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jackass-lovemail · 2 years

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stu macher x afab reader (nsfw)

stu spits in yo mouth btw

warnings: nsfw, jealousy, possessiveness, toxic behavior, spit, dubcon elements, manipulation

no gendered pronouns used but you have female parts

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A sigh of frustration escaped you as you slammed your front door shut in your boyfriend's face. Stu followed you home after finding out you and Randy had been becoming better friends. you'd casually mentioned that Randy said he wanted to watch a movie with you, and Stu quickly became rather unreasonably upset.

"The fuck do you mean randy wants to 'watch a movie' with you?" there was almost a giggle in his voice as his blue eyes locked with yours. "you know, he's a total creep right?" you narrowed your eyes. "what do you mean? I literally just said you can join," you propped your head upon your hand. "besides, Randy has a crush on Sid, so I don't know why you're getting all weird."

The conversation had gotten more... heated, and it lead to you storming off, and Stu chased after you to plead. It wasn't like you had broken up with him or anything; you just didn't want to speak with him for a good few hours. this was actually your first argument - Stu was usually a sweet, but goofy guy that anybody could get along with. Now, Stu was banging on the door and calling out to you as you dropped your bag on the couch and flopped down on it, your limbs sprawled out as you stared up at the ceiling, trying to tune out the noise Stu was causing. Reaching over, you grabbed your bag and opened it, pulling your walkman and headphones out. With music, it'd be easier to ignore him.

You assumed he'd finally left when you glanced outside through a crack in the blinds and saw that he wasn't at your front door, much to your relief. You'd be talking to him about this, for sure. A part of you felt bad, he just wanted to sit down and talk but you weren't ready for it. You sauntered into your kitchen, lightly jigging to the beat of the song that was currently playing. You were so painfully unaware of the threatening presence behind you, lingering in the doorway that separated the living room and kitchen. Blue eyes pierced into the back of your head, watching as you reached up and opened the squeaking cabinet door in search of something to eat.

When you finally turned around you jumped back in surprise, your bottom hitting the counter. Ripping your headphones off and tossing them, along with your walkman onto the counter you glared holes into Stu. "What the fuck are you doing in here? How did you get in? Look, I'm sorry for acting like a bitch but I'm not ready to talk yet-" your words were cut short as Stu stepped forward, leaning over and placing his hands on the counter. You were trapped, forced to stare at him as he searched in your eyes for the answer to an unspoken question.

"Do you like Randy?"

What the fuck? Of course not, he's your friend; almost like a brother figure. You narrowed your eyes at him. Was Stu really this insecure about your feelings towards him? The way he was acting now had the said feelings wavering. "as a friend, yeah. I don't know why you have to get so... scared that I'm going to leave you for him."

To that Stu just scoffed and rolled his eyes. "I'm not scared, I just- I don't want you hanging around that fucking creep, do you get me? He's a fucking weirdo! -and really I don't even really care if you're 'just friends' because he's eventually going to try to take what's mine and it-"

He shut his mouth once he noticed your unnerved expression. "Excuse me?" your voice sounded agitated. That last phrase of his made you boil over. "So I'm your property now? Is that how our relationship is? If that's how it is, it's not going to work out, Stuart. I can hang around who I want when I want. I'm not your fucking object. Get the fuck out of my house or I'll get the authorities to take you out in the back of a cruiser," You went to shove his chest in hopes of making him stagger off but it did nothing, much to your surprise. One of his large hands came to wrap around your jaw forcing you to look up at him as he used his own body to press you further into the counter, his groin shamelessly rubbing against your own.

"Stu, what the fuck, let go of me!" You pleaded pitifully as you clawed at his hand, his grip tightening. You could feel his warm breath on your face, it reeked of fruity gum. He slowly leaned over so that his mouth was just next to your ear. You shivered at the sensation tickling your ear, combined with the prodding feeling of a growing hard-on against your center.

"You know Randy only calls you his friend in hopes of getting in your pants, right? Most of the guys just want to have you to ruin you... but not me, no. But you don't wanna see that," his unoccupied hand started sliding down your waist, teasing at the edge of your pants. "I'm the only one in this whole world who would ever treat you right, love you right... you need to be reminded." You grit your teeth and fought back tears. Who were you with right now? This isn't the Stu you know, the one you love. But you can't find the will to fight back. Stu might seem lanky from all the baggy clothes he wears daily but he can easily overpower you if he wanted. He'd picked you up like you were nothing multiple times before, not even breaking a sweat.

The blonde buried his face in your neck as he unbuttoned your bottoms, forcing them down. He muttered, "God, I've always wanted this. Ever since I saw you for the first time chatting up Tatum," before pressing a chaste kiss into the side of your neck and then coming back up to look at your face, grinning. "You look so cute right now, all scared like a little animal or something,"

You'd never done something with Stu before, hell, you'd never gotten really far with anyone before. You'd wanted to keep safe, the fear of things like STDs and pregnancy keeping you from even considering doing something further than making out and maybe grinding. But now you could feel yourself getting oddly excited from your boyfriend touching you in such intimate ways, despite the current situation.

The blondes large hand reached down to palm at your still clothed crotch. "I'll make you feel so good, babe, you'll forget all about our little disagreement, and that idiot Randy... please, I'll be real gentle..." he nuzzled into your neck again affectionately, his fingers focusing on your clit now, pressing slow, hard circles as you harshly sucked in a breath. "Stu, I... I don't know," his unoccupied hand made its way under your shirt and up your torso. "I don't wanna be on bad terms with you, just let me make up for it," he pushed your shirt up to expose your bra, his other hand still working your pearl as you fought back hushed groans. "I... guess I can let it slide... just for... right now. We'll talk about it after this."

You rid yourself of your top as Stu stops touching you, much to your displeasure, and lifts you up onto the counter, pressing is own mouth onto yours heatedly. His tongue forces itself into your mouth and you hesitantly welcome it, gripping onto his sides. He pulls away, leaving a thin line of spit between the two of you. "You're real pretty," his hands come up to fondle your breasts. He lets out a giggle. "These too." He quickly removed your bra to free your chest.

You hadn't experienced the feeling of your chest being really fondled before, not to mention your nipples getting played with. But the current feeling of your boyfriends big hands groping them and gently rubbing over the nubs was surprisingly good. "You know," he pinched one while keeping his eyes glued to your face. You jolted at the sensation, letting out a yelp. "you told me before that you hadn't gone far like this with anyone," He was asking why are you letting me have free reign over your body right now? without actually saying it. "w-well, because i tru-" trust? do you really trust him after he broke into your home and essentially talked you into submission? "...because i love you, and i'm willing to... try out a few things with someone i love." yes. that's what he wants to hear. deep down he doesn't really care if you trust him. If he can hear you say that you love him, and have you offer yourself to him, that itself is enough. He rids himself of his sweater, the fabric dropping to the floor with your own clothing. He presses his chest to yours as he sighs dreamily. "You really are perfect," he reaches down to unbutton his baggy jeans and push them down, exposing his boxers and lessening the pressure on his hard-on. He presses his face into your neck to mark you up with sucking and nipping, his hand going back down to toy at your underwear.

"Stu, please touch me... down there. I don't think I can wait anymore," you uttered out, breathless from his ministrations. He chuckled and his fingers moved into your underwear, teasingly circling around your clit again. "Have you ever been fingered? I don't think you have, From how other girls have acted I'd reckon it feels real nice," you spread your legs and let out a moan as he easily sunk a single finger in, your arousal serving as a lubricant. He starts pumping it in and out, gently curling it upwards as he looks down at your warm face, enjoying the sounds of your moaning over the wet sounds coming from your lower region. "You look so hot right now," he added a second finger and you bucked your hips, letting out a sharp yelp, your lips parted to pant. It felt like you were on fire as he curled his fingers up to rub against that one special spot inside of you. "Oh, Stu..."

The pace of his hand thrusting inside of you sped up and he grabbed you by the jaw to force you to meet his eyes. "You're mine. Remember that." A shaky breath, your eyes watering from how he's playing you like an instrument. Tears threaten to fall. "Nobody else can make you feel like this. Not Randy, not Billy, not Sid, not Tatum, not anyone. Other than me." His arm thrusting gets rough and sloppy, you wonder how he isn't tired yet. "You belong to me." he leans forward, face inches from yours as he uses your parted lips to his advantage and spits into your mouth while still harshly fingering you. You're unable to speak, either from pleasure or shock or a mix. The mucus sits on your tongue for a second until his lips crash onto yours, swallowing your moans with hard, open-mouthed kisses.

The knot in your stomach feels like it explodes as you let out one final sob, muffled by the kiss. You had been using your nails to dig into his shoulders, leaving crescent-shaped indents in his pale skin. He slowly removed his fingers and pulled away from you, looking down at his hand that had been covered in your fluids. Leaning against the wall while still sitting on the counter, you took a moment to catch your breath while pondering the rather... disturbing things he'd said. God, how had you managed to bag such a... possessive weirdo? Stu let out another laugh and you were snapped out of your thoughts as your eyes caught his own blue ones. "So you came." He lifted his soaked fingers and slipped them into his mouth, sucking on them and releasing with a pop, much to your dismay. "You sure are sweet."

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- ghost

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MATTHEW LILLARD as STU MACHER - SCREAM (1996)

#i love him

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hello, can i request tommy hewitt comforting a s/o with loss, specifically like walking in on them on a bad day, just a complete wreck and looking at old photos or items of the lost loved one? and just giving them the biggest, warmest, totally engulfed in this mans chest hug and just straight sobbing. y’all can add other slashers if you want as well and can keep it gender neutral, if others are going through the same. thank you for your time! 😊

hey anon, thank you for the request! I hope youre alright… this request was pretty upsetting, so im wishing you the best. :^( but i decided to do two of the Sinclair brothers for this one. - pierrot !!

(REQUEST) Slashers comforting their S/Os.

Thomas Hewitt

It was during the heat of the day and with the extreme amount of worrying Thomas was doing over your mental health, you had announced that sufficing in a quick break would do you the world of good. You could feel the gleam of stern approval above you from Thomas and you dug your heels into the ground, trudging back to the house. Thomas had pressured you into going back inside for a break more than he usually would have. Knowing that you had recently lost a loved one, he didn’t want you to overwork yourself. Distracting yourself may be one way you handle things, but pushing yourself to just was not a healthy interpretation for it.

Although you pleaded for him not to, Thomas took on your own chores as well as his own ones. He knew you couldn’t manage with the tasks you were undergoing today and he agreed to undertake your own load. Thomas knew he could handle it. He just wasn’t sure if you could. So being the protective boyfriend he is, he demanded you to go get some rest.

After a day that stretched out into forever, Thomas finally finished all of his tasks with the addition of the bundle of your personal chores. Treading home, he mentally prayed you were fast asleep, the long day getting to you and sleep ushering over your unconscious form. When he found you hunched over on the bed with a photo of the loved one you’ve recently lost tightened around your fist, he felt that worrying feeling evociate all over again.

Your eyes feebly ached over towards Thomas’s pitiful glance and you swallowed back the sob in your throat. ‘I’m sorry… I was just…- ‘ The cry in your throat was pushed out and you began to weep. Though Thomas had expected the tears and engulfed you in a warm hug, hushing your face into the crook of his neck. He wrapped himself around you, feeding you all the attention you deserved. Thomas understood how you felt exactly and was going to wait for you, even if it meant forever.

Vincent Sinclair

When Vincent had finally found you, he was surprised to see you in the basement out of all places. He knew you were going through something and he was going to be supportive in the ways you required that support. Though… he knew how uncomfortable the basement made you. Vincent lightly frowned, confused about your decision making until his brain had reminded him about your situation. He glanced down at your smaller form and decided that the best place to indulge in comfort was not here, but in his arms.

‘O-Oh, Vincent.’ You stuttered, alarmed by his sudden vague appearance. You could feel his glint of worry smother you like rocks and your head inched down to your arms, fleeing towards the feeling of comfort within your own skin. You held your sulking and tried to muster the determination to look at your boyfriend. It felt as if he was studying you, pondering when he should make his move and embrace you. Your teeth clamped and your jaw tensed, the sudden feeling of stupidity flushing over your face. Vincent noticed the tears threatening to spill from your eyes and he pounced, like a wild animal at his prey. He lifted you with no worries, your weight being nothing unordinary or unknown. Your face flushed and your hands gripped around his mass, embarrassed at the sudden action.

The smooth motion of the up-and-down feeling and the clamour from his footsteps with the repetitive noise of the thump, thump, thump made your eyelids feel heavy. All day, your focus was on the past and your certain loss. It was incredibly draining, and you felt unhappy. But, to spend time like this with Vincent helped improve that grief. Vincent’s eyes did not leave the top of your head. He felt your face snuggle into the warmth of his clothes and he caressed the top of your hair, soothing your unhappiness.

Bo Sinclair

‘(Name)! Cmere, (Name).’ Bo shouted, feeling astray from your presence. He knew about your situation and how much it had affected you. Bo had been through losses, not from people he could necessarily say he missed, but he understood the definitions of it all. Though, while he was away at work, his mind dwelled on your disappearance. Usually, you’d arrive during lunch to afternoon tea times, in your capacity some food he could chow down upon and you two would engage in some conversation. Though, today you had missed both times. Bo paced around the town, beginning to feel unsure about your withdrawal. He pulled at his fingers, racing around shop to shop to hopefully see you again. But, there was no success. Feeling the sudden idea of perhaps you had up and left him, the answer shot through his head like a bullet.

Jumping up almost instantly, he scrambled down to the chapel. As he arrived closer and closer to his destination, he started to moderate his movements. Creaking open the chapel’s door, his eyes met with the back of you, hunched over in the corner of the room. You were still focused on your own thoughts to even notice the noise. Bo had to restrict himself from startling you on purpose, and quickly slammed the chapel door to announce his presence. With a startled jump, you flung around, unsure of who made that bang.

‘Oh… it's just you.’ You sighed, glaring at your boyfriend. ‘Just me…? Wow, and I thought I was harsh…’ He joked, trying to be comedic. You didn't respond. Bo bit his lip, just realizing how hurt you actually were. He inched his way over towards you, shuffling his way through the rows of wax people. Finally, he flopped next to you, plastering himself next to your own. You stayed silent, mentally too tired to interrupt anything happening around you. Bo frowned and pulled an arm over your shoulder, trying to give you some support.

And slowly, you began to unravel yourself in front of him. Your eyes slipped tears and leaned into his chest, angry and upset teardrops staining his shirt. He didn’t mind. Bo was no good at affectionate words, but, to have you make yourself this vulnerable in front of him made him feel proud of his protective behavior. He cradled your back, rocking your figure up and down. ‘There, there sweetheart. Ain’t nobody gonna hear ya. Just me.’ He whispered, cuddling your mass even more.

#slasher x reader #slasher x s/o #slashers #bo sinclair #vincent sinclair x reader #bo sinclair x reader #thomas hewitt x reader #thomas hewitt #vincent sinclair #slashers imagine

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jackass-lovemail · 3 years

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shameless smut 💀like no plot at all jsut smut

a paulie smutfic for pierrot bc we got some wild ideas. sorry if this is kinda short

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A wistful sigh escaped your lips as you set your kitchen timer for an hour after carefully placing the food you'd been preparing into the oven and shutting it. You felt a twinge of regret as your stomach rumbled, you'd usually have dinner done by now. Your fingers dug into the handlebar of the stove as you hesitantly turned to glance at the clock sitting on the wall above the sink.

9:45 PM.

Paulie was going to be late again, as he had been for almost every day the past few weeks. You knew he'd been put under a lot of pressure regarding his work; it surely couldn't be easy. You worried greatly for him, he'd often time come home with alcohol on his breath, slowly eating the dinner you'd whipped up and going straight to bed, dragging you along with him. You were dragged out of your thoughts as the sound of the door opening alerted you. Shit, dinner wasn't done. He'd usually come home at around 10:40 these days, Why was he home early? Maybe his workload is getting easier, one would hope.

"Hey, Doll!" Paulie exclaimed as he rushed to give you a hug from behind, the faint smell of alcohol on his breath and lingering cigar smoke on his clothes as he leaned to give you a chaste kiss on the cheek. He'd probably had a beer or two with the boys earlier, it wasn't uncommon. You turned to face your lover and offered a smile. "Sorry, I just put dinner in... I expected you to be home later." There was a certain look in his eyes. He was tired, you could tell. Salieri had been overworking him, but he wouldn't say it. Anything to keep the boss happy. Something inside of you ached that he'd wear a fake smile to keep you from worrying. You raised your hands to his cheeks, pressing your own forehead to his. "Why don't you go take a shower, and then get dressed in something more comfortable? I promise dinner will be finished by the time you get out, knowing how long you are," you teased him, earning a genuine giggle from the man. "Well, actually," he stated, "I was thinking we do something a little more... fun?" you cocked an eyebrow, leaning your head back to look him in the eyes, a smirk tugging at your lips. "and what kind of fun would you have in mind, Mr. Lombardo?"

And with the tease of the formal title, leaned to hook the bottoms of your knees over his arm as he swept you off your feet, carrying you over to the couch as you clung onto his shoulders, his other arm around your torso protectively. You knew he wouldn't drop you but you hid your face in his chest anyways, fighting off a smile as he leaned and placed you down carefully on the couch in a sitting position. His knee sat in between your thighs, the skirt of your dress slowly riding up to reveal your bare thighs. "We have a bit of playtime before dinner's done, yeah? 'Bout an hour or so? Be a good girl until it's ready," He pressed another kiss onto your cheek and dragged it over onto your lips as his calloused hand sneakily traveled up your thigh. His other hand had been resting on the back of the sofa, just over your shoulder. You slid your arms around his neck as he forced his tongue into your mouth, the wet muscle probing your mouth.

You let out a short gasp as his large thumb had already found its spot on your panties, rubbing short, hard circles over your clit. You raised your arm to hold the back of your hand over your mouth, but Paulie firmly grabbed your wrist and pinned it to the back of the couch. "No, no, I want to hear what you sound like," He grinned as he leaned forward to catch another kiss, separating as he continued rubbing circles that earned him sweet, breathy moans. "That's it, atta girl."

Soon enough he stopped right as you were on edge. You gave him a glare as he hooked his thumbs through the sides of your underwear and pulled them down. A thin line of your lust connected yourself and your underwear, much to your embarrassment. Paulie just giggled like a child, using his finger to break the line. "Well isn't that cute!" He exclaimed before bringing the finger to his mouth, sucking on it gently while maintaining eye contact. "You shoulda told me how good you taste," He remarked before plunging two fingers into your heat. You squirmed at the sudden intrusion, sucking in a breath. Paulie started moving his hand at a steady pace, curling his fingers to hit your sweet spot. His hand fell into yours and you clutched it as he played you like an instrument, drawing out sounds he hadn't played in a while. Man, Paulies work really had taken a toll on your sex life with him. By now your dress had been pushed up, just below your chest. With his fingers still thrusting in, Paulie ripped his hand away from yours and pushed his hand under your dress, going straight for your breasts. He squeezed one gently, thumb rubbing over your already hardened nipple. "No bra? Were you expecting this?"

"Goddammit, Paulie. Just fuck me properly already," You groaned out, suddenly hyper-aware that you were spread out before a fully-clothed man, though an obvious erection poked through his pants. "-and, and take something off." You let out an irritated sigh as he pulled his fingers out of you, so painfully close to the edge. He'd been taking his time, that's for sure. You reached up and locked his lips in a kiss as you peeled his jacket off of him as he hurriedly took his tie off. Both dropped to the floor, left forgotten as he hoisted you up again and headed straight to the bedroom, kicking his shoes off on the way.

You did him a favor by unbuttoning your dress and fully removing it when you were dropped onto the chilly sheets of your shared bed. Warm hands grabbed your thighs and tugged you down towards the front of the bed, where Paulie stood. His brows furrowed as he unbuckled his belt, releasing the restriction on his groin. He leaned over you once again, bringing one of your legs up to rest on his shoulder as his chest pressed against yours. You took notice that he discarded his shirt, probably while you were working on getting your dress fully off. Your hands rested on his upper arms you were caged between, anticipating the burning sensation of him pushing in. "I love you, a lot, you know. I'm sorry we haven't been able to be really... intimate as of late," He suddenly announced, his eyes avoiding your own as his face turned a reddish tint. Chuckling, you brought one of your hands up to his warm cheek. "You don't have to be sorry, I know how it is at work... I'd be thankful to even see you for a minute every day, you know. I love you too," you captured him in another kiss he smiled into, and you let your hands run through that hair of his. (he'll complain later that it took so long to do even though you were about to shower, which would ruin it anyway.)

He slowly pushed in, careful as always. Your back arched and you let out a sharp breath, clenching your eyes shut as your hands found their positions back on his arms, clutching on for dear life. You were sure to find crescent-shaped marks on his arms later. His hand came up to clutch onto your knee, which was still over his shoulder. That left one of your own hands to fist at the bedding as he bottomed out, letting his head fall to rest on the bed next to your own, and released a sigh of relief. "Shit, I've been thinking about this all day," He raised his head back up to check for any signs of discomfort. When you gave him a nod he pulled back out, pushing back in before his manhood could slip out. Gradually the thrusts would get faster, and your sighs turned into hearty moans. Once he reached a steady pace he lifted the leg that hadn't been resting on his shoulder so he could clutch at your thigh. His deep brown eyes bore into the sight of you underneath him, sweating and panting and moaning like one of those shameless whores at the brothels. But you weren't a whore. Well, maybe for Paulie.

He picked up the pace of his thrusts and you started moving your hips to meet him halfway. Paulie took notice of this and his hands snaked up to your hips, forcing them down. You tried to glare at him, face still contorting from the sensations. He leaned down and whispered into your ear, "you'll take it how I give it, let me do the work."

It continued like that, with Paulie's large hands holding your hips down until he sped up, his thrusts getting sloppy and the familiar feeling of an impending orgasm approaching. With an arch of your back and a "Paulie, I'm coming!" you were over. Paulie followed not long after, stuttering hips coming to a stop as he groaned out your name, toppling over and interlocking his fingers with yours. He pulled out and rolled over, catching his breath next to you. He turned his head to look at you, a cocky smirk gracing his features.

"So, how about dinner?"

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- ghost

#mafia #mafia definitive edition #mafia 1 #paulie #paulie lombardo #paulie x reader #paulie lombardo x reader #nsfw #nsft #smut

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