#scream one

Chores are fifty-fifty between them two, mostly because they argued about it until they figured it out and you stayed out of it so you never got assigned anything.

Stu insists on date night between the three of you, it has to be all of you, it can't be split up into just duos. If it was just you and Billy, just you and Stu, just Stu and Billy, he didn't care. It couldn't happen.

Two against one in every single argument about dumb shit. Wanna watch a movie but one person's against it? Two against one. Pizza night but someone doesn't want it? Two against one.

The bed placements go; you on the left, Billy on the right, Stu in the middle. Stu is the last to wake up, so you and Billy can get out of bed without having to climb over him.

Stu takes your side in most debates, not because you're always right but because he finds it funny when Billy gets all annoyed, and he starts pacing back and forth while you two just watch.

Billy would most likely pick a career with some kind of control, like a defense attorney or something. Stu would pick some dumb shit, like working at a movie theater or something.

NSFW!

Billy's on top, you're in the middle, Stu is on bottom. No matter how that looks, that's how it always is. And I just know Billy runs positions like the army.

Billy is a grunter, Stu is a whiner. Billy is a groper, Stu is more of the desperate grabbing type. So sometimes when you're too caught up in the moment, that's how you can tell the difference between whose hands are on you.

Stu has more fun with degradation or toys, something that can be impulsive and quick. Billy likes praise, slow build up.

Both give me the vibe that they like to watch you touch yourself, idk why they just seem like that type. That's most the time you'll hear Stu groan is him watching you. Billy would probably touch himself while watching, staring and redirecting.

Wait, super random but I feel like Stu would debrief his sex with you with Billy. If Billy was at work and Stu wasn't and you guys fucked, he'd totally detail it back to Billy. "Man, she was on top of me. It was crazy, dude, she was so into it." Stu shook his head in a smug way. "Yeah, that usually happens when you have sex, you get into it." "Whatever, you get the point."

Probably both would do it on random surfaces, but two totally different stamina ranges. Stu probably could go all night and prefers not to, and Billy probably can and will go through the night until morning.

october 31, 1996 marked the seventh and final day of the recent murdering spree in woodsboro, california.

you were just an ordinary highschool student. well were, because that was how every horror story started. a senior, an academic weapon, and solitary—not out of alienation but out of the want for peace and quiet.

that was why when two masked figures broke into your house you had no one to call except the police. there was no boyfriend climbing through your window and not walking through the front door because your dad hated him, and there were no girl friends giggling in your bed, painting their nails with you, and gossiping.

no one to help.

luckily for you, it wasn't your life they wanted.

"get the fuck away from me!" you shouted, voice wavering slightly as you held one of your father's empty wine bottles and backed up until you bumped into the dresser in the living room. you'd cut yourself with it grabbing it, and you'd sworn the moment you had the killers in front of you had adopted a sort of... primal hunger or need for you.

"awww, don't be that way. look. I know this is... scary, but I'm not gonna hurt you. we're, not gonna hurt you." the left killer said. they were women you realized, and it confused you just long enough to be distracting and allow the one on the right to grab the bottle from you.

"yeah, that typically does throw people off. the whole female thing," she said, performing a flourish with the bottle before placing it on the kitchen island, "but anyway, we do have business with you—"

"very, very, important business with you," the other husked, the smile on her face audible in her voice.

fuck. two against one, and you'd just stupidly lost the only weapon nearby. maybe you could try and play the acceptance card? you'd play any card to get away from them.

and so you did.

"what kind of business?" you smiled sweetly, stood tall, and loosened your body. they detensed. you smiled wider.

good. it was working.

"well we've been watching you for a very," a step, "very," another, "long time." even through the mask you swore your eyes met hers.

"yeah? and why is that?" you asked cautiously.

instead of using her words, she pulled her mask off, revealing herself to be none other than nancy wheeler and kissing you. it was firm, but soft enough you could pull away. if you'd have wanted to.

the truth was, you'd had a crush on nancy wheeler and robin buckley since freshman year. nancy was far too popular for you to be comfortable just walking up to, and robin was always there on second then disappearing the next, and with the year being 1996 you knew nothing was going to happen. clearly, and thankfully, you were wrong.

"you weren't supposed to take that off, nancy," the killer who was still masked sighed. as if the universe had heard your wishes and personally took on the weight of making them come true, she too took the white ghastly expression off to reveal robin buckley in the flesh.

what was going on?

robin ruffled her hair a little bit, and you and nancy pulled away from each other to catch your breath.

you looked between them both, then looked at the floor, and let out a breath you didn't know you were holding.

"wow," you laughed in disbelief, "I thought you both were gonna kill me and, and you just kissed me."

it was silent for a moment.

"we said we weren't gonna hurt you," robin rolled her eyes despite the smile crawling onto her lips.

"exactly. just do a little bit of this." suddenly the pads of nancy's fingers were beneath your shirt and grazing your stomach. you shivered a little at how cold they were, but she only chuckled and pressed a kiss to your neck.

you weren't sure how because of the lust and adrenaline filled daze you'd been put in, but you'd ended up in your bedroom completely naked. robin kneeled at the foot of the bed with her hands prying your thighs open, and nancy was seated on your face.

"now, you want this right?" nancy asked firmly.

you nodded your head frantically.

"and you know what we're about to do?"

you nodded again, more eager.

"and you're feeling okay?"

god, why were they taking so long when all you wanted them to do was just fuck you?

"oh, we're eager, are we?"

you blinked. "did I say that out loud?"

as opposed to responding and chastising you with cruel words, they mutually decided that the best punishment for your impatience would be railing you so hard you saw stars.

as soon as robin licked up your cunt and nancy humped your face, you were crying out into the wet, creamy cunt of the girl above you.

"gosh, you're a natural." nancy moaned. meanwhile, robin grunted and groaned as she lapped up drop after drop of your slick, nosing up your pussy and brushing your clit every now and then.

every time she made a noise the vibration went straight to your core, and every time nancy ground down into you you swore she was the best thing you'd ever tasted.

despite how hard you'd been trying to, you didn't last forever and with a few suckles to your clit and "good girl"s from nancy you were practically screaming as you thrashed while your orgasm rammed into you.

like a chain reaction, nancy came too, her juices coating your entire face while robin kept licking and sucking and god she was so good.

"robin," you whined as she continued her assault on your clit even after the waves of pleasure from your orgasm subsided.

"fuck, gimme one more baby. I just wanna hear you scream one more time for me," she cooed. she was absolutely entranced by the way your sensitive bundle of nerves twitched every time she touched it, and how your pussy was leaking all over the sheets.