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If I had a nickel for every time Matthew Lillard played a serial killer that got me bricked up for no reason, I would have two nickels. Which isn't a lot. But it's weird that it happened twice.
Billyâs breathing is harsh against your ear as he fucks you. He likes it best this way, you on your hands and knees while he takes you from behind. Thereâs something about him doing it this way, it unleashes something within him that he takes out on you. His hands grip your hips tightly when heâs not pulling your hair or smacking your ass hard enough that itâs going to hurt to sit in the morning. Heâs thick, pushing your body to its limits right now.
âYou like this, donât you?â Billy mutters from between clenched teeth, going harder for a few moments, as if to make a point. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh fills the room and he grabs your hair, yanking your head upwards, making you look at the door as it opens. âYou like being my good girl?â
âYou know I doâŚâ He makes you stupid, cock-dumb, especially when he fucks you like this. Like youâre a thing that he owns, not his partner. Itâs fucked up, but thereâs worse to be turned on by. You close your eyes for a moment and then feel something brush against your lips.
âGot her moaning so loud, I had to come join ya.â Stuâs voice is friendly, calm. Like heâs not making himself a part of what is ordinarily a two-person experience. But that happens sometimes, and you have such a hard time saying no when youâre like this. And itâs happened before, itâs going to happen again, so you know what to do.
Stu isnât as thick as Billy, but heâs longer. He still fills your mouth, making you gag as you try to adjust to his eager thrusts. Usually, Billy lets you set the pace with blowjobs, he likes seeing what youâll do for him. How desperate youâll get for his cock. But Stu is way more excitable, heâs eager to feel good and so heâll fuck your throat raw, fill your mouth with cum.
Your body is rocked between theirs, you can barely see the sloppy kiss they share over you. âFuck her hard. Make her scream for us.â Stu is babbling, encouraging Billyâs roughness, he likes it when Billy is so rough that whoever he fucks is sore in the morning, even when itâs him. And you canât blame him, because right now youâre coming, wailing around Stuâs cock and they grin down at you, knowing that youâre putty in their hands.
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"A Lack Of Climax In Act Three." Reverse! Poly! Ghostface X FEM! AFAB! Reader.
Hello, hello, hello! So at long last, the very much awaited follow up and part two to Lessons In Faking It Redux for Multi-May! I thought hard about this, I hope this is worth the wait and you all love it. I put a fuck ton of effort into this one and honestly it hurt to write! I am so mean to Billy and Stu in this but I donât mean it, I love em still, I promise! But for now, letâs put that love aside and lose ourselves in this fun AU idea.Â
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Rating. Explicit. Length. 3k. Reverse! Poly! Ghostface X FEM! AFAB! Reader. Warnings: Cheating. Lying. Fake Dating. Faking It In General. Cunnilingus. Fingering. âLoss Of Virginityâ. Vaginal Sex. Nipple Play. Reader Is A Manipulative Asshole. Really Mean Shit, Hurt. Angst. Blood. Gore. Murder.
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The big night was finally here.Â
To say that this was highly anticipated was an understatement. The culmination of over a year of work for your girlfriends and months of your own effort leading up to tonight. Sidney and Tatum were such good actors throughout this process, it was inspiring. The pair of them had killed a few more people by this point and had been playing up the scared and concerned act amazingly well, doing all they could to keep suspicion off of them. It made you all the more smitten with them. The duality and depth, the complexity they have inside of them, makes you wish you were sandwiched between the pair of them as opposed to Billy and Stu like you currently were.Â
Sidney and Tatum had this grand finale planned for a long time, a party at Sidneyâs house, currently in full swing, was going to be the setting and so far everything was going off without a hitch. You were doing your best to keep your eyes on them while staying close to Billy and Stu, still playing the part of loving and caring girlfriend who was obscenely into them both. Billy was being extra clingy tonight, understandably the murders kicking up around town has him feeling stressed, you were excited that after tonight you would never have to deal with him again. After tonight you wouldnât have to feel his arms around your waist while sitting in his lap, wouldnât have to pretend you werenât cringing inside when Stu would kiss you, the list drags on and on but there is no time to linger on that.Â
You notice the signal you had worked out with Tatum earlier, now for the next phase and you had to initiate it, time to put all that âpracticeâ to good use. Everything before this was the rehearsal but this was like opening night on Broadway, you had to impress and dazzle and make them truly believe your act; and this was arguably much more challenging than any of the âread throughsâ that occurred in your girlfriendâs bedrooms, you hope all the work pays off.Â
Youâd been planning this yourself for a long time but unlike Sidney and Tatumâs openness, you hid exactly what you had in mind, for fun. Sure the two gave lots of direction but ultimately the final cut was left to your discretion, a show of trust from them that you appreciated. You can feel their eyes on you, looking at you from across the room, over the throng of the other inebriated party goers. You finish the rest of your own drink, which was free of any alcohol but the boys didnât know that, before placing the red solo cup off to the side. Next you were turning in Billyâs lap, straddling him so you were now face to face, your arms hanging loosely around his neck as you looked down at him. âHow you holding up, tiger?â
âYou know how he is, head wayyy too full, way too stressed and worried-â Stu teased, he reached forward over your shoulder, an attempt was made to ruffle his hair but Billy yanked his head back, dodging out of the way with a sigh, âCan you blame me?â
âNo, of course not. But Stu is right, look at all the people here, you are totally safe.â You reassured and he nodded but still seemed unconvinced as he said, âI know that but-â
âBut nothing, listen to us man.â Stu cut in and you say, âYeah. You want us to help distract you? Keep your mind on other things?âÂ
âWhat did you have in mind?â He asked and you leaned in closer, âCâmon, I canât show you here, we need to go upstairs for what Iâm thinking of.â Â
You knew that it wouldnât take much to convince either of them, but one well placed sentence and they were practically dragging you off to go upstairs with them, you have to hold your laugh in at how easy they were. To be fair this wasnât the hard part, convincing them you were not only into the sex but getting off on it would be the real test. You meet Sidney and Tatumâs gaze as you walk past, Stu leading you with Billy right behind. You fight back your smirk, Sidney hides her own behind her sleeve, a subtle wave, a single that when matched with her eyes said, âTry to have fun.â Tatum hides her laugh behind the rim of her own cup.
It all feels different. Not just from what you did with your girlfriends, that was a give in, but the physical affection you had shared with Billy and Stu thus far to keep up your charade felt less seriously than it did tonight. You wonder if it is because you know this will be the last time or if because this time it is actually going somewhere, it isnât just kissing with forced enthusiasm and some awkward feeling up, well it was at this moment, but the point is, it wasnât going to stay just this.Â
It progresses quickly but that is fine, it sells it as rushed, passionate, all full of need, they certainly seem swept up in it. Your arms wrap around Billyâs neck as your tongue enters his mouth, you are very in your head, trying to make every single movement and sound read as effortless and natural when in reality it was a calculated dance that neither Billy nor Stu knew they were a part of. You really should be praised for this, the soft moan you let out was thoroughly convincing, even though his tongue was unpleasantly rough and he tasted of cheap beer that threatened to turn your stomach. The make out continues as Stu feels you up, rolling your nipples between his fingers in a way that harkens back to trying to tune an old radio. It makes you want to roll your eyes from how boring and not to your taste it was, you think that you could school that into a display of pleasure rather than annoyance, but you could save that for later.Â
You did feel some minor nerves but when you actually had more of their clothing off, touching them, it put you much more at ease. They are so responsive, alive, much more so than a regular silicone dildo locked into a strap-on harness, even a loose grip and an easy pace of your hand has either one of them bucking their hips with a groan. You donât know why you were so worried, this will probably be easier than you thought.Â
Sidney tastes much better than Billy does, she has this almost sweet and salty tang and he has this bitter taste, metallic and sweaty and much less pleasant. Stuâs flavour isnât much better, and his blow job etiquette leaves a lot to be desired with how he buries his fingers in your hair and forces you down until you gag, doesnât let up until you push with more force than you should have to on his thighs to be able to just fucking breathe properly. You were glad you pre-lubed yourself in the bathroom to help make this easier because Tatum was right, Stuâs tongue is overrated.Â
He is sloppy in an overly enthusiastic way that sadly, doesnât make up for the lack of any real technique, he canât hold a candle to any of the experiences you have had previously with your girlfriends. Your fingers thread in his short hair and you pull, rolling your hips with a moan as you try to think of Sidney being in between your thighs earlier that very week. Stu doesnât make it easy for you to pretend with how rough his treatment is, Sidneyâs face is softer as is the stroke of her tongue but still you manage to be convincing that it felt fantastic rather than painful and overstimulating in the worst way.Â
Again you thank God for the lube you applied because lord knows Stuâs oral skills and Billyâs pawing hands arenât doing anything to help make you naturally wet.Â
Things progress further and you fear that this might seriously hurt, it doesnât thankfully, but there is a present ache, who would have thought penetration with a real dick rather than the imitation would feel so different? If anything the few sharp inhales and tense body help, again they think you have no experience and so showing no pain outwardly wouldnât make sense. You play it all up of course, both the pain and the pleasure, one blending into the other as it progresses.
You insisted on condoms of course but still, it was an uncomfortably intimate experience in Billyâs arms, him looking down at you as you âlose your virginity to himâ, he was clear how totally fucking lovesick he is. Doing this in front of Stu, him so close, touching you, talking to you, made this all the worse, it was nearly overwhelming and not in a fun way.Â
It pushes you forward, you play hardball and really take initiative and all in all, ten minutes, two condoms later you are definitely sore and putting your clothes back on. They were still clinging onto you, soon as your shirt is pulled back down and your jeans are buttoned they have you all wrapped up in your arms and you want to groan and push them off, you just had them literally inside of you two minutes ago, canât they chill out for five fucking seconds?
Instead you take a deep breath and sling an arm around each of them, not much longer, less than an hour, you do your best to attempt to enjoy what would surely be your last cuddle session in your faux triad.Â
Said next hour was pretty chaotic. The distraction worked well, got everyone else out of the house except for who was meant to die and you were finally all where you were supposed to be. You were heaving, just finished running, Sidney and Tatum have Billy and Stu injured and cornered and even then, when it looked like they were done for, their concern was with you, a shout to get out of here, to run and the pair of masked killers straighten up, a look over their respective shoulders and a question of, âShould we fill em in?â
âI think that is only fair.â Came your response, a nod of agreement from them along with saying, âYou are so right.âÂ
The masks came off and the looks of shock on their faces were a million times more satisfying then the sex you had earlier with them.Â
Those looks slightly morphed to ones of confusion as you walked right up between the pair, just like you had with them previously, an arm slings around each of them, âJesus that is a lot of blood, you two are brutal.âÂ
âHad to make sure they wouldnât get back up and try anything.â Sidney said with a shrug and Tatum, same as always, a tap of her cheek and you smile, a fond roll of your eyes before you lay a kiss down on her crimson smeared cheek, she greets you once the action of affection has been laid down, âHi baby.âÂ
âHiya Tate.â You coo in return with a smile.Â
âHowâs your night been?â You ask and Sidney scoffs, âExhausting, hosting a party is just so much work, you know?â
You giggle, you love this, Tatum spilled to you that after getting stab happy Sidney gets jokey and silly, seeing it in person was too fun, too good for words. âYeah, you must be dog tired.âÂ
âMmm, seriously. You know what is the worst thing about hosting a party?â Tatum asks and you respond curiously, âWhat is that?â
âThe clean up.â Tatum said with a wave of her knife towards Billy and Stu, leaning against each other, clutching their wounds and still bleeding at a very steady rate. Finally Stu speaks up, âWhat the fuck is going on?!â
It interrupts your laughing over Tatumâs joke, and Sidney said, âAwe they still arenât getting it.â
âYou wanna help spell it out, baby?â The blonde asked and you nodded, âCourse.âÂ
You let go of them and take a step forward, you crouch down and look between the pair, âSo-â you gesture between you and Billy and Stu, â-this? Was an act. What was between us? Our whole entire relationship? Was made up. Completely false, well, at least on my end.â
Eyes locked on Billyâs face, his lips are parted, there are tears staining his cheeks along, cutting messy tracks through the sweat and the blood, âYouâŚYou faked our entire relationship for-â
âMonths.â You said easily, as if it was a plain as the clear blue sky, cutting off his sentence and finishing it all in one. Stu jumped in, there was blood down his chin, he had been coughing, he was cut deep, âThe dates, the talks, the-â
âSex? Oh my God, especially the sex.â You laughed and Billy seemed to get angry, âNo way, I donât believe it, there is no way that it was all pretend!âÂ
âIt was! It very much was.â You stood up straight, and Stu chimed in, âYeah, I call bullshit-âÂ
âOh yeah? You need to be convinced?â You ask and when their expressions do not shift you put more of that âpracticeâ to good use. Immediately switching it up, your eyes close, hands in your own hair, a few deep breaths, a few impassioned moans, calling out, sounding pitch perfect as if you were mid-fuck, âShi-shit, Billy, ah! Stu, right there, donât stop-â
Billy looked so betrayed, so hurt, it was delicious. Tatum praised, âMan, you do that shit so well.â You thanked her, "Couldn't do it without either of you giving me all those experiences to call back on." You then proceeded to launch into continuing to berate the two men bleeding out at your feet.
âChrist, you are just so fucking convinced that it is impossible for me to not be pathetically desperate for you two idiots like you are for me.â You sigh as you take a step back to be between Sidney and Tatum. âIf your small brains can believe it, along with pretending to be with you, Iâve actually been really dating these two on the sly.âÂ
The shock just continues, stunned silence as you heap on, âAnd it was all their idea! Been helping me the whole way so I could assist them and make this-â You gesture to the messy kitchen around you, â-all happen.âÂ
You didnât stop talking, âEvery time we finished a hang out, a study sesh, a date, I would leave you both and go running back to them and man we would fucking laugh and laugh over all the dumbass shit you said.âÂ
âOh fuck, remember that night you told us about Billy telling you he loved you?!â Tatum laughed, her hand smacking you on the shoulder and Sidney perked up even more, âOh my God!â
âI just love you so much-â You three mocked through fake tears before falling into a serious laughing fit.Â
âI did! I did love you, we both did-â Billy sobbed and you said, âI know that you did. Itâs what made it so easy to trick you.â
âI told you everything, I was so open with you an-and you just-â His sentence broke off and you said, âBroke your heart? I know. Poor baby, I can be a real bitch.â
Stu began to make a move to try and get up, holding his side and Tatumâs laughing cut off, she fell to her knees, fingers in his hair, not unlike yours were earlier and she had the knife to his throat. âDonât think I wonât do it. Iâve thought so much about it. Could slice your throat up and make a massive mess with very little effort.âÂ
âYou are all fucking crazy.â Stu spat and Sidney seemed less than impressed as she bit back, âYeah real original Stuart.âÂ
Sidney sighed then before she said, âSo Iâm getting just a touch bored so allow me to spell it out. I killed your mom, me and Tate are gonna kill you and Stu and pin it all on your dad. Got it?âÂ
âWhy?â Billy asked through more tears and you all groaned. âOh my God, isnât it obvious?â
Sidney kept going, âBecause your mom ruined my fucking life, destroyed my family but yours stayed together! How is that fair?!â
Tatum chimed in, tone as lethal as she was, âIt isnât.âÂ
âRight. It isnât! So me and Tate and your little not-girlfriend cooked up this scheme to even the scales a bit.â Sidney was approaching Billy, knife brandished and she kept talking, âIt was laughably simple and I am so fucking excited that I am going to be the one to run you through and get away with it.â
Stu was getting weaker and weaker, the blood was welling up from how hard Tatum was holding the knife to his throat, âFu-fuck you.â
âAwe, we already did that and I gotta say, it wasnât anything to write home about. You both called it, Billy's fingering is terrible, and Stu couldn't use that tongue properly to save his life! I dunno how I managed to fake my way through that mess.â You mocked him further still before saying. âBut really we should wrap this up so in closing, Stu?â
You turned to him, âYou are without a doubt one of the biggest, dumbest, most undeservedly overconfident assholes Iâve ever had the displeasure of getting to know.âÂ
Turning to the other you say, âAnd Billy? You are a pathetic, whiny, fucking mommaâs boy who no one is gonna miss.âÂ
âCold blooded!â Tatum laughed and Sidney cheered, âWell said! Couldnât have put it any better myself.â
A look from brunette to blonde, knives at the ready, positioned just so, you watch with bated breath as there is a question of, âReady?â
I so desperately wanted to think of a really great request or suggestion but know that I have the opportunity all of my ideas have vanished.
So instead, I want to ask for Stu & Billy poly!ghostface with a plot or idea that you've always wanted to write but never got around to. It could also be any other poly!ship you have That One Idea for that you just never had the perfect opportunity to write.
I'm essentially giving you a wildcard! I'm super curious if you have any ideas like that - Ideas that for some reason you just never get around to even though they plague your mind. Because I sure do.
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Well Batty! This is such a fun one! I have gotten in the habit of always writing whatever I want for myself all the time now but still, I have had this idea for a long ass time and have never gotten around to it so thanks for the excuse! Your request is the second entry for Multi-May, Billy loving lingerie and my assorted thoughts about that, so letâs go!
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Rating. Explicit. Length. 2.5K. Billy Loomis X Stu Macher X FEM! AFAB! Reader. Poly!Ghostface. No Pronouns Specified. Warnings: Established Poly! Relationship. Could Be Read As TBABTO Compliant. Fear Play. Knife Play. Banter. Dirty Talk. Spanking. Vaginal Fingering. Vaginal Sex. Softness. Feelings. Mid-Sex Introspection Kind Of. Domesticness. Creampie. Slight Overstim. Sloppy Seconds.Â
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Billy Loomis has always loved lingerie, ever since the first time he found out it was a thing when saw something lacy and pretty and soft in a catalogue. The thing was, he wasnât picky, he loved it all, whether it was cotton candy pink and fluffy, almost like a cupcake; or something tight, with straps on straps, criss-crossing over each other and black, as if ripped right out of a trashy goth themed porno.Â
He didnât care, it was all good. He even preferred you leaving it on, would love to just displace it, pull particular parts aside to reach what he wanted to, something about that made it feel better, rushed, hotter for him. He loved you naked, naturally, but there was something so appealing with the lingerie worn askew, and framing your best assets as he fucked into you.Â
As soon as you found out that he had this weakness you of course exploited it at every single turn. You would wear just about anything, matching sets, thigh high stockings, once you found an obscenely short dress that was made of nothing but black fishnet and that poor piece of clothing was ruined beyond recognition by the time he was through with it.
He would ask, make requests from time to time but much more often than not it wasnât necessary, youâd play dress up plenty without him needing to prompt you. He has seen you in all manner of differently delightful and debauched attire and various states of dress, so why was this the thing that did him in the most? Coming into the bedroom to find you folding laundry, his eyes dragging up your bare legs to see all you had on was that big slouchy white sweater that Stu loved so much and judging by how high the hem rose while lifting your arms, seemingly nothing else. Billy isnât able to just watch for long, before need overcomes and he is sauntering into the room, he doesnât bother greeting you verbally, instead letting his hands rest on your waist. How you jumped in surprise was endlessly satisfying for Billy, he never got tired of getting the drop on you, scaring you.
Your head turns and upon seeing Billyâs face you soften, shoulders dropping back down, you roll your eyes and sigh, âShoulda known it was you.âÂ
âWho else would it be?â He asked and your head turned forward again, focusing back on folding the shirt that was in your hands. He leaned in closer, his chin resting on your shoulder, his hands sliding forward, over your stomach, holding you. He could really appreciate the soft material of the clothing item you stole from Stu, now being so close he could smell his scent lingering in the white fibres. He inhales deeper but tries to keep it subtle, if you do notice you donât comment on it, instead answering the question he posed previously.
âOh I dunno, maybe the guy whoâs sweater Iâm wearing right now?â You ask and he says, âStu doesnât like scaring you as much as I do.â
âTrue, not in the same way that you do at least.â His hands start to move, sliding over you, enjoying the sensation of the top sliding over your skin, âAnd howâs that?â
A hum before you say, âYou like doing it like you just did, sneaking up on me, making me jump, and sure Stu does sometimes too but he prefers making me really scared, making it real and intense.â
His head lifts and he leans over your shoulder, getting a better look at your face, âYou want to share an example?âÂ
You give a small smile and with a shrug you pick up a pair of his jeans and start to fold them next, âSure, like, last week, we were doing the dishes and at one point Stu picks up this big fucking knife I used to prep dinner earlier, right?â
He nods, his hands continue to wander, taking their time. âMmhm, go on.âÂ
You do, âSo he takes the knife and starts waving it around and bringing it close to me and itâs all fun and whatever but then he, like, pushes me into the counter suddenly.â
His hands move lower, the fingers on one of his hands catch the bottom hem of your sweater, starting to drag it up, and the other starts to run over the newly exposed skin.
You are still talking, âHeâs got a hand on my throat and the knife is so close to my face and he is giving me that look, you know it, like he is hungry and manic, And heâs saying all these terribly threatening things in that low sweet tone with that big fucking grin and itâs-â
âTerrifying?â He asks, his own smile clear in his tone, as his hand slides between your legs and you sigh out, head tipping back, âVery.â
He starts to touch, slow and easy and he asks another question, âAnd then?â
Your eyes fall closed and you tell him, âAnd then he just stops, just backs off and laughs like it is some big joke and heâs back to normal and Iâm left reeling and have to go back to doing the fucking dishes.âÂ
âSounds like Stu.â He sounds amused. You are sure he is picturing the exchange right now and likes it, his fingers donât relent, they become more focused, pick up the pace and the pleasant sensation starts to sink in and you nod with a soft moan, âMmm, totally him.âÂ
Youâve abandoned folding the clothes, simply holding the denim in your grasp and just as you are starting to really sink into the feeling of Billy touching you, his hands are lifting up, instead he pushes you forward. You werenât expecting it and fell onto the clean pile of laundry on the bed, his hands are back on you, resting on your hips, forcing them up, causing the sweater you had on to get pulled up in the process, exposing you to him. Turns out you did have something under Stuâs sweater but it is so small that only until now with you so spread and exposed can he see it properly. This is a newer piece, heâd been with you when you bought it, along with several other fun things, but he hadnât seen it on you yet, sheer, delicate and white, matching the sweater with startling accuracy.
âFuck, you look so good like this.âÂ
Oh you know that tone and know it well, guess this one is another winner, you bite back a smile, his hands are back to moving on you. One comes to a stop on your lower back, holding you in position, the other between your spread legs, touching you through the material and the extra friction it provides is good, you of course alert him to that fact with a quiet moan of his name. The touching you doesnât last long, only until he sees the clear and visible wet spot spreading over and seeping through the thin white that barely covers your cunt. Soon enough he is pulling them aside, two fingers sink inside of you, curling and feeling, his thumb swipes over your clit and you clench around him. He groans at feeling your walls gripping at his fingers, he asks, âGod, youâre this wet already?âÂ
âMighta had a make out sesh with Stu before he had to get to class but we couldnât do anything serious.â You admit and he praises, it sounded like he was smiling, âWhat a good boy he is, warming you up for me.âÂ
âYeah heâs the best, isnât he?â You agree with a small laugh that he returns and then Billyâs fingers are leaving you, his jeans are too tight, it is starting to border on painful and he needs you. The sound of his belt hits your ears next, unsurprising and you are not complaining. You had already been thinking about seeking Billy out for this very thing once the laundry was done, finishing what Stu started earlier, scratching that itch.Â
He nudges you up the bed with a light smack landing on your ass and you do as instructed, you move up and he gets onto the mattress too, one hand on you and the other on the base of himself he lines up. He is rushing but he has to have you, about to fuck you on the clean pile of laundry with no care, he is in the right position and his hips press forward and he slides in easily.Â
Itâs dirty and itâs quick but it satisfies you both, the stretch of him feels fantastic with just that slight achy burn from him fucking you just a little too hard and just a bit too fast. He more than makes up for it, his chest to your back, hot breath in your ear, wandering hands and filthy words, broken praise among the strained sounds of pleasure, âGod, so good, how-fuck-how are you, so, so fucking good?â
You loved when he was so into it, could hardly talk straight without letting out at least one moan or a curse, not like you were much better at the moment.Â
Currently all you could seem to do was gasp out his name and your own series of swear words. He was obsessed with this, fucking you in this way, his treatment rough but the sweater you wore so soft, smelling like your shared partner, itâs like you were all wrapped up in Stu but still you. His favorite was sharing you with him but if he couldnât be here then this was the way to fuck you, the reminder of his best friend, his confidant, his partner in crime unignorable.Â
He loves this sweater, so many memories tied to it and just to Stu, his eyes closed and he is overrun with the times Stu and he were close enough that he could smell him, feel him, those precious first times that changed everything. Christ, why was this getting to him so badly? Making him so sappy and soft, seeing you, wrapped in Stuâs clothes, in your shared apartment, itâs domestic and sweet, honestly everything Billy has ever wanted. You in leather or lace is good, is hot, you in this though? It is a reminder that shit worked out, he has not just one but two people devoted to him, who love him for who he is, itâs stability and safety, comfort but still finding ways to keep things exciting even while feeling all of that.
Itâs doing him in faster than he would like, he wants you to reach your end too, he rushes out, âTouch yourself.âÂ
He doesnât need to ask twice, his hips snapping into yours, one of his hands reaching around, palming one of your tits through the sweater, the other still on the bed to help keep himself up right and your own hand shooting between your thighs. He cums before you do with a groan of your name, body tensing and him holding to the hilt inside but it doesnât take much more for you to find your own end, nimble fingers stroke yourself just so and you cum with him still inside of you a minute after he does.Â
Your walls pulsing on him post orgasm making him inhale through his teeth at the slight overstimulation that washes over him but he endures, it hurts so good. Your high finds its natural end and it leaves you both panting, trying to catch your breath, he pulls away first, sliding out and the amount of him inside of you spills out, that snaps you back to reality very quickly. You reach back, tug the underwear into place to try and stop the drip from making this worse, you sit up, look over your shoulder and you curse seeing the leaked mess of you and him on one of your favourite shirts, âFucksake Billy, I just cleaned these clothes.â
He is tugging his pants back up and rolls his eyes, saying like it is obvious with a smile on his face, âSo clean em again.â
Before you can get up to do that or protest further he is back on the bed and wrapping you up, pulling you down with him, you sigh, knowing that laundry is out till he is satisfied with cuddling you.Â
You end up falling asleep there for a while and later on you find yourself back at folding the laundry. Billy was nice enough to wash and dry it at the very least before he had to go to a late class. Stuâs sweater needed to be cleaned, some of the hem got messed up and cum stained and it got pretty sweaty overall from how hard you were going at it, so you swapped out Stuâs sweater for this dark blue and white flannel shirt Billy favoured.Â
Hearing the apartment door open and you call out that you are in the bedroom and in a minute Stu comes into the room to find you just about done with your task and he sounds delighted by what he sees, âOooh well hello there.â
A look over your shoulder and you return his greeting, âHello to you too.âÂ
âYou still doing laundry?â He asked, clearly confused, âYou were doing this when I left hours ago.âÂ
Laughing, you tell him as you turn back to his task, âYeah, ask Billy about it later.âÂ
You hear him come closer, he leans down, kisses you on the cheek before telling you, âIâll do that.â
âHow was class?â You ask and he shrugs as he is telling you, âFine.âÂ
He flops down onto the bed, the cleared space next to where the clean folded clothes are as opposed to on top of them, thankfully. He reached out and tugs on the bottom hem of the flannel, âI like you in Billyâs clothes.â
A grin spreads over your face and you joke, âShocker.â The look on his face reminds you of the one back in the kitchen earlier that you told Billy.Â
âI know, so predictable, right?â He reaches out, one hand locks on your wrist and the other tugs the shirt you were folding out of your hands, âHow about we finish what we started earlier?âÂ
You sigh and toss the shirt aside, one of your knees comes down onto the bed, he rolls onto his back and you climb aboard to straddle him. His hands land on your thighs and as they run up the shirt is moved as well for you to be greeted with the clean pair of underwear you changed into after your post hook up shower with Billy, blue and not unlike the shirt you had on, you were in a matching mood today it seems. âOooh, fuck.âÂ
A roll of your hips, grinding down, feeling Stu quickly getting hard in his pants your head lolls back the spike of sensation. You give into the moment with Stu, positive that once he has your panties off and sees how much you are leaking, realizing you fucked Billy earlier and he gets to have his sloppy seconds that it will be another fun and hot quickie. After all of that you are promising to yourself that after you ride him that you will finish this damn laundry, even if it kills you.
"Lessons In Faking It Redux." Reverse!Poly!Ghostface X FEM! AFAB! Reader.
Well, hello, hello, hello! This is so exciting! The very first fic of Multi-May! I chose to kick it off by doing a re-do of Lessons In Faking It. This was supposed to be a collab with an old friend, I was to do the set up and they were supposed to do part two but I wrote this back in August of 2021 so I doubt they are gonna get to it, so expect ME doing part two later this month! So letâs get into it.
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Rating. Explicit. Length. 4.8K. Reverse!Poly!Ghostface X FEM! AFAB! Reader. Warnings: Cheating. Lying. Faking. Dating. Angst. Hurt. Toxic Shit. Angst. Talk Of Murder Plots. Dirty Talk. Vaginal Fingering. Cunnilingus. Meanness. So Much Meanness. So Much Shit Talking. Threesomes. Face Sitting. Strap-On Sex. Possessiveness. Jealousy. Reclaiming. Sidney And Tatum Being Bitchy As Fuck. Apologies To Billy And Stu. I Love Them And Donât Mean The Nasty Shit I Said. Â
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You couldnât have asked for a nicer day really.Â
Currently you were walking in between them, Stu had an arm around your shoulders and your hand at your side as is Billyâs, fingers tangled together, you were all coming back from a little study date. The three of you had taken over a table outside the ice cream parlour next to the video store you all frequented, books sprawled out as you worked on your respective assignments. Easy conversation was shared as was laughter between melting bites of refreshingly cool and fruity sorbet.Â
It was a nice way to spend a warm afternoon, right now Stu was talking to Billy about something in a shared class they both had that you didnât, and you just listened.
âIâm not saying there isnât any merit in analysis but I donât care about what the flower choices in this stupid book means, ya know?âÂ
You rolled your eyes fondly, an action Stu definitely noticed but kept talking regardless, leaning down as he did so, âWhy couldnât the author be more forthright with that knowledge? If it was really fuckinâ important than the old prick would make it clear, not leave it up to high schoolers to parse in third period.âÂ
Stu complained further as he held up the book he and Billy were both being forced to read in English and Billy agreed, simply with a nod, âI hear you man, but do you think you might be a bit too worked up over this one?â
Stu gasped, smacking his own chest with the book, "Billy, baby, are you defending this piece of shit, sorry excuse for a storyteller? Over me?"
"I'm just saying you're talking like the guy was writing it to piss you off specifically, it isnât personal." Billy said with a casual shrug. Stu asks you, "Are you hearing this?"
"Oh I'm hearing it, alright." The tone makes Billy snicker and Stu scoff, "Unbelievable. Both my boyfriend AND girlfriend are against me."
You squeeze Billyâs hand and that had him glance down to you, a soft smile on his face, he gave a squeeze back in acknowledgement and you leaned closer into Stu as well who pulled his arm tighter around you.
Hmm. Cute.
Soon you were where you needed to be and in the process of saying good-bye to them, telling them it was a good time and youâd see them soon. They lingered as they always did, drawing out hugs and both taking the time to be all sweet, pressing farewell kisses to your mouth that were still a bit sticky from your afternoon snack and then they were off.
Both gave a wave as they called out, âSay hi to Sid and Tate, yeah?â
You smiled and called back, an enthusiastic wave of your own, âYeah of course. Bye boys!âÂ
Watching until they turned the corner and were out of sight, a sigh left you, shoulders dropping and your smile falling. You wiped over your mouth with the back of your hand, a slight sound of disgust leaving you as you tried to scrub off the feeling of their lips on yours.
You adjusted your bag on your shoulder as you headed up Sidneyâs driveway, one word muttered under your breath, âIdiots.â If only they knew your true nature and what was in store for them.
They were just so unaware, if you had any semblance of a moral compass or a conscience you just might feel bad about it, or about what was to come. Good thing that petty things like that didnât weigh you down. The door was unlocked with the key Sidney gave you months ago and you came in, shoes were taken off and you took a quick look around, they must be upstairs. In a minuteâs time you were waltzing into Sidneyâs bedroom.
You find Sidney on her bed, laying on her stomach, magazine open in front of her and Tatum sitting right next to her, reading over her shoulder. As soon as you enter, both are looking up to you, Tatum nudged Sidney as she said, Â âSee, there she is.â
Tatum greeted you first with a smile, a warm and flirty call of, âHey gorgeous.âÂ
Sidney followed up, significantly less pleased, âHi.â She flipped the magazine closed then asked, âTook you long enough, what happened?âÂ
You dropped your bag and came over, hands already outstretched and an apologetic look thrown their way. âHey. So sorry but you know how those two can be, they just donât shut up, it took me a while to squirm away.â
A knee on the mattress you leaned down, you can recognize the look in the blondeâs eyes and you moved down to give her what she is silently asking for, just as she always did when you had been apart for an extended period of time. You pressed a kiss to Tatumâs lips, hands cradling her face, satisfying her adorable need for a kiss hello before releasing her, leaning down further still and brushing some hair aside before placing one on Sidneyâs forehead. âForgive me?â
âYouâre lucky that you are so cute.â Sidney said with a shake of her head and a fond smile on her face, she sat up and you asked hopefully, âSo all is forgiven?â
She slung an arm around your shoulders, not unlike Stu did earlier, as she said, âYeah, yeah allâs forgiven.â
You moved closer into her, a kiss placed on her jaw as you said, âThank you.â A hum of acknowledgement from her, obviously enjoying how close you were, clearly she had missed you too.
âBesides, how could we ever stay mad at you when you work so hard for us?â Tatum reached out, hand meeting your cheek and yeah she was right.
The reality is that your relationship with Billy and Stu was all a ruse, totally false on your end, you were actually with Sidney and Tatum, and your two girlfriends have a very particular âhobbyâ that you helped facilitate. They had this grand plan and you were such an important and integral part to make sure it went off without a hitch. Sidney had beef with Billy and his family, with what happened with her mother, she wanted to ruin his fucking life, tear it all apart and with a twist of her ankle; crush the pieces under the heel of her boot until there was nothing but minor traces of blood and viscera smashed into concrete.
Tatum had always been there for Sidney, they had been friends forever and she had been in love with her for years, she was there for Sidney through it all. When Sidney spilled her metaphorical guts and told Tatum everything she was feeling and thinking, all the horribleness she wanted to engage in, the hurt and pain she wanted to inflict on Billyâs family at the end of a knife for breaking up her own family and destroying her life, Tatum simply asked her, âWell when do we start?â
Everyone needs a best friend like Tatum really. Was there anyone more ride or die than Tatum Riley? You werenât sure, she was just so damn supportive of you and Sid, totally in your corner, would do anything for you both and you felt the same way, would do anything for them.
Maureen Prescott has a bad reputation, and not without good reason, not like youâd ever say that to Sidney, but she did fuck Billyâs dad while both of them were married to other people. Sidneyâs dad found out and their marriage crumbled, Sidâs mom split, leaving her totally fucking heartbroken, she felt so abandoned and so angry. She placed that blame on Mrs.Loomis, was it fair?
Not necessarily but hey she was hurting and what kind of average person jumps right to murder anyway, the logic of, âIf she kept him satisfied he never would have cheated and broken up MY fucking familyâ made sense to her.Â
Since she lost her mom she felt it only appropriate that Billy lose his. They told you all the grisly details of it, the sounds she made, the small amount of fight she put up, Sidney gleefully telling you how she not only bled like a stuck pig but â-she looked and squealed like one too.âÂ
Tatum joined in to tell you that, âIt was a great date night, we felt a lot closer after that.â
The plan went off perfectly, no suspicion on them and now that it was almost a full year later, nearly the anniversary of Mrs.Loomisâ death it was onto the next phase of the plan.Â
Kill, cut, rip, tear and maim, a violent bloodbath and make it look like it, all of it, was the fault of one Mr.Loomis. You were brought into the plan to pile it on, really make it hurt, there to be with Billy and help make the betrayal of it hurt all the more before they killed him too. Getting to that point of your involvement and trust wasnât easy but you more than proved yourself and earned it.
Sidney and Billy dated for a while but when shit hit the fan their relationship ended in short order, her mom bailed and Sid just couldnât stand it, couldnât tolerate being with him like that. She wanted to really make this whole thing as painful as possible and you pretending to be with him, pretending to care, fake dating him would be the cherry on top. Sidney was dying to see the look of betrayal on Billyâs face when he learns his sweet girlfriend was faking literally everything for months and not only that but was entangled with his mothers killers.
Tatum had dated Stu briefly herself but it didnât last long, originally you were only supposed to get with Billy, the Stu thing just kind of happened and after a talk it was decided that hey it was even better to ol Sid and Tate.
You getting involved with both of them, forming that little triad, it would be all the more deliciously painful when you revealed that it was all for show, that you had been in on the plan. It would make it hurt so much worse when it all came crashing down around the pair of them.
Could anyone truly blame Sidney Prescott for wanting to rip Billy Loomisâ fucking heart out and crush it in her hands right before his very eyes? Well sure a lot of people could, but not Tatum.
Not you.
You hadnât known them or been friends with them as long as they had been with each other but you were just as invested, cared just as much, were so into the both of them. When they shared the plan of what they wanted to do you were already in so deep, so utterly smitten with them both that when they mentioned they had wanted your help, you didnât need much convincing.
The next feeling was a familiar one, Sidneyâs arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you closer, your back to her chest, her legs on either side of your hips, her face in the crook of your neck, snuggling closer still. âI hate when you smell like him.â
Ah yes, this kind of thing happens often. Both of them, but especially Sidney feels this intense need to reclaim you, this incessant urge to mark you as hers and Tatumâs again, make it so you smelt like them, could taste only them on your tongue. She craves to make you say their names over and over again in every fashion imaginable, like a sigh and a curse and just overwhelm you with feeling until there is nothing on your mind other than them.
Overloading you with sensation was their favourite pastime other than that aforementioned hobby.
You loved it too.
âWhat are you gonna do about that?â You teased and Tatum was closing in on you too, her hands resting on the tops of your thighs, âOoh I think we both have lots of ideas to fix that little problem.â
You were very sure about that. A big grin as you say, âOh I bet.â
Hands reach out, your fingers curling in the straps of Tatumâs tank top and using them to pull her to you, kissing her. You didnât get a good feel or taste from that small peck earlier but now you realise the lip gloss she had on today tasted like peaches and it made you let out a small and satisfied hum.
Sidneyâs hands started to wander, one sliding up your side leisurely, under your shirt and the other running down and touching your inner thigh, she had started to kiss the side of your neck, you could still feel how tense she was. She muttered out, âHate his stupid fucking cologne.â
Tatum pulled back from your kiss with a laugh, you love her smile when she is like this, âGod, right? Does he drown himself in the stuff or what?â
You couldnât stifle your giggle, he kinda did. "Seriously what is that God awful scent he favours?" You ask and Sidney fills in the blank, quick wit as always, "Eau de asshole. Obviously."
Tatum was still so close, her nose on yours and you pressed another kiss to the corner of her mouth between you both giggling over Sidneyâs joke. Your mouth moved along her jaw and by this point, they always ended up doing this. Would talk down about Billy and Stu so much after you saw them, it was kind of part and parcel at this point.
Sidneyâs hand had made it between your thighs by now, feeling you up over your pants, you pushed your hips up, tilting more into her touch, the light friction was good. She wasn't overly gentle with you, and knew just how to get to you. Her other hand was up your shirt, palming one of your tits through your bra and then came another part that you were all too used to, relaying what happened to them.
âWhatâd they have to say this time?â Tatum asked, tone much more amused, her hands were on your hips, you having paused your assault of affection, too caught up in the feeling which led Tatum to watch as Sidneyâs hands worked you over. She loved to watch you both together, something about it was just so hot, and also made her feel so warm too, she took in the view and you started to reply to her question.
âNothing interesting-â Sidney bit down on the side of your throat and it made your sentence stop with a sharp inhale of air before continuing on, â-stupid shit about assignments and classes, dumb jokes, dumber movie opinions, you know how it goes.â
Your head tilted back, exposing more of your throat to her and the hand between your thighs pressed a bit harder, focusing a little more and as her other hand was rolling one of your nipples between her fingers you completely forgot what you were talking about.
âI donât know how you put up with it.â Tatum hummed and Sidney scoffed, âI dunno how WE put up with it back then.âÂ
She pulled back from your throat as she spoke up, âTruly, what would we do without you?â
You couldnât help it, loved it when they praised you, would flourish under their attention, you let out a sigh and said, âJust be glad you donât have to find out. Iâm not going anywhere.â
They both liked to hear that and Tatum hooked her fingers in your belt loops and tugged just like you had done to her top earlier, asking with no small amount of heat, âYou down for some practice?â
Oh nothing sounded better. You needed this right now. You gave an enthusiastic nod, âGod yes, please?â
âSo eager.â You could hear the slight smirk in Sidneyâs tone, she was loosening up just a bit, good, you were glad. It was hard to stay in a bad mood with the prospect of what was to come right there.
You might be wondering what âpracticeâ with them entailed, what is it that you were practising for exactly?
It all stemmed from your idea initially, that you should lead them on, get so close to them and then âlose your virginityâ to them the night of the party, again another layer, more chance to truly hurt them. So this fun little exercise began, that first night you remember so well.
Sidney between your legs, hands resting on your spread thighs as Tatum was beside you on the couch, alternating between kissing you and whispering in your ear as her fingers dragged over your exposed skin. The feeling her hands left in their wake was a lot to handle, you werenât sure if you wanted to wiggle away or lean into it, Sidney was eating you out beautifully and there was your shared girlfriend, brushing some of your hair aside and whispering in your ear, âFeels good right?â
You nodded and almost whimpered, barely able to hide the sound and Tatum had her fingers under your chin, tilting your face to hers, God she was so beautiful like this, she spoke to you again, âYouâre paying attention right?â
Another nod, you were certainly trying to. Her thumb brushed over your bottom lip and then Sid was doing something with her tongue that made your thighs tense and let a moan spill from your mouth, eyes unfocused and Tatum couldnât be more into the sight, amused by how easily they could make you break apart for them. âMmm good.â
Tatum kissed you and it was full of want, her hand still under your chin as her tongue got into the mix and you moaned into her open mouth as Sid started to ease two fingers into you. âFuck-âÂ
You breathed it out against Tatumâs lips and she pulled back, praising you, âYeah like that, remember how you moaned just like that.â
You ended up coming so hard that night on Sidneyâs tongue and fingers, you were barely floating down from your high when Sidney was looking up at you, head leaning on your thigh, her mouth was still wet from you as she said, âIf you are able to fake it half as good as that they will totally buy it.â
So to ensure that you, their precious little partner in crime/girlfriend/actor would be up for the role, a lot more practising and rehearsals would be needed. Something you welcomed openly, you couldn't help how much you got off on it when they were like this, giving you instructions and leading you, telling you how best to act and pleasuring you so amazingly, praising you all the while.
It was enough to make your head swim right along with making your cunt drip.
You were a quick study and took direction well, you were sure you had it down pat but you werenât about to stop them, not when reaping the benefits felt so fucking good.
The time you were sitting on Tatumâs face, her hands on your ass, you were grinding down onto her mouth, the question fell from your lips without you planning on it, âBe honest Tate, fuck, howâs Stuâs tongue?â
Your curiosity was something that you couldnât shake, he almost always had that damn tongue hanging out of his mouth and you know just why he did it, to get you and anyone else thinking about what he might be capable of. Worst of all is that it worked, you had been thinking about it. Morbid curiosity got the better of you.
She pulled back, head falling back against the bed and she looked up at you, breathless laugh as she made eye contact with you and she asked, âHonestly?â
You replied with a small smile, âHonestly.â
A genuine want to know and she said it in that way that only she could, this particular kind of fire and bite behind it, obviously truthful and drawn from personal experience and fact, âOverrated.â
She laughed again and so did you until warm breath fans over slick skin the only warning of her intentions of continuing her assault on you. Her mouth latched back onto your clit and that laughter from you bled into a moan as she sucked indulgently. You asked later on if she was being serious and she told you that, âItâs a damn shame truly, honestly with some good direction he might actually be worth a damn at eating pussy. But as it stands right now? Donât hold your breath for a mind blowing experience.â
You loved when she was so harsh.
Loved it so much you would openly encourage her and Sidney bad mouthing them. A different evening, a late night date had turned to another ârehearsalâ and Sidneyâs hands were on your hips, slowly pushing the dildo of her strap-on into you, throwing your head back with a bite of your lip and a moan, eyes rolling back. You recall Tatum telling you to do that a different session as she instructed you and then finished it off by telling you, â-guys love that shit.â
Tatum had your head in her lap, playing with your hair and she gave a low whistle, âLook at you! Like a duck to water, you do that move and he might just cum on the spot.â
Sidney laughed, rolling her hips as she sinks inside you again, âSeriously, have you seen how hot shit is? Might make Loomis cream his fucking jeans before he can even whip it out.â
Christ when she talked like that it did something to you.Â
Again you hoped you would be able to be convincing enough but they encouraged you so much and told you just how easy they would be to trick that any small and minute doubts you had kept melting every time you were sprawled between them.
The need overtook you and you looked up at Sidney as she started to move, hips pulling back before driving forward and it pulled a moan from you, a questioning gasp of, âSid?â
She let out a hum, a harder thrust before she asked, âYes, honey?â That somewhat sing-song and overly sweet tone, obviously enjoying herself, she was in a playful mood.Â
Looking up at her with the question falling off your tongue, âTell me about it again?â
A light laugh, the sound of skin on skin as she didnât stop, pace steady as she fucked into you, each plunge of sturdy silicone making another shock of sensation rush through you, âOh did my little comment get you wanting? You want me to be mean?â
Tatumâs hands were sliding down your body and soon her fingers were between yours and Sidâs bodies, starting to circle your clit, making you buck under their shared effort with another ample moan and a shudder.
âWant me to shit-talk Billy âI-think-my-dick-is-Godâs-gift-to-womenâ Loomis, huh?â She bites out, feeling a little breathless as she slams into you over and over.
Fuck yes you did want that. You begged for it, insanely needy, âYes! Please?â
âAnything for you.â She sounded so warm, so affectionate. Tatum above you pressed harder and couldnât hide her own smile as she said, âOh thisâll be good.â
âWant me to tell you all about how he acts like he is hot shit? About how he talks about how he is gonna get you off soooo hard when his fingering technique is like he is digging for change in couch cushions?â Tatum and you both laughed, yours much more out of breath and strained, almost hiccupping in the pleasure.
Sidneyâs grip on your hips tightened, she fucked into you harder and between her consistent and steady pace, as well as grinding into that sweet spot and Tatum not letting up on your clit you wouldnât be lasting very long. They were just too good at this point, and knew your body so well.
âWant me to tell you all about how he will act all concerned, all âOoo I donât wanna hurt youâ talking like he is packing heat but it is just average-â Another hard thrust that ended in a grind, her leaning down breathing the next two words right in your ear, â-at best?â
âFuck babe tell us how you really feel.â Tatum teased, you were way too into this, were unable to stop the small moans and curses and whines that left you, squirming under them and their conjoined effort.
They could be so mean and you adored it.
Tatum had shifted, one hand still working between your thighs and her other wrapped around the base of her own strap, pushing it against your lips, âIf you want her to keep going you better start sucking, theyâre probably gonna expect you to take them both at once.â
A few light smacks on your cheek with the flushed pink silicone and then you opened your mouth and let her slide in with ease. Her hand threaded in your hair and she tugged, âMake eye contact as you do it, slut. Make it convincing, I wanna believe that you need this dick more than you need air, got it?â
A weak nod and you pushed down further, looking at her, eyes pleading for more and moaning around the false cock approaching the back of your throat. You slowly pulled back, cheeks hollowing as you sucked obscenely, starting a slow but passionate pace and Tatum said, âShit. That is good. You play the part so well, they wonât know what hit themâ
Sidney let out a laugh, feeling you start to tremble in her grip, could feel how close you were getting, nails raking over your hips, she practically purred, âYouâll knock em dead, such a pretty little actress.â
âActress? Try porn star.â Tatum fired back pulling another giggle from Sidney. You shouldnât clench down on the strap like that or moan at her calling you a porn star but fuck, it made you want to whine.Â
But they werenât the only ones who would talk shit. You joined in just as often. One night where you were focusing on them, putting those hands of yours to good use, you instigated it, your mouth pulled back from its place on Tatumâs chest and you looked up to her and Sid, taking in the sight of them kissing before saying, âSomething happened with them today.â
You didnât wait for a response, curling your fingers you pressed on and told them about your date earlier.Â
Billy had sat you and Stu down, with a confession in mind, he opened up by saying, âYou and Stu mean so much to me IâŚI canât tell you how thankful I am that you were here for me. That Iâm not doing this alone, youâve helped me out more than you know or I could say and just..I love you, both of you, so much.â
He positively poured his heart out to you and Stu and my lord, you couldnât have been happier. You were giddy to tear away and run back to Sidney and Tatum to fill them in, just as you were right now.
You put on your best impression of him and mocked him, how he said and what he said and they swear in that moment they fell a bit harder for you than they had already.
It was perfect. Everything was going swimmingly. Tatum and Sidney were transfixed by you as you regaled them, hands still on each other but not moving/ Shared wide eyes and enraptured as they listened, barely able to breathe, almost no sound leaving them unless a particularly good thrust of your fingers drew one out of them.
âYou should have seen him. He looked pathetic! He was almost crying, still whining about his mother.â Your mouth was on Sidneyâs thigh, kissing up as your fingers slid into Tatum deeper, âHeâs so weak.â
No this wasnât perfect.
You were.
They were the ones who couldnât believe their luck. Having someone like you so fully devoted to them, so invested, so ready and willing, yeah there was probably one person in Woodsboro who was more ride or die than Tatum Riley and that was you. Sick, twisted, equally as fucked up, you.
As your tongue stroked up over Sidneyâs leaking slit, a slow circle over her clit before pulling it between your plush lips and sucking deeply, you looked up at them and gave your own confession, your own soul bearing admission. This one not mocking as you made fun of Billy, this one was your own and totally honest, âI love you both so much.â
Your girlfriends were confident in one thing at that moment. That yes you were perfect for them, an amazing accomplice and an even better actor but they just knew that with them?
(seems like a good place to leave this) Billy edging you until you're nearly screaming, then handing you over to Stu, who overstimulates you until you're definitely screaming. Thoughts?
So you throw two of my favourite boys, my all time fave poly ship at me with my favourite kink ever and expect me to not write something for it? You would be extremely mistaken Anon. I have so many thoughts about all this and this is literally THE place to leave a thought like this. So letâs get into it.
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Rating. Explicit. Length 2K. Billy Loomis X Stu Macher X AFAB! GN! Reader. They/Them Pronouns. Poly!Ghostface. Warnings: Dirty Talk. Edging. Orgasm Denial. Vaginal Fingering. Vibrator. Toy Use. Overstimulation. Hitting. Punishment Play. Pain Play. Begging. Crying. Forced Orgasm. Vaginal Sex. Billy And Stu Being The Worst/The Best.
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A Battle Of Wills.
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This is your fault.
At least that is what he keeps saying to you, continually tells you and reminds you, that this is all because of you. To quote him about ten minutes ago when you were whining, âIf youâd just kept your mouth shut I wouldnât be doing this to you.âÂ
You are positive that he thinks he is making a good point but no one is forcing him to do this, he made this choice of his own free will and speaking of will that is how this all started. Claims over who had the strongest will, who could last longest in this scenario, and you are coming to realise that perhaps you were too confident, okay, not just confident, leaning more towards outright cocky and now you were paying for it.Â
You were just so sure that Billy wouldnât be able to have the self restraint for this, you thought that being naked and below him, moaning and squirming, fully on display. You thought the feeling, the view, hell even the smell would draw him in and make him cave before you did, and yet, you were, fuck, you arenât even sure how many edges deep at this point. Billy was showing no signs of wanting to slow down or stop or even release himself from his jeans, that smug look on his face, between your splayed legs, two fingers lazily pumping in and out as his thumb circles your clit as he asks, âHow you holding up?â
Asshole.Â
You open your mouth to speak and his thumb presses harder as his fingers curl just so and it makes you let out the most pathetic sounding moan as opposed to any actual proper words and he laughs, âThatâs not a real answer.âÂ
Sucking down a deep breath, brows stitched together as you try to ignore the pleasure coursing through your tense body as you try to push out a response that wonât have him mocking you. The words that leave you sound rushed and strained, âMâ fucking fine.âÂ
âOh yeah, you totally sound fine.â Your eyes run down the length of your body to him, staring up at you with that look that makes you clench around his fingers, something he of course notices and naturally comments on, âI felt that.â
Before you could say anything else another voice is cutting in that has both you and Billyâs attention snapping towards the bedroom door, seeing Stu leaning against the door frame looking all too amused, âNow what is going on here?â
âA battle of wills.â Billy says before his attention is returned to you along with the quickening of his fingers once more, âOh really?â
âMmm.â He hums out as Stu pushes off the door frame and comes closer, his gaze feels predatory and somehow makes you feel even more naked than you already are in your totally bare state.Â
Billy hadnât stopped and Stu watching now was adding to this, pushing you to the edge quicker, pleasure spiking at an alarming rate. He was watching every small movement and reaction with great interest, the way your chest rose and fell, the stuttering of your words when you try to speak, the hitching of your breath.
"Hi." He greets with a small wave, playful and totally him and you push out the response of, "Hey Stu."
The sensation rises, climbs, you are almost there, you are too keyed up at this point to do anything to hide how you approached that ultimate moment and thus he knew just when to stop, just when to pull his fingers out. He was cleaning them off, a groan against his own slick digits, revelling in the taste of your pure unfiltered frustration as you fight off the urge to sob.Â
Stu was beside the bed, hands in his pockets, head cocked to the side slightly, eyes roving over your sweat soaked form and he spoke again, âSoooo, name of the game is who can break first? He edges you till you beg to cum or he breaks first and has to fuck you?â
Still breathless you nod, eyes falling closed as you try to regain some composure, Stu snickers, âMusta really pissed him off this time. How long you been at it man?â
âOh what would you say? Getting near an hour now.â He admits and you huff out a weak, âFeels like two.âÂ
âAnd you still havenât given in, itâs honestly impressive.â Billy praises and the warm feeling of pleasing him washes over you briefly before he says, âBut I gotta get going soon, so letâs wrap this up, okay?âÂ
âShit yeah, itâs Wednesday, you got a class soon.â Stu said as if he just remembered and Billy grunts in acknowledgment as he was shifting on the mattress, you hear the nightstand opening, hear him rooting around for something and then it snapping closed again. âYeah, but donât worry, after I break em then I got a treat for you Stu.âÂ
Stu points to himself with a wide grin as he lets out a pleased, âOoooh, for me? You shouldnât have.â
Billy is back between your legs and the bright flash of colour in his hand catches your eyes before the item he got from the nightstand is between your thighs and the sound of consistent humming fills the room. As soon as candy coloured silicone touches your overly sensitive clit your head is thrown back against the pillows, body is immediately taut, legs jerking from the sharp rush of sensation and the bliss hits like a ton of bricks, weighing you down, rooting you to the spot. Stu laughs as he exclaims, âJesus, youâve done a number on em. So loud!â
Were you being? You hadnât even realised you were moaning until Stu pointed it out, long and low, curses and panting breaths and unable to stay still. It took all of two minutes for you to approach the edge, and that is when you break, that is when you beg at last, âPlease, please, please, fu-fuck, I canât take it, I canât, no more, please!âÂ
Closer and closer still, he didnât look like he was going to move away, was holding the vibe just right on you and your eyes stay locked on him, still begging, still pleading, completely and utterly desperate, âNeed it so b-bad, need to cum, please, please, Mâ sorry! Just let me finish, let me feel it, please Billy!â
He had this look on his face, as if he was considering and that shift in his eyes like he might pull away again it makes you more frantic as your legs begin shaking. Your fingers are tugging on the sheets, back about to arch your volume increases, as if begging louder would make him listen. You were two seconds from tipping over, âFuck, fuck! Right there, gonna cum, yes-â
That is the moment he turns it off.Â
You nearly scream, the heels of your hands press to your eyes and you want to break something, you cannot believe how bad this is, how in need you are as you fight back tears, laying slack on the bed and leaking an obscene amount you bite out, voice breaking, âYou fucking asshole!â
âAwe, touchy, touchy.â He admonishes you for your comment by laying a firm smack down between your legs, the hit lands on your extremely sensitive cunt and the tips of his fingers catch on your clit and your legs respond to the rush of pain with a twitch as you yelp. He then tells you, âNo one likes a sore loser.âÂ
Somehow you restrain yourself from flipping him off but just barely.
You feel him shift again on the bed and your hands pull away, looking to see him tossing the toy aside and stretching, looking again, very fucking smug. âLooks like we proved who has more will power because while you-â He gestures to your still trembling form, â-are a fucking wreck who is practically crying to cum, Iâm gonna get up and go off to class totally fine.â
He does just that, gets up and he pats Stu on the shoulder, âAnd Iâm tagging Stu in who hopefully is in the right mood to help you out.âÂ
âSeriously man, this is a great gift, our favourite slut already on the brink of tears and dying to get off? Youâre too good to me.â Stu sounded genuinely touched and it makes you want to roll your eyes, the guy will take any chance to ham up a moment for a joke and take great pleasure in it, king of improv thy name is Stu Macher.
âWhat can I say, Iâm a real generous guy. Have fun, Iâll see you two kids later.â A kiss pressed to Stuâs cheek before he is leaving, you are focused now on the tall blonde, a lecherous and sadistic grin splitting his features as he sing-songs out, âBye Billy.âÂ
Your body still feels weak, limbs heavy but you try to move back on the bed, get away from him but he is too quick, hands lock on your ankles and he pulls you down the mattress, âHey, hey thereâs no getting away from this sweetheart. I got no plans this afternoon and nothing sounds as fun as fucking with you does.âÂ
His hands ran up your legs as he pressed onwards, âDonât look so scared, Billy was the mean one today so Iâm gonna be nice, alright?â
Why didnât you believe him?
Billy was in no rush to get home.Â
Class was fine, he got a late lunch, and he was out of the house for around two hours, he wondered if you were both still going at it until he got into the hallway outside your apartment and he could hear you.
He unlocked the door, meandered his way towards the bedroom to find the door was wide open and you still spread out on the sheets and Christ even with the gag Stu shoved in your mouth you were this loud?Â
Turns out Stuâs idea of being nice was making you cum over and over again until you literally couldnât fucking think anymore, forget about speaking.
It was nice to begin, the first orgasm had you thanking him, babbling with the relief the washed over you as you came with his fingers buried in your cunt and his mouth on your neck. It was still good when he didn't stop, merely slowed as he worked you up to and through your second and even enjoyable when he first picked up the toy for the third and fourth he wrung out of you.
But those happened over an hour ago and before he even got his pants off.
Now you were sore, exhausted and thoroughly cummed out, dried tracks of tears down your cheeks and forced to just take it as Stu worked on getting his own hard earned pleasure.
âCâmon man, havenât we tortured them enough today?â Billy asked, Stuâs head jerked up, a look over his shoulder, a smile spreading on his face as he sees the brunette now watching the scene making him slow his hips, âAlmost done, swear to God.â
Billy scoffed, a roll of his eyes as he started to come into the room, âYeah I take you swearing to God real seriously.â
âWhat should I swear on to get you to believe me?â Stu was back to it, sounding a little breathless, a harsh rolls of his hips, one of your legs propped up on his shoulder, his hand near your knee as he fucked into you and his other hand holding that same toy Billy was using earlier to your throbbing and over worked clit. âA stack of your favourite porn maybe?â
He snorts out a laugh, a harder slam of his hips into yours and another broken moan tears out that he talks over, âYou think Mâ that sex obsessed? That I can swear on porno like itâs the fuckinâ bible?âÂ
âThink? I know.â Billy sat down on the edge of the bed, his hand reaches out, sweeping some hair off your sweaty forehead, âHow many times did you make them cum?â
âI had em keep-ing count but once they, ugh, couldnât form words anymore-â Stuâs sentence stops with a moan, your body was forced through another brutal orgasm and you cry into the gag, it barely felt good, mostly it hurt, just painful clenching and flexing of your cunt around his cock plunging in and out of your abused hole. His pace was uneven, thrusts sloppy, he was going to cum soon, thank God.
Billy nods as he watches your body shake through the feelings Stu was forcing onto it, your eyes unfocused, drool down your chin, throat ruined from all the incessant moaning and crying and screaming into the gag, âYeah once they start sobbing like that all bets are off, bet they arenât even listening to this right now.â
âOhh, you gonna want a turn after I cum in em?â Stu asked and Billy said, âI mean I didnât cum earlier did I?âÂ
Seems the afternoon is far from over and one thought breaks through your overstimulated haze, you have got to stop making bets with them.
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Ay, ayyyy! So uh. I am just so, so into Ethan Landry it is fucking stupid. So much that I am posting this thing, a history mock up for Ethan of what I think life is like, this is angsty, family drama heavy, character deep, dive-y and includes some murder too! Enjoy it! I am gonna do some smut of him soon but for now, remember this is just my thoughts and headcanons and opinions, so enjoy this!
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Rating. Explicit. Length. 2.5K. NOT READER INSERT. This is just about Ethan baby. Warnings: SCREAMÂ 6 SPOILERS. Family Drama. Angst. Neglect. Abuse. Coercion. Complex Emotions. Mixed Morality. Murder. Blood. Gore. Ethan Is A Fucked Up Guy. And I Love Him For It.
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Life for Ethan has never, ever been easy, or if it ever was, it was before he was truly cognizant and able to remember properly. Something always felt off but it took him a long time to be able to pin it down, and when he did it was like a glass shattering moment. The pane fractures and splits, breaking apart with knowledge that once received cannot be unlearned. Unfixable, even if you were to shift through the broken shards and painstakingly glue it back together your hands would be left torn and bleeding and the cracks would still show clear as day through the smudges of crimson fingerprints.
The biggest injustice in Ethanâs life was the worst one a person can suffer, the cruelty of total indifference.Â
Have you ever experienced that? Being so totally and thoroughly ignored by everyone who is supposed to matter most? The people who share what is supposed to be a home with? Who birthed you into this world? Forced you the same way we all are into this shared experience we all call life, meant to play with the cards we are dealt. The middle of three and painfully ignored in all things in favour of his siblings. He canât even be that mad at Quinn, to start anyway, itâs all about Richie, itâs always all about Richie.
He remembered the only good times and memories he had with his brother, when he wasnât being a total fucking asshole, was when his needs and interests were being catered to and even then, not all the time. Filming his Stab tribute film was a complete mixed bag of some shockingly awesome moments mixed in with Richie having all the unwarranted, misplaced rage and self confidence found in a typical film bro who has watched one too many movies and swept one too many things Quinten Tarantino did under the rug. He was going on about how some aspects werenât right, redoing takes over and over while waxing poetic about his fucking vision and berating his amateur friends and family who have never made a film or acted in any serious capacity before.Â
Ethan used to love his brother, used to fucking look up to the guy but as he aged, rose tinted glasses gave way to show the truth of the kind of person Richie really was as well as the realization that he was the reason that their parents didnât give a fuck about him.Â
At first he tried not to blame him, Richie didnât ask for all the attention but he sure as shit didnât stop it either, and why would he when he is being so heavily catered to? His feelings about all of it were complex to say the least, going from real family caring about family, to disillusionment, to annoyance to anger, and eventually, outright hatred. He tried to get over it, tried to fix it and heal the hurt before it reached that level and the damage was permanent but Richie didnât make it easy at all. From the lack of interest in Ethanâs life, hobbies, general well being, to the outright bullying he subjected him to at points. Richie is only a quarter of an inch taller than him but youâd think he was a full foot taller from how he acted so superior about the whole thing.Â
Ethan felt bad for a moment when he found out about Richie dying, because a small, sick part of him was fucking happy. Experiencing joy thinking that now with Richie gone he was the only son, that meant something, now his dad would pay attention, now he would care-
Except that isnât the case at all. Even in death itâs still all about Richie.Â
At first it made sense, grief, mourning, sure, he was feeling it too to a degree, it was natural of course.Â
But then Gale Weathers fucking book came out.Â
Wayne is not the most reasonable man on the best of days, which a cop? Unstable? Unheard of. Then when the whole story came out and he read it, he was livid. Ethan swears some nights when he is lying awake he can still hear his father screaming, breaking things, tearing pages out of that damn book, yelling on and on about how it was- âSlander! That bitch canât say these things about our boy! It isnât true! He-he would never-â
Ethan isnât exactly surprised. Richie was always really, really into not just the movies but the reality of it, the actual cases that book and film drew from. Wayne indulging in his habit by providing him with some ill gotten possessions of real life murder and crime scene evidence didnât help either.Â
At one point, when he was still trying to fix this, trying to salvage what was left of their relationship as family, he used one of his few talents and escapes to entertain his brother. He has a love for art, drawing, and has filled sketchbooks over the years with his sketches and musings. Mostly on the nights he would be re-watching a movie he had already seen, picked apart and analysed for the fifth time at least, something to help divide his attention and occupy his hands the night gaming didnât seem appealing. Â
He did a series of sketches in secret, he researched a lot to make them happen, and one night he showed Richie pencil outlines, red ink for blood, showing off various people from the cases, either dead or dying or whatever struck him as right. He thinks it might have been the time Richie was happiest with him,recalling the praise and excited ramblings, even if Richie didnât know art, he gave it up for Ethanâs attention to detail and the visceral and violent nature he depicted in his work.Â
âThe black and white with only the blood being coloured?! Itâs so, whatâs the right word-Striking! Itâs so striking.âÂ
Ethan tried to be happy too but it still felt hollow because it was all about what his brother wanted, when he tried to show him any non-Woodsboro or Stab related sketches he didnât give them a second glance and certainly no compliment. Richie started making requests of even more intense extreme and grotesque nature, and then it became somewhat of an obligation as opposed to a project he was doing on his own time and for his own strange curiosity and enjoyment. Portraying these horrifying acts with starting realism was challenging and he had to admit that when he nailed the milky dead eyed look of a victim in a crime scene or the cross hatching was just perfect, he felt a sick and odd sense ofâŚWhat was it? Pride? Amusement? Longing? It was a hard to define, outright miasma of emotions.Â
The drawings get less and less as time wears on and his brother stops asking as much.
His dad is fucking insane, so is his sister, they say grief makes people do crazy things, but plotting to frame someone for murder to clear your sonâs name is up there as probably one of the most extreme reactions one can have. He didnât even really want to be a part of it but his dad and sister just immediately started talking as if he would be down, not considering his feelings or that he might not want this but that was how it was in his family.
No one ever thought of what Ethan wanted, they just assumed heâd go with the flow, the conversation âconvincing himâ was short, like they expected him to give way with a stiff breeze. So he had no choice, he lied, he said, of course he wanted to help, that he felt everything that they did but he didnât.Â
What he did feel was a misguided sense of hope, the idea that he might be able to have a real place in this family once everyone feels that they have avenged Richie. They can be a family again and now that he is the only son his dad will have to pay attention to him, and have to love him.Â
Everything they suggested he went along with, all the convoluted and complicated details he was here for it and ready to do whatever they asked.
Wrapping his head around the act of it took some doing. Some late nights sat up wondering if he could really do that, could take someone's life, and after much internal fighting he decided it was worth it. What else did he have outside of his family? He invested so much time, so much effort, he couldnât give up now, if this works then they can be happy and he can have everything he ever wanted, have them care about and for him.Â
He wanted to show them as well as himself he could, if Richie could do it, so could he.Â
It was around this time he showed his dad the sketches he showed Richie before. It did what he hoped, showed him he was serious about this, it curried some favour, he felt good, a sense of pride as his dad complimented his work. When the sketches were framed and included in the collection he actually cried that night, when alone, that sense of hope grew.
The plan formed quickly, Wayne and Quinn were obsessed and entirely consumed with it. He learned fast that anything he had to contribute would be heavily scrutinised and most likely rejected, he was just expected to fill the role they wanted of him.
As the plan grew it became painfully apparent that there was a lot expected of him, not only did he have to fit into the plan, play his part in the killings, he had to insert himself into the friend group, be there to help lead them where they needed to be and throw off suspicion and more. Quinn slotted herself in as Sam and Terraâs roommate and all the while had been frothing up a subreddit and online community dedicated to proving Richie as innocent and Sam as the true villain. He watched a few times and was present when Quinn would be going on her posting sprees, VPNs, fake IPâs and dummy accounts where tons upon tons of things were posted to push the narrative in the direction she wanted. It was honestly kind of scary, the dedication, the meanness she displayed. Ethan was glad he wasnât on Quinnâs shit list, having her being not just pissed but willing and ready to dedicate large swaths of her life and time to tearing your life apart is terrifying.Â
The lead up was a nerve wracking, what if he couldnât worm his way in? What would he do then? It would cement him as a failure to his family. There was a lot of pressure to succeed but luckily, he and Chad got along really well.Â
Or at least that is what Chad and the group thought which is what was really important.Â
When it came down to it, after he was settled into the routine and knew the core group, it was time for the real plan to get going. The killings kicked off, heâd been amping himself up for it, trying to really get himself in the headspace to do it but something unexpected happened. Wearing the outfit and the mask, he chased down the victim that was supposed to be for practice, to make sure he could really do it when the time came, a totally nobody of a person, he managed to catch them with relative ease.Â
The knife slid into that first victim and when he stabbed them, he felt alive, more alive than he ever had and also he felt seen.Â
Even with the mask on, even though the person couldnât see his face, their eyes were locked on him, centred in this moment, focused totally on him, the blade in his hand, driven into their stomach, it was shockingly intimate. A nervous lick of his lips behind the decaying mask, heavy breathing, his own chest heaving, an urge strikes, he follows the instinct he twists the knife. The body below him, because that is what it is, no longer a human, not a person with a life, thoughts, hopes or dreams, it is a body, one that is quickly dying, is going weak in the knees.Â
Shakey blood stained hands clutching weakly at him, trying to push him away but he had stolen all the breath from their lungs when he forced his way inside, had affected them. He had changed them, is in the process of destroying them, altering them irrevocably, for the worse. He feels powerful for the first time maybe ever. He pulls the knife out and the soon to be corpse gasps, mouth open, blood on their teeth they whimper pathetically, he drives the knife forward again and it becomes a blur after that. Stab, rip, tear, in and out, back and forth warm sprays of blood and sounds of pain and anguish, wetness soaks through his glove and the robe and nothing has felt better. Being inside someone, turns out, no matter the context of the penetration, is a sensation he had been craving down to the marrow in his bones and now he was woken up to it. Knew what he had been missing. He craves it again, he wants more.
The strength it takes to accomplish the goal, to leave the body on the wet pavement, totally slack, eyes dead, skin turning cold, leaves him panting, sweaty and satisfied, staring down at the mess of red and spilled intestines. It didnât feel like enough. Thankfully this is only the first time, the first of many, there will be plenty more opportunities to play, to have fun, to practise and get better, to forge new memories.Â
Robe and mask in his bag, coat slipped on and zipped up to cover the blood that had soaked through the costume to his shirt, he leaves the body behind after dumping it into the dumpster. A trembling hand ran through heavy sweat soaked curls, he felt totally high on what he just did.Â
No one expects him, no one is aware of the brutality he is capable of because of all the sheer frustration he has bubbling underneath the surface. He is going to show everyone that he has worth, he can do this.Â
A chew of his bottom lip as he thinks and relives what he just experienced, vivid images and sound dancing through his mind as he is walking to the subway, thoughts of how this can give him everything he wanted.Â
Itâs all so clear, no one can ignore him with a seven inch steel blade buried in their body. If this is all it took to get a little attention and recognition, then he would have started doing it sooner. Richie was a self centred idiot, but he was right about this at the very least, killing has undeniable appeal that he intended to fully lose himself in, and finally things will change for him.
Stu is physical touch. I can see gift giving as well, but that's more a learned behaviour from absentee parents. Touching, hugs, kisses, subconsciously giving all that love and affection that he never received as a child. If you're sitting or standing close to Stu and he's not physically bothering you in some way then somethings wrong.
Receiving - quality time and if used sparingly, words of affirmation too.
Billy is quality time and gift giving. Not bought gifts, but random little things he's found that made him think of you. I always HC Billy as pretty sentimental.Â
Receiving - words of affirmation tell him he's a good boy and quality time.Â
Acts of service for both of them but that's definitely born from the selfishness and entitlement. It won't hit the same as spending time with them or telling them how much you care.
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"Cleaved In Twain." Danny Jonson/DBD Ghostface X AFAB! Reader.
SO it was Lottie or the amazing @lucifers-horror-harem birthday yesterday! And I wrote her a lovely little Danny fic, she has a more personalized version but you lovely people get a reader insert version to enjoy! I hope you all love it! Let's get into it!
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Rating. Explicit. Length. 3.2K. Danny Johnson/DBD Ghostface X AFAB! Reader. No Pronouns Specified. Warnings: Obsessive Danny. Stalking. Breaking And Entering. Voyeurism. Chase. Predator/Prey. Degradation. Dirty Talk. Fucked Up Praise. Rope Play. Restrained Punishment. Spanking. Reader. ManHandling. Knife Play. Threats Of Harm. Actual Harm. Blood Play. Spanking. Punishment. Vaginal Fingering. Vaginal Sex. Unprotected Sex. Dub-Con. Threat Of Death. Actual Death. Dead Dove Do Not Eat.
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Love is a funny thing isnât it?
There are movies and tv shows, books and podcasts, and tons and tons of songs, stories and more about the subject spanning back as long as human history has, and part of that is because trying to capture that feeling and articulate it to others is difficult as hell. The person to person experience of it is so varied, the differences can be vast or minute but all of them are there and valid, and yet, even with all these clearly laid out examples of what the conceptual idea of âloveâ is, he is damn sure he has never experienced it in any of the ways people have claimed that they have. Â
Danny doesnât think he is capable of feeling it, not like he thinks he is missing out on anything, not when he has other things to fulfil him.
It isnât like he doesnât feel anything though, you make him feel some pretty big things, just ones that werenât conventionally or typically appropriate. He got those intense feelings from a job well done, and from a victim well stalked and eventually skinned. He loved the thrill of being able to sneak around and view every sordid detail of a personâs life without them being the slightest bit aware of his existence. The getting to know you stage was always a total joy, finding all the little quirks that make a person unique, nailing down schedule, habits, before really going in, revealing himself and going in for the kill.
He has been watching you for, God, months. The window placement you have going on makes his job very easy.
You arenât the only one he has been watching however, he normally has multiple irons in the fire while narrowing down who was worthy of his attention and who he really wanted to fuck with. You were interesting in how unassuming you were, the way you behaved at home, so quiet and looking so domestic, he couldnât help how the thought got him so excited. He would get thoroughly amped up to choose a night, one that you would think is any other evening, and then come in and tear your whole life apart, end it, slash and cut until you are unrecognisable and that sad little life you called yours would be no more. Learning all he could about a life before he ended it made it all the sweeter.Â
Months of build up and tonight is the night, boots laced, hood up and knife sheathed and he was ready for an evening of fun ahead. Heâd planned his way in over a month ago, found the easiest way one afternoon when you were out of the house.
It was late, after midnight, he was inside and ready as he will ever be to strike, he doesnât think he is a nervous guy, a little too prepared and confident to have that kind of petty thing holding him back. Nerves are what the person on the end of the knife feels, not the one brandishing it.Â
Now, sometimes, no matter how much planning is put in, how much care is taken and how well he gets to know a victim, at times, they can be unpredictable.Â
He didnât count on you getting up to fetch a glass of water from the kitchen and you and he staring at each other from across the hall. Him about to go to your bedroom and you standing just outside your door, hand still on the knob. You were just slightly shocked to see the strange man, over six feet tall and clad in black and leather and a mask and holy shit what were you going to do?
A beat and then you did something he wasnât counting on tonight, you ran.
He wasnât planning on a chase, he was planning on tying you to your bed while you were still passed out, and just ripping into you, cutting you from- Well it doesnât matter because right now you were fucking booking it and he wasnât going to let a small deviation like this stop him from being able to salvage his night and your murder.Â
As he started after you he thought it would be easy.
Ten minutes later when he still didnât have a hold on you he thought otherwise, where the fuck did you learn to run like that? And that mouth of yours! You actually threw a few choice insults his way when you had locked yourself in the bathroom, he managed to get the door open but you still got around him, he wasnât expecting any of this from meek little you and frankly it was pissing him off.Â
Well, not just pissing him off, you catching him so off guard, being so different than he was anticipating, than what he thought he knew you to be, it was, annoyingly hot.Â
He finally got you in the kitchen, cornered you, had you on the tiled floor on your back, his knees to your shoulders, holding you down firmly. Slight uptick in his breathing just as yours had from all the exertion, but now heâs got you.Â
Eyes locked up on that ghostly white mask and true while you felt fear, there was another feeling brewing inside of you.
The struggle in you stopped in short order when he forced his knees down harder and you groaned, your head tipping back against the floor and he said with a strong point, âYou,-â A shake of his head with a breathy laugh he said your name and then, â- are a hard one to get a hold of.â
He sighed, âI wasnât counting on that.âÂ
A hard swallow and you asked, âHow do you know my name?â
âThatâs your biggest concern? Not how did the big scary man get into my house?â He asked and you had to give it up, he had a good fucking point. He spoke before you could, âI learned your name a while ago, been getting to know you, watching a while.âÂ
âWatching?â You asked and he hummed, he sounded amused as he pulled out the coiled rope he brought,, âI like to watch, what can I say? I know what I like.â
A creepy, stalker with a voyuer kink, you really lucked out, didnât you? When it rains it pours.
He reached down, began to secure and tie your hands together, movements practised and confident, âI had the whole thing figured out but then you just had to give me the run around. Do you know how fucking annoying that shit is?â
He tightened the ropes and you winced at the bite of them into your wrists, he didnât stop, his tone was sharp, venom practically dripping from every syllable, âI didnât think you had it in you! I thought I had you all fucking figured out but you managed to really surprise me. But, funny thing about me that youâd have no way of knowing-â
He leaned down and said the last part, his mask almost an inch away from your face, â-I donât like surprises.âÂ
He was angry, legitimately pissed off but still, very into this, he didn't want to let on to it, the last thing you needed was to know that small tidbit, he was hard as hell and as soon as you felt that it might just give it away. He pulled back, finished tying up your hands and he was still talking, âWho the fuck do you think you are that you think you can get away with acting like this? Fucking up MY night?â
âYOUR night?â You asked incredulously and he said, âYes! My night! Iâve been planning this for you donât even want to know how long and you are acting like a fucking brat and ruining this, your body, this body-â
He reached out, a leather glove clad hand reached out and gripped your throat, your whole body tensed under him, your breath caught and his other hand latched onto the bladeâs handle. He unsheathed the blade and brought it down, â-is merely where I am putting my fucking knife, a vessel for my art and for my entertainment, it is not actually about you but what YOU, give to ME in this exchange.-â The knife was pressed right under your jaw as he squeezed your throat and he gritted out, âStop being selfish and making your murder all about you.âÂ
He stopped, he was so focused on how angry he was, on verbally berating you that he was only just now focusing on your expression and more importantly how it had shifted. You were flush, pupils dilated, panting and you were squirming, thighs rubbing together and it struck him, he tested it. He squeezed your throat and your eyes rolled back with a moan and he laughed, âHoly shit you are into this!â
A very nervous laugh spilled out, you rushed to defend yourself, âHa! What? No! God, no-â
He pressed the blade closer and you whine pitifully and he accuses, âYou are!â You try to protest more but he talked right over you, âOh my fucking God, and here I thought I knew you! What else are you hiding from me, hmm? Iâm gonna have to figure it out for myself because you are clearly no help.âÂ
He moved off of you and he let go of your throat, he started to manhandle you and paw at your body to manoeuvre you, he knew it hurt, he wasnât being anything near gentle but you were loving it, leaning closer. He said it in this fascinating combination of delighted and mocking, âFreak, you are a total fucking mess.â
He sighed and when he looked up, seeing something that gave him an idea, âYou know, Iâm still annoyed from before, I think you deserve some serious consequences.â
A questioning sound leaving you and his hand came down, a hard hit on your ass, a barely held back moan from you and he said, âShut up, idiot.â
He got up and said firmly, âStay slut.âÂ
Like you could go anywhere even if you wanted to when he forced you face down ass up with your wrists tied, you were exhausted from the chase earlier too so even if you were unencumbered and in a better pose, any chance at escape was nil.Â
You heard him get something from off the kitchen counter and then he was back on his knees beside you, he put whatever he got down and then both hands were yanking your thin pyjama bottoms down over the curve of your ass. Another laugh rings out, his fingers hooked in your panties and he tugged, you feel his thumb rub over the crotch he had to practically peel off of you, âYouâre fucking drenched-â He sing songed out the last part, reminding you again of the obvious, â-you love this.â
He was right. Your cheek was resting on your forearm, face burning with shame, you did fucking love this. How he chased you, talked to you, taunted you verbally and with his knife, spanking you, somehow he managed to tick all your boxes without even realising it at first. You feel the smooth leather of his glove on your ass after he let go of your panties, and another hard hit, another jolt of pain, âSo! What else are you into?â
You keep your mouth shut and he tskâd, âYou could hardly shut up when I was chasing you and now you clam up. Shame. I guess Iâll have to figure it out all on my ownâŚâ
A pause, tension inside you builds and he says, âI did notice you seem to enjoy my knife, so I got to thinking, and itâs not always true but in the case I think that maybe bigger-â
You now know what he got from your counter. He stole the meat cleaver from your knife block and was now holding it in your line of vision, â-is better.â
A shiver ran through you before the whisper of, âWha-what are you gonna do with that?â
He laughs, âYouâll find out soon enough.â
The cleaver is pulled back and true to his word you werenât left in the dark for long about what he had planned with it. You feel a hand resting on your lower back, and then feel it, the large plane of ice cold steel meeting your bare ass cheek and you yelp in pain and shock. Another hit and then another and the pained sounds change, shift, and yep, you are into it and it is obvious and you are totally fucked. He is using the cleaver as a makeshift paddle to punish you, it was extremely painful, unrelenting, covered a ton of surface area in one hit, he was strong and could put a lot of power behind it too.Â
âYouâre dripping down your thigh.â You feel him wipe some of it up, âMaybe you have more potential than I thought, disgusting thing that you are, I wonder what else youâd be into.â
Another hit and a much bigger shock of pain to your system, the edge caught you when he pulled back, he cut the back of your thigh, right before the meat of your ass started and you hissed, a suck of your teeth as tears welled up, voice wavering, âDid you cut me?â
You asked it without thinking and he laughed, âOops.âÂ
Another hit and you moaned, fingers curl, you wish you had something to hold onto and he didnât fucking stop. The guy clearly had experience with knives, you are sure the cuts that he continues to give you are all on purpose, the pretending they were an accident was part of the bit.Â
Between your legs, the backs of your thighs were a total fucking wreck, slick and sweat and blood, you were crying into your forearmâs sleeve and he hadnât stopped with the creative insults, and you were loving every fucked up second of it.Â
âHow many hits was that?â He asked and you were still crying into damp fabric and he repeated himself, louder, âI asked you a question, whore.â
You were supposed to be counting this whole time? You sniffed, lifting your head slightly, âI-I wasnât-I-â
âYou didnât keep count?â A hard hit, you cried out in pain and he admonished you further, âFuck. You are totally useless.â Â
He brought the cleaver down, hard, right next to your head, he cracked the tile in the process, the sound and action made you jump. âAwe, scared?â
Not wanting to piss him off further, you say, âYes.â
His response was only one word but itâs all he needed. âGood.â Â
Hands were back on you, âLook at all this.â His fingers trailed through the dripping blood he drew from you earlier, and then he managed to do something to surprise you, glove covered fingers dragged up through your folds and you gasped in shock. After so much pain the sudden rush of pleasure hit you like a ton of bricks and stole all the breath from your lungs.Â
A moan crosses your lips as his fingers dropped back down, he rubbed your clit, the slickness of your blood acting as lube as he touched, you leaned back, closer to him and he said, âYouâd never guess how depraved you are just by looking at you.âÂ
His digits slide back up, two fingers delve inside and he starts to finger your own blood into you, a loud moan tears out, your head falls forward as he hooks his fingers and finds that sweet spot inside that makes you gasp. He sounds very amused as he teases, âToo easy.âÂ
And you feel him press his hips forward and you feel how hard he is, âYou feel what youâre doing to me by acting like such a little nympho? Taking all this with an arch and a moan, you are so fucked-â
He continued to rock his fingers inside of you, focusing on that same spot and you are taken by all of this, head nearly spinning from how tonight has gone, the lingering pain, the searing pleasure, weak, you felt very weak. Fingers fucking in and out, his thumb stroking tight circles around your clit making your writhe.
His fingers leave you rather unceremoniously and you whine, another hit on your already bruised ass and you sob, he spits out, âStop bitching.âÂ
You hear his pants opening and then feel him press to you, hard and unbelievably hot. âGot any cute comments or complaints?â
A weak shake of your head and he asked, âYou want it?â
You did, you nod with a bite of your bottom lip and he said, sickeningly saccharine, âCourse you do.â
Thankfully he didnât make you beg but he seemed pretty riled up too. His hips slam forward, making you take him all at once and you cry out against the floor, the sudden burn and stretch overtakes but there is no time to linger, his hips move, no time for you to adjust.Â
âFuckkk-you act like such a slut but you donât feel like one.â His hands gripping your hips, he started to really take, fucking into you quicker, harder. Itâs disgusting, filthy, you feel like it too, he was your stalker, he broke in here to kill you for Christâs sake and you are getting fucked dumb by him and you wereâŚ
Living for it, loving it, of course you were.Â
You have given up any pretence of pretending that you arenât into it, not like you can hide it, he can feel you clenching on him, hear you moaning, feel you moving back onto him. âYou are so stupid-â
You agree, unthinking, just concerned with the pleasure coursing through you, steadily building, the mix of it with the pain from every slam of his hips into your ass, aggravating the cuts, making them weep more blood was doing everything for you. âMâ so stupid-â
âYou wanna know why?â He asked, another thrust punctuated with a moan and you bite, âYea-yeah, God, yeah.â
âBecause you think Iâm still not gonna kill you-âÂ
You gasp, dragged ever closer to the edge and a loud moan is pulled from him, followed by a laugh, âFuck! You just clenched THAT hard from the threat of death. Itâs got me wondering something-â
He reached out, he picked up the cleaver and leans over, his chest to your back, his hand comes around, he holds the cleaver to your throat and he says, âI wonder how hard youâd squeeze me if I cut your fucking throat right now.â
He pressed harder and you couldn't stop it, eyes squeezed shut, you can barely hear it through the haze as your orgasm overtook, positive it might be the last thing you ever do, him taking you cumming as consent, he asks the obvious, your body has already sealed your fate, âYou wanna find out?âÂ
Again, Danny doesnât think love is for him, doesnât think he can feel it. But swinging that cleaver with a little force, slashing into your throat, causing it to break open before youâve come down from your orgasm. Blood pouring out over the blade, over his wrist and down onto the tile, your cunt still twitching and then seizing impossibly tight on his dick while he is buried balls deep, making him unable to pull out, is pretty fucking close to what he imagines love feels like for ânormal people.â
Cumming in a victim at the moment of death is the ultimate high, he thinks he might just never top it. If you were still alive or conscious or able to hear him heâd thank you.