hands rest on top of your own, his thumb running up and down yours. “I would love an early birthday present.”

That was a rare night of no sex, just talk. You both discussed what you wanted to happen, what you didn’t, stuff you were worried about, and then you made a plan. Spontaneity is something Bo values in sex but there was something different about this time. The plan was easy; the next few nights you and he would prep him for your strap. You had one this entire time that he had never found and he makes a mental note to himself to search through the room more often.

Seeing Bo be so vulnerable with you was hot. He didn’t really get it but he accepted it; plus he’d be lying if he said he didn’t find your dominance attractive. The prep was slow and deliberate, going at Bo’s pace and no faster. First was a rim job. Only the feeling of your tongue circling his hole, the tip pushing against the ring of muscles lightly, your fingers gripping his thighs tightly as he sat on his knees with his ass in the air. When he came, he wondered if the sight of him like this was as arousing to you as it was for him. 

The next day was a finger. Just one, working slowly-with plenty of lube-inside you. He was a mess that night, the feeling foreign and yet so fucking amazing to him. Bo was sweating, laying on his back with his legs spread wide for you, one of his arms gripping the bed sheet and the other holding onto your shoulder.

“Does that feel good, Bo, baby?” You purred, the speed of your finger increasingly slightly. You had found his g-spot and all you wanted to do was continue to hear the pretty little moans of his. You knew better than to try some degradation at this point. Sure it would feel amazing to flip the script on Bo like that, call him a cock drunk whore who wants his girlfriend's cock, but not now. Not yet. 

“Mmm, fuck, mhm! I do,” He gasps out and you know he's close by the way his hips are rocking into your finger, pushing it down further into him. He cums without warnings, his mouth agape in a silent scream. The look on his face as his eyes rolled into the back of his head was almost enough to make you cum just from that.

Days of prep and then finally, finally, it was the night you had been waiting for. Bo had been nervous all day, milling around the house, fidgeting, jumping when you came up behind him too quietly. A small part of you worried he was going to back out, that you had pushed him too far and too fast, but that never came. Instead, when you both called it a night and went to bed, he pulled you down onto the bed, moving you so you were straddling him.

“M’ready,” Is all he said, breathless against your own lips, his hands running up and down your back. He was being careful with you, never moving too fast or too harsh, and that’s how you knew that you were in control that night. Bo was already without a shirt and pants, his normal bedtime attire consisting of his underwear if it were cold, so it was easy to sink to your knees and pull his cock out. 

Bo watches as you begin to stoke him, using some of the lube you had bought to slick him up. It was the kind that warmed up with friction and fuck did it feel good on his cock like that. “Gonna take it slow, treat you good, alright?” You say, licking a quick stripe up his cock, following the vein on the side. 

“Can you even eat lube?” He questions, eyebrows furrowed and cheeks flushed from pleasure. He didn’t want you getting all sick because you couldn’t keep his cock outta your mouth. You scoff, leaning over to hand him the bottle of lube, your other hand never leaving his shaft. He squints at the bottle and hums. “Edible lube, strawberry flavored. Shit, guess ya learn something new everyday.”

You laugh, placing small, barely-there kisses over his cock and down his thighs. When you place your hands on his inner thighs he spreads his legs without you asking and it sends a flutter through your stomach. “Good boy. Now I’m gonna use my finger, alright? You wanna get them wet or should I use the lube?”

His hand wraps around your wrist and brings your hand up to his mouth, taking two of your fingers inside and sucking. Bo kept his eyes trained on you, watching your reaction as he swirls his tongue around your digits, slicking them up with ease. You pull your fingers from his mouth and kiss him, the disheveled look of his hair and the swollen lips he was sporting becoming too much for you.

Your fingers prod against his hole and you push in slowly, your two fingers stretching him nicely. He hisses and squeezes his eyes shut tightly as you begin to thrust them. “S’alright. You got it baby, nice and slow. Remember, I’m gonna make you feel so good,” You whisper into his ear, your other hand rubbing soothing circles on his hip bone. The breath he lets out is uneven and slow but he nods for you to continue. 

Minutes pass like this, your bodies pressed together, your fingers pumping inside him, gasps and whispers of your name flowing from his lips. It was perfect. “Need you,” He says in a tone that could be considered a whimper. You weren’t in the mood to tease him and you pull your fingers from his hole quickly, grimacing at the squeak he lets out. “Ouch, fucker. Be careful down there, would ya?”

“Sorry, sorry. Got too excited,” You say with a grin, kissing him quickly before standing and moving to your bedside drawer. He watches as you pull out the strap, the smallest one you could kind, and step into it. It was double sided, ensuring that you’d be getting just as much pleasure as Bo would be receiving. “You wanna suck my cock?”

“You’re a real romantic, ya know that, honey?” He asks with a small smile, nodding his head. You get back onto the bed and straddle his face, tapping the silicone cock on his lips. Bo’s cheeks flush a bright red and he smacks your bare ass, not too hard but enough for it to sting. “Don’t treat me like a piece of meat.”

The banter between you two was easy. You were able to go from serious dirty talk to one of you asking a stupid question that had the other laughing. It was sweet. His lips part and you push into his mouth slowly, watching in awe as the cock disappears down his throat. “Fuck, Bo, look at you. You take cock so well baby.” He rolls his eyes before gagging and you pull back. A string of spit connected his mouth to the tip.

“Can we get this show on the road?” It’s your turn to roll your eyes now but you oblige, moving down the bed until you are settled back in between his legs. The tip of your cock presses against his hole and, after deciding it’s better to be safe than sorry, you pour a generous amount of lube onto the base of it, rubbing it over the strap and his hole. When you first start to push in his hands fly to your forearms, nails digging into your skin. “Fuck! Fuck, Y/N, that… shit it hurts but, ngh! Feels good,”

He’s breathy and he lets out the most delicious moan when you finally bottom out. Your end of the strap was leaving you breathless and it only increased tenfold when you started to move. The first few thrusts have Bo in tears, the stretch and burn almost too much for him, but soon the pain melts into pleasure. The sensation of the strap hitting spots inside him that your fingers hadn’t reached, the way you were panting above him and praising him for how well he took you, the way he could really let himself go and enjoy it had him close almost immediately.

Bo is gasping for air and all he does is mutter the word ‘harder,’ for your hips to snap forwards harshly. He yelps but you don’t let up, fucking into him roughly. He had done this to you just a few days ago, your cries of both pain and pleasure urging him to go harder, faster, deeper. You never understood it before, but now that you were able to see and hear Bo in the same position? You understood it very well.

“You wanna cum? Hm? Bo, baby, you can cum, it’s alright. Why don't you show me how good I’m making you feel,” You say and one, two, three more thrusts and he’s spilling over himself, coating his stomach and chest with cum. His back was arched ever so slightly and his toes were curling. He looked so fucking beautiful you almost didn’t want to stop. 

He taps your arm twice and you stop your movements, pulling out slowly with a wet noise. “That… that was good.” He says simply, staring up at the ceiling with a glazed over look in his eyes. You chuckle, laying down on the bed next to him and cuddling into his side.

“Ya think so?”

“Mhm.” His head turns towards you and for just a split second there is a look of pure, unadulterated devotion. “I love you, you know that?” He kisses you, his right hand resting on your cheek. “Now let me repay the favor, okay baby?”

[f1nalboys]

OKAY OKAY How about Billy's perspective during the events of the first story. His thoughts on the Reader, his thoughts on finding Stu, his thoughts on the Reader after theyre gone, any regret or guilt? Just his thoughts in general? Asdfghjkl

SO SORRY THIS TOOK AS LONG AS IT DID D: but I didn't do a full fledged fic for this which i hope is alright and i hope you enjoy this !!!!

the ending (poly!ghostface x gn!reader, angst) masterlist

WORD COUNT: 581

WARNINGS: death mention, murder mention, billy loves stu more than us :(, basic angst.

When Billy first met you, he definitely thought you were interesting

Stu was the one who really wanted to get to know you (Billy boy’s got trust issues what can I say) so in the beginning he was not really trying to get close to you, both physically and emotionally

Now, after a while, he definitely starts to change how he feels from mild annoyance to an actual sense of like

I see him being jealous at first because of how much Stu likes you but he comes around eventually, especially if you met them before they planned on killing. Agreeing to kill a bunch of people with your boyfriend kind of cements the fact that they love you a whole bunch

So lets skip forwards a bit and say this is after the Woodsboro killings, where this whole thing started; the hospital

Before that, Billy loved you. He didn’t even consider an alternative to his love, but after Stu nearly died? He realized something

While he loved you, he was in love with Stu. If it came to choosing between the two of you, he was picking Stu with 0 hesitation.

I think that’s really the turning point for him in his feelings towards you

The more you hung around them and doted on them, the more annoyed he found himself getting

When Stu suggested starting back up, he didn’t want to simply because he didn’t want anything to happen to Stu. When he was in the hospital, unsure of if Stu was going to make it or not, he realized that Stu was a lifeline for him and his sanity.

He considered how he would feel if you were gone and he realized that while yes, he would be sad if you were gone, he could survive, could move on and continue what he was doing. He wouldn’t be able to do that if it were Stu

When he suggested you as a possible victim, he hadn’t really thought it through. All he knew was that it’d be a good cover for them, especially since you had survived Woodsboro

Seeing Stu all angry and sad about your death angered him

Why was he mourning YOU? Why wasn’t he focused on the plan like Billy was? His abandonment and trust issues bubble up again, especially after the initial confrontation between the two of them

It was a betrayal in Billy’s eyes, especially when Stu accused him of not caring about him because fuck, he was doing this for Stu!

Coming home and finding Stu was the beginning of the end, really

His literal biggest fucking fear came true and he is absolutely blaming himself. And after he finds the note addressed to him from Stu? It rips him apart.

When he thinks back on everything, he just has a lot of regret but he isn’t able to pinpoint it specifically. Obviously he regrets how he dealt with Stu at the end, but he isn’t sure if he regrets killing you

If you were alive, Stu would be too. So in the end I’d say he regrets killing you but not because of genuine regret

So overall yes he loved you, at one point, but towards the end his love for Stu really ended up trumping his love for you. And towards the end he grows some resentment for you because of how hard Stu was taking your death

Sorry Billy you little bastard maybe you shouldn’t have killed us 🙄

[f1nalboys]

General ‘Scream’ Character HC’s

sorry for not being active the last few days lol but here, i hope you enjoy this!! warning for like 1 mention of sex lol

Billy is a secret pop music fan, he hides it because he has to keep up his little bad boy persona

Stu loves all music. If it sounds good he’s in love with it

Stu get’s the worst possible songs stuck in his head and he always sings it until the rest of the group get’s it stuck in their heads as well, they literally hate him for it

Randy and Stu are actually pretty close. Obviously not to the extent Billy and Stu are, but they’ll hang out without the others and have a really good time 

Sidney and Tatum are girlfriends I don’t need to explain further

There was definitely an orgy between them all, have fun arguing amongst yourselves about that

In modern day, Billy and Stu would be pretty famous on tik tok for being hot 

Randy would have more followers than the both of them because he’s that nerdy kind of cute and he’d eat up the soft boy aesthetic

Tatum would have a gaming and makeup youtube channel and she’d get pretty big

She would stream and then lowkey dox people who were sexist to her LMFAO

Sidney would get famous for being a hottie (can you tell I have Sidney brainrot atm)

Tatum is a cat person

The group when on vacation together once to an amusement park and everyone but Billy had fun

Billy was annoyed about the lines and the amount of kids LMFAO

Randy and Sidney are gods at the carnival games they always have set up, even the ones that are rigged 

Tatum pretends to be bad at them so the others can win her stuffed animals hehe

Stu takes it upon himself to win everyone at least one prize and will get really angry if he can’t

He’s bribed multiple people to get the biggest prize lol

Billy loves carnival food though

Especially funnel cakes and deep fried ice cream

Randy gives his tickets that he earns at arcades to random kids who don’t have any :,)

Ok enough carnival stuff lmao

Tatum made everyone play DND once and it was a shit show

Stu was a rouge, Billy was a barbarian, Sidney was a druid, Randy was a paladin, and Tatum was a warlock

Billy and Sidney take it seriously while Stu names his character Mu Stacher (the opposite of him, Stu Macher LMAO) 

Sidney will loosen up as the games goes on and will make funnier decisions/get into the roleplay

Billy will not

He wants to have this dark backstory and everything

Randy has a grand old time and after the campaign (Tate was the dm) he and Tatum go join another group to play

They’re also besties idc they have a very natural brother/sister relationship and they’re so funny

Sidney is the queen of dirty jokes 

Like, more than Stu or Tatum, she’s constantly making your mom jokes

And she will absolutely pull the ‘my moms dead’ card to get out of doing something/to make the others feel bad

Like in an alternate universe where Billy and Stu didn’t kill her mom, they’d say something to her and she’d go “my mom died and you said that??? :(“

She has made Stu uncomfortable on numerous occasions and finds it just as funny each time

Tatum would learn how to do acrylic nails and be pretty good at it, people from school would go to her for them

Randy uses post it notes to keep track of stuff and they’re color coded

So all of his shit at home is covered in sticky notes 

He also has neat handwriting 

Tatum does not

My chicken scratch queen

Randy and Stu would go to drag shows together

Stu, Sidney, and Tatum have hung out and just watched shitty reality tv shows together

Billy and Randy get a run down afterwards though

Billy loves the drama but can’t sit and watch people get paid to be annoying so he likes listening to Stu explain it

“Beverly said WHAT to Amanda about her son? Oh hell no!” - a direct quote from Billy while he’s doing laundry and Stu is telling him about Mob Wives or something

Sidney likes dude-bro comedies more than horror

Like, way more than horror

They’re all sexy and have won the sexiest friend group award from me and also the universe

Ok that’s it i think

[f1nalboys]

Simple Pleasures - Chapter Two

chapter one

chapter three

WORD COUNT: 2426

WARNINGS: nsfw, reader is with billy, oral (male receiving), physical and emotional cheating, sad randy :(, billy is a biiiit of an ass

8:40 comes around too quickly for you. You were sitting on the couch in the living room, staring off into space, thinking of him. Of his hands, his lips, his voice. Of the look of disappointment he had given you this morning before he left. The doorbell rings, pulling you from your thoughts and you sigh. You walk to the front door and plaster on a smile.

“Hey, babe.” Billy says, pulling you in for a kiss as soon as the door opens. He was rough, his hands gripping your waist, giving you no way to fight against him. “You ready? Stu and them are all there, got us a seat up near the front with them.”

“Yeah. That’s nice; how early did they have to get there to do that?” You ask, locking the door behind you and walking with him to his car. He grabs ahold of your hand and you fight back the memory of how Randy had held your hand as he fucked you just a few hours ago. 

He lets your hand go when you reach the car and you walk around to your side alone. “Not sure, honestly. I don’t think they’ve been waiting very long.” He drives off, the music on the radio too low to enjoy. You stare out of the window, watching as the houses thinned out until you were surrounded by woods. Billy’s hand comes to lay on your thigh, laughing when you jump.

“Sorry, your hands are just cold.”

“I know a way to warm them up.” He says, grinning at you. You roll your eyes, heat crawling up your neck. His thumbs rub against your bare skin and you curse yourself for wearing shorts tonight. “C’mon, we can do it quick. Won’t even be all that late getting there.” He says, his hand inching up your thigh. You grab his wrist as he reaches the hem of your shorts.

He grunts as you push his hand off of you and he sucks at his teeth, annoyed. “We’re already late, Billy, we can’t. I’ll make it up to you later, alright?” He glances at you, his eyes narrowed, and shakes his head. He had both hands on the steering wheel, his knuckles white from the tightness of his grip. You made him mad.

“Right. Like you made it up to me the other night.” You sigh, turning away from him. Four nights ago you and he had been in your bedroom, cuddled up and watching a movie when he had started to kiss your neck. You had pushed him off of you, telling him you didn’t feel good, that you didn’t want to do anything tonight and he got mad and stormed off. You had called Randy in tears and he had come over, holding you until the wee hours of the night where you fell asleep in his arms.

“Billy…”

“It’s fine, Y/N. Let’s just forget about it.” He left no room for conversation, turning the music up loudly. The drive to the spot was filled with ‘The Smashing Pumpkins’ and void of talking. You were thankful for that. The spot was pretty filled for a Sunday night and you wave at a few people you know.

Billy drives through the crowd of people slowly in search of your friends when you spot Tatum’s red beetle near the front. “Over there,” You point and Billy nods, heading over there. A spot next to Stu’s car was open and he pulls in, beeping his horn. Stu, Sidney, and Tatum all jump and you can’t help but laugh along with Billy. 

“Hey love birds! You get a little caught up in something on the way here?” Stu asks, his tongue rolling out of his mouth. You flip him off, stepping out of the car moving towards the blankets they had set up in front of their cars. Your jaw clenches as Billy steps out of the car, slamming the door shut and muttering something about how ‘of course you didn’t.’

Sidney and Tatum were sitting on the blanket next to one another, popcorn and drinks spread out over it. “Where’s Randy?” You ask and Tatum’s eyebrow shoots up in question. She always seems to have a hunch about you and Randy but she never said anything about it.

“Went to go get more snacks, the lines probably long.”

“Can you go get us something to drink, babe?” Billy asks you, grabbing the flask out of his jacket and showing it off to Stu. You nod, your heart pounding at the thought of running into Randy. He takes a swig from the flask, his face twisting as the alcohol burns his throat. “Oh, and get me a chocolate bar.”

You give him a thumbs up, walking off towards the concession stand towards the back of the park. The town had made the park into a makeshift outdoor theater for the summer as a way to keep the ‘teens of Woodsboro safe from sin,’ or something like that. All if did was give them an excuse to drink and have sex with their partners in the cars. 

The concession stand, a small building they had built specifically for this, was run by two of the lunch ladies from the middle school. Randy was easy to spot; he was wearing a bright red button up, one that you remember telling him looked good, and matching red shoes. The sight makes you smile. One of the things you liked about Randy was the almost-subconscious decision to match his shirt and shoes.

“Hey there,” He jumps as you speak, turning around in shock. You smile, biting back your laughter. He punches your shoulder gently before looking you up and down with a glint in his eye. Unlike Billy, his gaze never felt uncomfortable. It never made your skin crawl with the intensity he looked at you. It never made you feel like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

“Hey yourself. When’d you get here?”

“Just a few minutes ago. Wanted to come see you… and to apologize to you.” He glances at the people in front of him quickly, swallowing hard. You didn’t know any of them, a few groups of adults with their families, a handful of kids, and a few teenagers. You two were the last people in line. 

He motions for you to walk with him and he leaves the line, heading off towards the porta potties. You grimace as you walk past, thankful he continues into the woods a bit before stopping and turning around. “Go ahead.” He leans back against a tree, his arms crossed over his chest, the toe of his boot digging into the soft dirt.

“I’m sorry. I know I need to break up with him, really, I do, it’s just… I’ve been with him for so long. We’ve gone through so much, and his mom left not even a year ago and he’s leaned on me a lot for support. It feels, God, I don’t know, wrong?”

He nods, chewing at his bottom lip. You could see him twisting his ring with his thumb and you grab ahold of his hand, stopping him. “Do you love him?” His voice was soft and it was hard to meet his eyes. You squeeze his hand, the questions swirling around in your mind.

Do you love Billy? Had someone asked you this six months ago you would have said yes without a moment's hesitation. But now? Now, you weren’t sure. You love him but you’re not sure if you’re in love with him. You know you’re in love with Randy. And honestly, you have never felt this way about Billy.

“I don’t know. I think so. It’s complicated, but what I do know is that I love you, Randy. So much. When I think of you I get so damn warm inside and everything reminds me of you. I’m always thinking of your smile and your hands and your laugh and-”

Randy kisses you, his hands cupping both of your cheeks. It’s soft and slow, as if he was savoring it. You melt into it, bringing your body flush against his. It felt right being here, against him, his hands on your face, the love you two felt circling around you to the point of suffocation.

He pulls away from you, breathless. His hands stay on your cheeks and he searches your face, smiling the longer he stares at you. “You have a crush on me.”

“Oh my god, you’re such a dork.” You push at his chest, laughing, but he doesn’t let you go. Instead, he pulls you closer, kissing you again. This kiss was heavier, his hands roaming your body rougher now. “Let me make it up to you.”

He allows you to move his hands off of your body, watching you quizzically as you get onto your knees, your hands working on unbuttoning his jeans. He looks around quickly and you could basically hear his heart beating out of his chest. “Right here?” He hisses as you pull his pants down, underwear following behind it.

“Yeah, that okay?”

“It’s risky! Fuck, they’re waiting for us back there and we’re so god damn close to the line,” His eyes flutter closed as your hand wraps around his shaft, pumping him slowly. You look at him through your eyelashes as you lean over, licking up his dick before letting a glob of spit land on his tip. “Fuck me, Y/N…”

You don’t answer, taking him into your mouth. His head falls back against the tree with a thunk, his hand coming to tangle into your hair. You ignore the way the rocks and twigs were digging into your knees and you take him to the base.

Whispers of your name, of how good your mouth feels, how beautiful you are, spill from Randy’s mouth as you bob your head up and down. Every few seconds he would look down at you and smile before his eyes would squeeze shut again and his hips would bucky gently as you hum around him.

It wasn’t until the first time you had sucked Randy off that you realized blowjobs could be fun. With Billy they were always fast, rough, and messy. Something that happened when he wanted to use you. For Randy, this was about you just as much as it was about him.

His breathing picks up as you deep throat him, your eyes brimming with tears. He hits the back of your throat and you gag, the vibrations tipping him over the edge. With one last groan he cums, the hand in your hair pushing you down further. His seed coats the back of your throat and you swallow around him.

“Hey you two,” A voice coming from behind you makes your eyes widen. His cock was still in your mouth and you were on your knees; there was no way to write this off as something it wasn’t. Randy’s eyes pop open and he releases your head instantly. You turn around and see a man dressed in sweats and a tank top. “Ya’ll know where I gotta go to piss?”

“Uhm… over there.” Randy responds, pointing with his thumb over to the porta potties. The man burps and says thank you, his speech slurring. He was drunk. Randy puts himself away quickly before grabbing your hands and helping you up. You wince, brushing off the dirt and sticks clinging to your knees. “Well… that could have gone worse.”

You laugh, wrapping your arms around him and kissing him. He pulls away and kisses the top of your head as you rest it against his chest. “We gotta get going.” He whispers and you sigh, holding him just a bit tighter. Neither of you want to let go. Finally, the two of you separate and he brushes his thumb over your cheek before shoving his hands in his pocket. “C’mon.”

You walk with him, keeping a distance that feels almost unnatural, and you get out of the forest, getting back in the now shorter line. The movie was about to begin and you were antsy; hopefully they don’t think anything of how long you two were gone. The line moves quickly, the two of you collecting the drinks and snacks you needed. 

“Time to get back…” You say, your voice sad. He nods, moving further from you the closer you get to the group. 

“Hey guys! You got back just in time; was the line long?” Tatum asks, scooting over and patting the spot next to her. Billy was on your other side and kissed your cheek when you handed him his drink and chocolate bar. His breath smelled of whiskey. 

Randy shrugs, sitting besides both you and Tatum. “Yeah, one person ordered a shit ton of stuff. It was annoying. I nearly died from boredom.” He says dramatically which earns a laugh from the group. The movie begins playing and a hush falls over the crowd. You were leaning into Billy, sitting up occasionally to take a sip from your soda.

“You want any of the blanket?” Randy questions as he pulls a small blanket over himself. He was leaning against his pick-up, the blanket hiked up under his chin. Despite it being summer, tonight was surprisingly cool. You grab the other side and pull it over your free side, thanking him.

As the movie drones on, your hand comes to lay down beside you and you nearly jump out of your skin when you feel Randy’s hand brush against your own. Billy laughs at you, assuming it was because of the horror movie playing, and you try to steady your breathing. You slide your hand over, reaching his hand and interlacing your fingers together. 

That’s how the two of you stay for the next hour; holding hands under the blanket, your boyfriend a mere inch away from you. And somehow, you felt closer to Randy like this. You were practically engulfed by Billy, his arm thrown around your shoulder holding you close, and Randy was simply holding your hand tightly. 

When he pulls his hand off of yours as your group begins packing up, you feel a sense of emptiness. He gives you one last look, a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes, as he gets in his truck, saying goodbye to you all.

“Ready to go?” Billy asks and you nod, taking one last look at Randy’s car which was slowly disappearing into the moonlight.

“Yeah. I’m ready.”

[f1nalboys]

i’m back again with a request this time!

how about shy!randy with a future fem s/o (or whatever is most comfortable) who starts to work at the video store with him and they’re both socially awkward and he’s all nervous trying to teach her the way around the place and it’s just CUTE

(i love all your randy writings btw he is so underrated and you write him perfectly!!)

AHHH you're so sweet :,) I'm really glad you think so! i hope you enjoy!

WORD COUNT: 951

WARNINGS: fluff babey

When Randy saw you talking with his manager, wearing a uniform, he nearly shit his pants. He had seen you around school a few times and heard from a passing group of kids that you were new. Not that he had been listening in on their conversation, of course, because that would be totally weird and he is not weird.

He clears his throat, pretending to fix the shelves when he sees you and his manager, Henry, begin to walk towards him. “Randy,” Henry calls and Randy turns, acting surprised at seeing the two of you. “This is Y/N, we hired her yesterday. I gotta run so I need you to train her.”

“What? I mean, yes, sure, it’s just… I’ve never trained anyone.” His manager shrugs, tossing him the keys for the store and leaves without another word. Randy sighs, grinning when you laugh. He really liked the sound of that. “So, Y/N, welcome to the wonderful hell-hole that is the Woodsboro Movie Rental Store.”

“Seems like paradise,” You tease and he laughs, feeling heat spread across his cheeks. The store was empty, it being a Tuesday and all, so Randy wasn’t really sure where to start. “So… what am I supposed to do?”

He sighs, looking around the store, asking himself the same damn question. “That is a good question… here, you can help me put the movies back from the cart.” You nod and follow, trailing behind him. “So, it’s pretty simple. You pick up a movie, look at the genre, go to that section, and place it wherever the hell you think it belongs.”

“Shouldn’t it be in alphabetical order?”

Randy shrugs. “Yeah, it’s supposed to be, but I refuse to spend time doing all that just for some snot-nosed kid to come in and fuck it all up.” You snort, grabbing a movie off of the cart. He peers over you and grins: The Howling. “So, where do you think this goes?”

“Well, assuming you don’t have a dedicated werewolf section, I’d say horror.” You look at him, eyebrows raised and he claps. You take a bow, walking to the horror section, which was to your right, and you take just a second to look at the titles. “Here, I’ll place it next to Arizona Werewolf.”

“Good job! You’re almost a natural.” You elbow him lightly as you pass by and his breath hitches in his throat. He squeezes his eyes shut, annoyed at himself. Nice one Randy, get all flustered because a chick elbowed you! “Alright, now for the hard part.”

Randy walks you to the register and presents it. “This old beaut is named Betty. She’s been kicking for the last 12 years, which is 90 in electronic years, and she works about 30% of the time.” You laugh and nod, waiting for him to continue. “So, we’re gonna run through an old-fashioned fuck up so you know what to do when it inevitably happens.”

The next four hours is, honestly, the most fun Randy’s had during a shift in a long time. Like, a long time. He teaches you how to do transactions, how to get Betty to work again, he shows you where all of the cleaning supplies are as well as other copies of movies and where you have to mark the movies rented.

“Well, I think that’s it. You did good, kid.” Randy says, clapping you on the back a little harder than he meant to. You jolt forward and he sucks in a breath, his face showing his embarrassment. “Shit, sorry. Meant that to be softer.”

“It’s alright, kid,” You tease, standing next to him as he locks up the store. He spins the key ring on his finger and shoves it in his pocket like they do with guns in those old Wild West movies your dad made you watch. “So, I actually had a question for you.”

He raises an eyebrow as you and he begins to walk to your cars, which were the only two left in the parking lot. “Yeah? And what would that be?”

“Do you wanna get something to eat with me?” Randy nearly chokes on his own saliva. You giggle and he clears his throat, trying to be as nonchalant as possible.

“Uh, yeah, yeah. Totally… when do you wanna do that, exactly?”

“Tonight? If you’re free, of course,” You say, turning away from him, embarrassed. What if he had something to do? Then you would have put yourself out there for no reason.

You reach your car, which Randy forced you to let him walk you too, and he grins. “Yeah, that works for me. Kind of free all the time. Not in like, a loser way…” His face heats up again as you laugh but he can’t help but smile. It was clear you weren’t laughing at him, but rather with him. “I’ll meet you at Sunny’s, you know where that is?”

You nod and, in a rare moment of confidence, you pull him in for a quick hug. You release him and get in your car before he even has time to react but you can just barely make out the grin spreading across his face. He waves as you pull out of the parking lot and walks to his car, his hands shoved deep in his pockets.

He gets in, closing the door and rests his head against his seat. “Shit. I gotta date.” The thought makes him laugh; who would have thought Horror Movie Randy would get a date with the new girl? Not him, that’s for sure. He turns his car on and turns the radio up, singing the entire way to the restaurant.

[f1nalboys]

KINKTOBER DAY NINETEEN ; GLOVE KINK

TLB David x GN!Reader

WORD COUNT: 591

WARNINGS: nsfw, 69, mention of a quickie, choking, david uses the words whore and kitten but there is no gendered language, fingering, implication of more sex and oral (amab recieving)

David’s leather clad glove roamed your body carefully, lightly, ghosting across your skin just enough to raise goosebumps. You were in bed beside him, his chest flush against your back, and the muffled sound of rock was floating into your makeshift room through the curtains. 

“So soft,” David whispers into your ear as he reaches your thighs. The both of you were naked, his erection pressing against your ass, and yet David still wore his gloves. He found out about your… interest in his gloves during one of your first times having sex with him.

It was a quickie and he had you pressed against the wall with one hand wrapped around your throat and his other shoved down your pants. His gloves were rough against your sex, the leather foreign to you. And yet it felt good. Better than good, actually. The way he moved his fingers and palm against you, the stitches running against your inner thighs had you bucking into his hand and whining for more.

After that, he never took his gloves off during sex. Never. Seeing the way your breath would catch in your throat and the way your thighs would squeeze together, begging for friction. “Do you want me to touch you, kitten?” He asks and you can hear the grin he has. You never seemed to hold out on begging when he asked you like this, so close to where you needed him.

“Yes! Yes, David, please.” You whine and he laughs, his chest rumbling against you. His hand pauses in it’s movements and for a second you worry that he’s going to stop entirely, move his hands off of you and let you stew. He doesn’t. Instead he cups your heat, pressing against you harder now, groaning at the friction on his cock.

“Yeah, of course you do,” He huffs. His touch is rough and the leather was digging into your flesh that mixed pleasure and pain in the most delicious way. “Whores always want to be touched. Guess I’m just in a good mood.”

All too soon he removes his hand and rolls away from you onto his back and you whine. He laughs and grabs ahold of your hips, moving you to roll over and straddle him. You kiss him roughly and stroke him, his growl muffled by your tongue. His gloved hand grabs ahold of your hair at the root and yanks, pulling you away from him.

“Put your mouth to good use.” Without giving you a second he shoves two of his fingers past your lips and you gag when they hit the back of your throat. He hums and watches as you recover and begin to suck at the leather, wetting it with your spit. When David pulls his fingers from your lips a strong of saliva connects you to them. “Turn around and c’mere.”

You swing your legs off of him and turn around, straddling him again with your back facing him. You bend over, your ass shoved in his face and his cock next to your mouth. You feel his fingers swirl over your hole and he pushes in roughly knocking the breath out of you. “Oh, fuck!” He starts to pump into you quickly, the feel of the glove inside you something you still hadn’t gotten quite used to. 

“You suck my cock good enough and I’ll think about letting you cum from my fingers, alright?” 

You were in no mood to ignore an order, especially one that could end with such a good reward.