#stuilly x reader

[whorrorfix]

boyfriends that kill together, stay together ♡

[hoe-for-hopper]

So Good For Us

Stu Macher x Fem!Reader x Billy Loomis

WARNINGS: SMUT. SMUT. SMUT. Unprotected piv, oral (f receiving), rough sex, I guess?

Word Count: 1125

Summary: Idk okay, this is just pure Stuilly filth. No plot, just vibes.

A/N: ending is a little rough, whatever, still hot.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~SMUT BELOW THE CUT~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A gory movie is playing on TV as you rest your head on Stu’s lap and slowly circle the bulge under his sweats. He’s rubbing one hand on your shoulder and the other making its way in between your cleavage. Billy is paying no attention to the both of you as he sits in the chair opposite you, his eyes fixated on the large screen.

Billy is transfixed by the movie and doesn’t notice when Stu pulls you onto his lap. Back pressed against the large man’s chest, he drags his fingers down to your folds, you’re already dripping. “No underwear? Dirty girl.” He whispers into your ear. 

The other man still hasn’t noticed when you let out a low breath as Stu caresses your sensitive bud while pulling your top down with his other hand. Reaching behind you and turning your head, you grab his neck and pull him down to your lips. He nips at your bottom lip before moving to suck a mark onto your neck eliciting a loud moan.

Billy turns his head, as if finally noticing what you and Stu are up to. He arches an eyebrow before leaning back in his chair and folding his arms to watch you. He watches Stu’s long fingers slowly dip into you as his other hand tweaks your nipple. He stares silently as you lean your head back against Stu’s shoulder, pulling his mouth back to your neck.

Stu inserts another finger and pumps faster, curling them to reach your most sensitive spot. He says over your moans, “She’s so wet, Billy. Come feel.”

The other man shakes his head, “I was trying to watch a movie.” But he’s still watching his best friend's fingers move in and out of you. Your eyes shut and mouth open in a moan.

“You sure you don’t want a taste?” Stu is licking a stripe up to your ear as you grip the back of his neck tighter. You open your eyes just in time to see Billy give a nod before motioning for Stu to bring you to him. 

Stu removes his fingers from your hole and you’re left feeling empty. He slides his arms below your legs, gripping your thighs and lifting you up, back still pressed against his chest. He walks you over to where the other man is still sitting and Billy lifts your skirt and leans forward to attach his mouth to your core. 

Throwing your head back on Stu’s shoulder, you let out a long moan. Billy is dragging it out, licking slowly up and down your folds. You’re desperate for more friction, more roughness, but he’s teasing you with just the tip of his tongue. “More, Billy.” You’re pleading and he glances up at you before inserting two fingers while he sucks at your clit. His fingers pumping in and out of you, you feel yourself clenching trying to hold off your orgasm. 

Stu can feel your body tensing, “Let go, baby. Cum on his fingers.” He’s gripping your thighs so tightly, you can practically feel the bruises already forming. “That’s it, good girl.” He kisses the top of your head as Billy removes his fingers and leans back into the chair.

Stu sits back down on the couch, still holding you to his chest before leaning you forward so he can pull his sweats and underwear down to his knees. He pulls you back before lining himself up and pushing you to slide down on him. He doesn’t give you any time to adjust to him before bucking up into you, gripping your hips tightly. 

You grip his knees as you moan out his name. He looks around your shoulder to Billy and pulls your head up by your hair making you face the other man. Your eyes are locked with Billy’s as you watch him pull down his own sweats and stroke his cock, a bead of liquid on the tip. He doesn’t glance away from your eyes as you continue to utter Stu’s name. “Feel good? You like the way Stu is fucking you?” You nod and he gets up to stand before you, lightly patting your face, “Words.”

You look up at him, his gaze penetrating you. “Yes.” You choke out, out of breath from Stu relentlessly pounding into you. Billy kneels down to lick your peaked nipple, still stroking himself, Stu’s hand reaching up to pinch the other one.

Stu is panting beneath you, out of breath from the intensity with which he thrusts in and out of you. You know he’s probably not going to last much longer with the way his movements grow faster, more erratic, his hands gripping you harder.

Without breaking eye contact, Billy moves back to the chair, still moving his hand up and down his length. Watching you as you come undone on Stu once more. “You’re taking him so well, baby. Always so eager for us.” 

Stu follows close behind you, painting your walls with thick ropes of cum. His mouth nipping at your neck, hands moving to wrap under your thighs once more, he walks you over to Billy, setting you on the other man’s lap. Billy moves his hands to grip your ass, lifting you up to thrust himself into you. Rougher than Stu, he fucks into you at a faster pace. Moving his hands to your chest.

Now Stu is the one watching, sitting on the couch watching you bounce up and down as he redresses himself. 

Billy moves to yank your skirt up to your stomach, giving him access to rub your clit. You’re overstimulated in every sense. Stu’s liquid mixed with your own, seeps onto Billy’s length. Not letting up, he fucks into you almost forcing you to cum again. 

You try to lean into his chest as you feel another orgasm wash over you, but Billy moves the hand circling your clit and pushes your chest back up. “No. Take it.” Billy is the rougher of the two, always needing to feel control over you. 

His hand finds your hair to pull your head back and he leans forward giving you a rough bite to your neck. You feel his cock twitch as he fills you. 

Pulling your skirt back down, he picks you up and places you back on Stu’s lap. The other man pulling you in to cradle you against his chest. 

Pulling his clothing back up, Billy sits back down in the chair, “I’m finishing the movie.”

You’re out of breath and exhausted from being passed between the two of them. You curl into Stu, head resting in the crook of his neck, he traces circles on your back as you fall asleep. 

“Always so good for us.”

[softfem-dom]

*slides a crisp $20 bill across the table*

Can you please do scream hybrid au

HELL YEAH HONEY OF COURSE I DAMN CAN 😍 just give me a hot minute to search for the animals that would suit them the most (stu is definetely a raccoon or some shit like that)

[kining-the-evil]

I have multiple stu x reader x Billy aus in my head and I’m thinking about making some mood boards about them. Would that interest anyone?

[screamiac]

(AFAB reader)

Y/N throwing themselves onto the bed : I have cramps.

Slasher, lowkey flirting : You know what could help with that?

Y/N, dramatically, face buried into a pillow : Killing myse-

Slasher : nO-

[redcoralpot]

Eleganti - Poly!Stuilly x FTM!Reader

If you saw this before it was reposted, no you didn't.

Warnings: Implied internalized homophobia.

Summary: The heat has managed to affect all of you, and the only solution? A date at Stu's house with a dash of nail polish. You're sure they were both thrilled.

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The summer heat truly had gotten to the three of you, with not even a cool breeze to give you relief. Rich boy Stu Macher’s parents were away for the weekend, again, which left his house the ideal place to take shelter in. If you had to be honest, you did not mind the temperature– kind of. The bottles of nail polish in your bag clinked together as you walked up the stairs; you knew Billy would be able to sit still long enough for it to dry. Stu, on the other hand, you weren’t so sure of. Not without heat and plenty of air flow.

Speaking of the devil, Billy glanced up from his book as you creaked the door open, leisurely spread on Stu’s bed. He raised an eyebrow at your appearance, before going back to reading, shifting a little to the side so you had more room to sit down. A smug grin slowly spread over your lips as you set your backpack down on the bed and unzipped it, making a show of the little, colorful bottles you displayed inside. You scooched beside it, and after setting down a towel in front of you, cracked open the first container.

Seeming to catch the smell, Billy spoke up, “Nail polish?”

“Yeah, want some?” He watched as you meticulously picked the colors you wanted, his mouth pursing.

“Not right now.”

You shrugged, applying a lavender base to your fingernails, “Suit yourself!”

Your hand flinched as the door was shoved open, smearing the liquid down your skin, only to be greeted by the eccentric figure of Stu. Upon seeing the predicament he caused, he bounced his shoulders and held up his hands beside his head, with an exaggerated frown. 

“Uh… whoops!”

He sauntered over, pressing his face into your shoulder. In response, you slapped the towel onto his face after wiping the spilled polish on the material. Stu grumbled something; it was ineligible. 

It eventually slid off on its own, with a little help from the teen shaking his head, “Suffocate me, why don’t you?”

Chuckling, you said, “You were the one who made me mess up, tough guy.”

“I totally meant for that to happen.” He slipped his arm over you, hanging like a sloth.

“If you meant it, then you have to be my test subject!”

Stu made a noise, contemplating. You wouldn’t force him to wear it, of course, but it was funny threatening something so harmless anyway. After just a few seconds, you felt the weight on your back release; Stu had moved in favor of shoving your bag into Billy to make space for himself. Then, the noodle of a guy flopped across from you, sitting criss-crossed with the most shit eating grin you have ever seen. Billy scowled at the rough treatment, but the expression was covered by the other’s knee.

He leaned forward, “Gimme orange.”

“Good choice!”

To prevent smearing, you blew on your covered nails as best you could, before bright orange coated the tiny brush in your hand. Stu seemed giddy as you took his hand, peering down, applying the cool liquid with precision. It was such a contrast to what his hand felt like; rough and as warm as a furnace. In the corner of your eye, you could see Billy’s eyes watching over Stu’s jeans, his book long forgotten. Finally, you finished, and allowed the fidgety boy to hold up his palms. His eyes were wide as he admired your handiwork, flexing his fingers with pride.

Stu tapped the top of Billy’s head with his elbow, “Hey, dude, want some of this?”

“Hm.”

“C’mon—”

“Black.”

You snickered, “I knew you’d crack.”

Billy rolled his eyes and leaned on Stu, holding out a hand. He shivered when you made a slight mistake, and gave you an unimpressed look as you fixed it with the edge of your towel. You could only complete one hand before he stopped you.

“Look who’s gonna be Cruella this Halloween!” Stu sneered, poking the other’s nose.

“Hey, hey, it’s nothing to be ashamed of.” You shut the bottle, carefully sealing them all back in your bag, “Fuddy duddy William could be making a new trend.”

“Never call me that again. Is this enough for you two?”

Stu cocked his head, “Lemme think… nope.”

You stretched your body out, setting your belongings on the ground. Opening Stu’s own closet, you ran your fingers over the variety of shirts and robes the guy had. In the very back, there was a band shirt, obviously too small for Stu; he grew out of it by the time he was sixteen. You held it out, studying it, before shrugging and taking it off the hanger. Your shirt flew over your head and smacked Stu in the face, but the air soothed the sweat that was gathering under your double sport bras, at least for a moment. Then, the newer shirt covered everything back up, and the dark material banned anyone from clocking the extra layers underneath.

“Why don’t we go out for ice cream?” you suggested.

Stu pumped his fist, even though your shirt was still clinging to his body. Billy shook his head, a little smile playing on his lips when Stu ran out the door, presumably to get his car keys. You, on the other hand, hesitated when you saw a shadow underneath the shirt, where your chest lay. The only other boy left in the room must have caught on, because you felt a passing hand on your shoulder and a whisper in your ear.

“You look fine, it’s normal.”

He met your gaze. However, someone was getting impatient, as a muffled shout rang through the closed window, “Coming? I’m totally getting pistachio this time, and you gotta be here to see me try it!”

-

[mattey-stu]

Fuck romeo and juliet.I want what these bitches have.

[phefics]

An idea: poly!ghostface- the boys are out about to go after a victim when they find they’re missing something/something broken (the phone isn’t working or their voice changer doesn’t have batteries whatever you want is totally cool!)

They realize- afab!reader the needy little whore did it on purpose so they’d have to come home to her and give her attention like they don’t give her attention 99% of the time.

Which of course they do and they are very very grumpy angy bois. All like “oh you missed us you wanted our attention you know you’d get it when we came home but you had to ruin our game and now we gotta take our energy and anger out somehow”

Followed by some smutty degradation, spanking/punishment, good ole fashion filth lol

Side note i think you have one of the easiest to understand request rules idk some people just make them complicated but yours is great!

needy little whore

ship: billy loomis x fem!reader x stu macher summary: exactly what the ask above says!! :) warnings: degradtion, spanking, a bit of knifeplay, rough/unprotected sex, face-fucking word count: 1.3k

You knew that you were asking for trouble, but desperate times called for desperate measures.

It wasn’t that Billy and Stu weren’t giving you enough attention. In fact, to the average person, they would be considered abnormally clingy. It didn’t bother you, though, because you were the same way.

You would have survived one night without them, but you were feeling mischievous that night. You wanted to piss them off so that they’d take it out on you, because angry sex with Billy and Stu was a whole new level of adrenaline.

So, you stole the batteries out of their voice changer, and then hid all the other batteries in the house. You weren’t stupid: You knew the reason they wouldn’t be hanging at Stu’s tonight, and you didn’t mind that as much as you minded their attention being elsewhere.

Since Stu’s family was rarely home, you would often hang out there even when Stu wasn’t around. He didn’t care, and had even given you a spare key.

You watched the two boys head out the door, black backpacks surely stuffed with everything they’d need to carry out a brutal crime.

You popped in a VHS of Nightmare on Elm Street, then made yourself comfortable on the couch, wearing the most revealing pajamas you had. You had seen the way the boys looked at you before they left, and smirked to yourself.

You only made it about twenty minutes into the movie before you heard a car pull into the driveway outside. Anticipation built inside you, but you stayed put, looking innocent as ever as Billy and Stu burst through the front door, both looking absolutely pissed.

“What did you do?” Billy demanded.

You looked up at him with your sweetest expression. “What do you mean?”

“Don’t play stupid, Y/N,” Stu said. “You’re fuckin’ lucky we tested the thing first.”

“You trying to get us caught?” Billy asked, grabbing your wrist and pulling you up from the couch. “You know we can’t fuck you if we’re in jail, right? Is that what you want?”

You shook your head. “No, of course not—”

“Ruining our game just cause you wanna get fucked, huh?” Stu said, closing in behind you. You were trapped between them now, Billy still holding your wrist as Stu pressed himself against your ass; he was already hard, and you bit back a moan at the realization.

“I just—”

“Couldn’t wait til we got home?” Billy smirked, his voice dripping with mock sympathy. “You would have gotten what you wanted later, but the needy whole just couldn’t wait.”

Stu gripped your hips from behind, breathing against your ear. “Well, we gotta get our energy out somehow. But now it’s all gonna be focused on you, baby. We’re gonna fuckin’ destroy you.”

You whimpered as they manhandled you back onto the couch, the film still playing in the background.

“Look at these slutty clothes,” Billy practically purred. “Barely covering anything…”

Stu pulled a knife from the bag he’d been carrying, the blade glinting in the light. “Bet you won’t mind if we take ‘em off,” he said, using the sharp blade to cut the strap of your top, then doing the same to the other side.

You opened your mouth to protest, but Billy stroked your hair and whispered, “We’ll buy you somethin’ even prettier, m’kay?”

Before you could offer a response, he shoved his fingers into your mouth, and you sucked on them reflexively, making him chuckle.

“Such a fucking slut,” he said.

Stu pulled the remnants of your tattered clothes off, leaving you naked as Billy pulled his hand back, admiring the strings of spit on his fingers before licking it off. He and Stu were completely fucking depraved, and it turned you on more than you could handle.

You were quickly pushed onto all fours on the couch, and you could barely contain your excitement at the idea of them fucking you. But that was wishful thinking. Instead, a hand came down on your ass with a hard slap! making you yelp.

You turned your head to see that it was Stu who had hit you, and you pouted at him.

“Oh, don’t give me that pathetic face,” he said. “You thought we were just gonna give you what you wanted after that? Not a chance, baby. We gotta punish you first.”

He laughed as you whined in response, clearly enjoying your frustration.

They took turns spanking you, slapping your ass without mercy.

“Count them,” Billy had ordered.

Each number left your mouth between pained groans and squeaks, stuttering over nine and eleven and thirteen, but when they hit twenty, they stopped, apparently satisfied with your teary face and marked-up ass.

“Think we should give the whore what she wants?” Stu asked.

Billy hummed, considering it. “I doubt she learned her lesson, but I wanna fuck her too bad to care right now.”

“Agreed,” Stu said, and you stayed on your knees as the two of them stripped out of their clothes hurriedly, bickering about who was going to take what place.

“You always get to fuck her, let me—”

“Her mouth is just as good—”

“Do I get a say in this?” you asked.

“No,” the boys replied, grinning at their synchronized speech.

You couldn’t help but giggle as you watched them play a rigorous game of rock-paper-scissors for who got to fuck you, and your laugh only grew when Stu won, and Billy flipped him off.

Some nights they would take turns, but after the spanking that they’d given you, they were gracious enough to not push your limits too far.

You were already wet, but Stu took some time playing with your pussy, fingers fumbling through your folds to rub at your clit, and you bucked your hips uselessly, moaning at his touch.

Billy walked to the other end of the couch, grabbing you by your hair and smirking down at you. “You gonna let me fuck your throat, slut?” he asked.

You nodded, opening your mouth for him without needing to be asked. He chuckled at your obedience, and wasted no time in pushing his cock between your lips.

As he did so, Stu was lining himself up with your entrance, his grip impossibly tight on your hips and he entered you, slow at first, before immediately picking up the pace, snapping his hips rhythmically. Every time he thrust forward, it made Billy’s dick go further into your mouth, and the sounds of their moaning filled your ears as they used you like the needy whore you were.

Your eyes teared as you focused on breathing through your nose amidst the pleasure of Stu’s cock inside you. Before you met them, you could never cum from penetration, but both Billy and Stu had a way of fucking you so good, rough just like you wanted, that it had become more common for you to orgasm from it.

“So fuckin’ hot,” Billy murmured, almost to himself. “Perfect fuckin’ mouth.”

“Such a slut,” Stu added. “Taking us both at once. Gettin’ off on it, too.”

You whined at their words, floating from the mixture of praise and degradation.

Stu came first, and Billy followed shortly after, and the three of you collapsed onto the couch together, sweaty and tired.

Stu leaned over to you and kissed you, his tongue slipping into your mouth. You had a suspicion it was partly so that he could taste Billy’s cum, but you kissed him back anyway.

“Get a room,” Billy joked, making Stu giggle.

Nightmare on Elm Street was almost over, and you were sticky and exhausted.

“You wanna get cleaned up, baby?” Stu asked.

You nodded, and before you could say anything, he was carefully leading you to the bathroom, his arms supporting the majority of your weight.

Billy went upstairs to grab you some clothes to borrow—a pair of his pajama pants, and one of Stu’s t-shirts. It was all too big on you, but it was comfortable and smelt like them.

You fell asleep to the sound of Billy and Stu planning another night to carry out the plan that you’d ruined. Maybe next time you’d take the burner phones off their chargers.

[idle-teen28]

everytime i rewatch scream i always wonder what was stu's reaction to tatums murder, like when Billy told him that he killed her did he go like "rip tate she was a hottie but she was kinda gay to sidney and probs didn't luv me so thx bill i actually had a crush on u let's kill the other lesbi-love bird" or did he go "k"?

[whorrorfix]

if i survived a slasher it’s because i fucked him

[hoe-for-hopper]

Where's Billy?

Stu Macher x Fem!Reader x Billy Loomis

WARNINGS: SMUT (obviously), Unprotected piv, oral (m receiving), like a couple mentions of a knife.

Word Count: 1.7k

Summary: I'm bad at summaries, okay. But honestly, hardly any plot. You know me, No Plot, Just Vibes. Party at Stu's...smut.

A/N: I lowkey hate this lmao. Like I actually hate it. It wasn't what I had in mind, and by the time I got time to actually sit down and write, I had no motivation to write. :( Maybe you'll like it, but if you don't I AM SO SORRY.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~SMUT BELOW THE CUT~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The downstairs level of Stu’s house is crowded with people. A horror movie is playing on tv, thanks to Randy, but Stu is also playing music from another speaker system in a different room. You find yourself alone for the first time all night, neither Billy nor Stu glued to your side for once and you head to the bathroom to try to take a break from all of the noise, but of course someone was in there.

Throwing your head back in a groan, you started making your way to the garage for another beer. But before you could reach the door, Stu stepped in front of you, his hand held out with his palm facing you. “I don’t think you want to go in there right now, sweetheart.”

Rolling your eyes, you try to sidestep him, but his arm darts out to stop you. “And why is that?”

“No reason. Just don’t want you to miss out on any fun.” His mouth turns into a wide grin before he sticks his tongue out. He grabs your shoulders to spin you around, his arms moving down to circle around your waist, slowly moving you forward. “Come on, baby, let’s get back to the party.”

Stu leads you into the living room where Randy is animatedly explaining the “rules” of horror movies to everyone sitting on the couch and standing around the rest of the room.

Your eyes scan the backs of heads. Twisting your body to turn your head up to Stu you ask, “Where’s Billy?”

“Probably in the bathroom.” Stu snuzzles his mouth to your neck, his hands lowering to your hips. “What do you say we kick all these losers out?”

You stand on your toes, still not quite tall enough to whisper into his ear, “I’d say it would be a great idea.”

Stu kisses the top of your head before turning you around, “Go hangout for a minute, I’m gonna find Billy.”

You take a seat on the arm of the couch closest to Randy and listen to him explain how not to die in a horror movie. It feels like Randy has been talking forever and as much as you actually do enjoy listening to him, you’re ready to spend alone time with Billy and Stu. 

Finally, you hear the music stop from the other room before Stu returns and begins ushering everyone out.

“Hey man, make sure you return that tape on time, okay? Seriously, don’t be late again.” Randy tells Stu as he’s the last to leave.

“Uh huh. Yeah. Will do, buddy.” Stu practically shoves him out the door before closing and locking it. He turns to you and says, “You ready to finish the movie, baby?” You nod your head as you follow Stu back towards the living room.

You know you’re not actually going to finish the movie, Stu definitely has other plans with the way he’s had his hands all over you for most of the night. He plops down on the couch and you sit next to him, but he grabs your leg and pulls you into his lap. He trails kisses from your forehead to your chest, his hands roaming from your waist to your ass. 

Pulling back, you ask, “Okay, seriously, where is Billy?”

Stu rolls his eyes and nips at your neck, “Probably grabbing a beer.”

He doesn’t give you much time to think about his answer as he continues kissing your chest. “Take these off.” He snaps the waistband of your underwear against your hip and as you stand, he holds your skirt up for you to pull them down. You start moving to take your skirt off too, but Stu stops you. “I think Billy would want you to keep that on.” He pulls you back into his lap, lifting your shirt over your head. 

You don’t hear Billy come in, but you feel as he unhooks your bra from behind you, “Why didn’t you wait for me?” There’s a dark edge to his voice.

Stu pulls your bra off the rest of the way before answering, “Sorry man, just couldn’t help it.” In one swift motion Billy sits next to Stu and pulls you onto his own lap. “What the hell, man?!”

Mockingly, Billy says, “Sorry man, just couldn’t help it.” His mouth is on yours as he scoots you back and unzips his jeans, pulling them down just enough and you can feel his length graze against your core as he rocks your hips forward. “Thanks for getting her ready for me.” 

“Whatever.” You can hear Stu standing up and undressing. 

You’re about to ask Billy where he’s been, but he shoves himself inside of you without warning and you moan against his mouth instead. His hands are on your ass helping you lift yourself up and down. Your head drops down to his shoulder and one of his hands move to the back of your neck, pulling you back to look at him. “Look at me, baby.” Billy stares into your eyes as he pumps in and out of you. His head gives a subtle nod and then you’re left feeling empty as he lifts you off of him.

Stu picks you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as he thrusts into you. Your grip tightens around Stu’s neck as he walks, still inside of you, up the stairs and towards his bedroom. As soon as you enter the room, Stu is placing you gently on the bed before crawling in next to you.

“Billy, where were you?” You ask as he crawls on top of you, one hand laced through your hair, the other on your hip.

He kisses your forehead, then your neck before answering. “I was just getting a beer, baby.” You didn’t notice whether or not Billy had a beer when he’d entered the living room, but then again you’d been busy with Stu. But what had taken him so long? The beer was just in the garage and there were even a few in the refrigerator in the kitchen. 

Before you could think too hard about it, Stu is pushing Billy off of you and pulling you back onto his lap. “Come on, Billy. Don’t you think you’ve had enough fun for the night?” With his back leaning against the bed frame, Stu pushes you up and lines himself up with your entrance. His hands find your nipples and he grazes his thumb over them as he thrusts up into you. Your head falling forward as you moan into Stu’s ear. “You should feel her, man. She’s so wet.” 

The bed shifts as Billy kneels beside you, reaching one hand down to rub circles over your clit, Stu holding your skirt up with one hand. You can feel your climax approaching and your moans become louder. Stu senses this, “She’s gonna cum, Billy.” Billy puts more pressure on your clit as Stu fucks into you harder. Billy’s other hand grabs your chin, turning your head so you’re facing him as you gush around Stu.

“My turn.” Billy’s eyes are on yours as he pulls you off of Stu and positions you on all fours. “You ready, baby?” 

You nod your head yes, but Billy grabs your hair and pulls signaling you to use your words. “Yes.”

Without giving you time to come down from your climax, Billy pushes into you, thrusting hard, his hands gripping your hips so hard that it would hurt if you weren’t so turned on. “Fuck.” 

Stu moves to your front, tapping the head of his cock against your lips. His head falls back as you open your mouth to let him in. Both men are thrusting into you, Billy’s hands on your hips and Stu’s in your hair.

You moan around Stu’s cock as Billy fucks into you rougher than before, his tumbs digging into the dimples of your back. One of Billy’s hands leaves your hips, looking up at Stu you see an excitement in his eyes that wasn’t there before. Billy slows his thrusts as you feel the fabric of your skirt fall away and then cold metal against your back. You try to turn, but Stu holds your head and continues thrusting into your mouth.

You can feel Stu’s cock pulse once then twice before he releases himself into your mouth. “Swallow.” He pulls out and wipes the drool from your chin. You swallow as best you can while Billy pounds into you. 

“Show Stu you swallowed.” Billy moves his hand from your hips and grabs your hair to pull your head up so you’re looking at Stu. Opening your mouth, you stick out your tongue. “Good girl.” 

Your second orgasm builds and you clench around Billy’s cock making him fuck into harder.

Stu leans back against the bedframe watching as his friend pounds into you, the cold metal still touching your back, pushing against you harder as Billy’s thrusts grow more erratic. “I’m gonna come, baby, inside you, okay?” You can only nod your head yes as Billy thrusts once more and he fills you with warm liquid. 

Stu pulls you towards him, placing your head on his chest as you hear the clink of something being set on the nightstand. Stu holds your head in place so you’re not able to see as Billy crawls into bed on your other side. He throws his arm around you and plants kisses down the back of your neck, Stu drawing circles on your chest.

You grind your ass into Billy’s length and plant sloppy kisses to the side of Stu’s mouth. “Billy, I think she’s ready for round two.” Stu laughs.

Stu turns you over and pulls you into him while you give the same sloppy kisses to Billy. Stu’s hand reaches around to your front and he runs his fingers through your folds feeling Billy’s warmth mixed with your own seep out of you. “I want both of you this time.”

Billy is laughing as he pulls you up on top of him with Stu positioning himself behind you, holding onto your hips as Billy rubs circles over your peaked nipples. Stu helps to hold you up as Billy lines himself up with your entrance and pushes into you.

You can hear Stu opening a bottle of lube and massaging it onto himself before entering your ass. You moan as you throw your head back onto Stu’s shoulder. As you open your eyes, you see the glint of silver metal on the nightstand. It takes a second to register, but then you ask, “Billy, why is there a knife on the nightstand?”

[emmalandry]

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𝕂𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕥𝕠𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝔻𝕒𝕪 𝟡 ~ 𝔻𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 ℙ𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟

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Having your boyfriends tell you they finally want to try something new but they're not sure your little body can handle it. ;(

You swear up and down that you're a big girl and can take whatever they dish out to you in bed. But now here you are, cockdrunk and sobbing as their cocks pound in and out of your pussy at the same time.

You feel so full, it's a sensation you've never felt before. Your pussy is practically weeping at the stretch as you babble and mewl as drool rolls out of the sides of your mouth.

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SORRY, THIS ONES SO SHORT I DIDN'T REALLY HAVE TIME TO WRITE THIS ONE MWAH MWAH!

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[babybatsunite]

I want Stu Macher to fuck me until i fucking pass out

[screamiac]

(Tate and stu aren't dating)

Tatum : Why do you pay for their nails anyway? Can't they do that themselves?

Stu : I pay for 'em cuz they're gonna be around my di-

Randy : WE GET IT.

[redcoralpot]

Masterlist (Remade!!):

The Walking Dead:

Acula - Daryl Dixon x M! Reader

Poker Face - Glenn Rhee x M! Reader (18+)

Dead Man Walking - Daryl Dixon x Walker M! Reader

Acula (2) - Daryl Dixon x M! Reader

Attentu - Daryl Dixon x FTM! Reader

Isulari - Daryl Dixon x M! Reader (Drabble)

Left to my Own Devices - Glenn Rhee x M! Reader

Sally Face:

Before the Wave Hits - Sal Fisher x Scarred M! Reader

Spider-Man:

Crack Me Down - Peter Parker (TASM2) x FTM! Reader (18+)

Diary of a Wimpy Kid:

Smudged - Rodrick Heffley x FTM! Reader

Five Nights at Freddy's:

U Malatu - Mike Schmidt x M! Reader (18+)

Sub! William Afton Thoughts

Tougher Than Nails - Mike Schmidt x Cowboy M! Reader (18+)

SCREAM:

Eleganti - Stuilly x FTM! Reader

Ruined Man - Stu Macher x M! Reader (18+)

Stuilly Thoughts (18+)

[pumpk1n-writes]

Tell Me About The Dark Places You Hide ~ Part Six

➥ in which the reader figures out that their best friends are the infamous Woodsboro Killers and decides to help them rather than turn them in. {ft. Mentions of murder; language; stalking; mentions of the stuff in part four; Billy being an idiot and Stu being an even bigger idiot}

Part Five; | Part Seven || Word Count ~ 1.1K words

Taglist ~ @wasawattpadkid @katie-tibo @laurajmcmanus @sparklyphantom @minkyungseokie @misscaller06 @juda-the-simp @severuslovebot @asdorlia @billysbae @lilac-fangirl

A/N ~ So so so sorry this one took so long!! I’ve been super busy with theater and Easter and everything!!! Also, more Stu (and Stuilly) in the coming chapters!

You set the last plate on the table and checked the time. The clock showed that it was just after ten in the evening, and you smiled to yourself. Soon. You knew with absolute certainty that as soon as Billy told Stu of your. . . encounter, he would drag the brunette out here in the middle of the night to “investigate” the newest member of their little team.

Your phone rung, and you hurried over to it, picking up and looking out the window for a glimpse of the Ghostface mask. “Hello?”

The familiar voice changer spoke into your ear, except the inflection and even the voice under it was slightly different. “Are you alone in the house?”

“Yep!” You responded cheerily, confusing Stu. This wasn’t the dark, sexy lady that Billy had described you as. “And Stu?”

“Huh?” He moved the phone away from his ear, glaring at Billy’s ‘I told you so’ look.

“You should leave Billy to the calling, you’re kind of obvious.”

That one caught Billy off guard too this time. Stu began to speak, but you cut him off before he could get more than a few words out. “Hurry! I left the back door unlocked, dinner’s getting cold.”

Stu shot Billy a look, who just shrugged. The extent of your strangeness was unknown to both of the boys. Slowly, they crept out of their bush and stalked over the scantly covered lawn up to your window. They watched the dining room for a few moments, waiting for you to reappear from wherever you’d gone.

Inside the house, you slipped a knife up the concealed sheath in your sleeve and a smaller blade into your boot. You looked over yourself in the bathroom mirror, inspecting your body for any lumps or odd angles that would reveal your weaponry. You slid two more knives in various other hidden pockets before looking over yourself one more time and stepping out of the bathroom. You saw the reflection of Billy and Stu’s faces in the window and chuckled to yourself, pretending to not notice them and dishing out food.

The boys peered through the window for a few moments, watching you dish out a combination of mashed potatoes and Salisbury steak. Soon enough, Stu stood up, dragging Billy along with him.

“I’m starving, let’s go introduce ourselves!” Stu said happily.

Billy glowered at the taller boy. “I’m staying out here. You go stuff yourself.”

Stu winked. “Hopefully I’m not the only one getting stuffed.”

Billy hit him and moved towards the back door. “Please refrain from saying anything like that in there, you creep.”

“Don’t deny you love me, Bill-Bill.”

Billy grumbled something under his breath and opened the door, stepping through the threshold. He shivered at the memories that flooded through his mind. The memory of his own whimpers filled his ears and he avoided your gaze, wishing he’d brought his costume like Stu had. He’d feel so much confident about this meeting if he was behind the mask.

“You guys finally came in!” Your sweet, honeyed voice rang out and Billy looked around frantically for you. Stu’s startled yelp caused him to whip around, only to see Stu’s bewildered face staring back at him — without the mask. It lay on the ground, in the exact same place as Billy’s was discarded last night.

You shepherded both the boys to the table, in front of plates of heaping food. “Come on now, Stu! Hasn’t anyone taught you any manners?” Stu didn’t miss the familiar look in your eyes that anyone else would miss. Any sanity you had was safely locked up in the back of your mind.

“Who are you?” Billy asked, still staying a comfortable distance away from you. From the glance he shot Stu, he saw the lack of. . . anything in your eyes.

“Valerie Leers,” you held your hand out in an almost rhetorical sense. Billy and Stu sat down uncomfortably, glancing at each other. “Pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

“Yeah,” Billy said, quietly agreeing. “You too.”

You hummed knowingly, winking at the flustered boy. “So! First things first,” you took a bite and everything was silent for a moment as you chewed. “Do you have any weapons?”

Stu was quick to shake his head, and you rose a disapproving eyebrow. You held your hand out expectantly and the blonde boy shook his head again. You stood up and moved gracefully and soundlessly around the table.

Stu wasn’t even able to process the fact that you were right next to him before you seized his arm and pulled the knife out of his sleeve. “Mhm.” You hummed happily and set the knife on the table, taunting both of them. Something about the way you handled the blade with such grace and familiarity clued them in on the fact that this wasn’t the first time you’d held something that deadly.

“So!” You clapped your hands together. “I want into this thing, but I need to know the plan and how I’m going to fit into it.”

Both the boys stared at you blankly. For a long, long moment, nobody said a thing. Then you spoke up again, fake exasperation drawn over your features. “What’s the plan?” You rolled your eyes when nobody spoke once again. You held a hand over your heart, “Do you not trust me? You wound me.”

Stu tentatively shook his head, stopping abruptly when Billy kicked him under the table. You smiled at the glare Billy shot you. “No. We don’t fucking trust you. You can’t just waltz into our lives, expose us, and expect us to spill our guts to you.”

With lightning speed, you snatched the knife off the table and held it to Billy’s stomach. “If that’s what you want. I’ll spill your fucking guts right now. Maybe that’ll make you trust me?”

Stu stood quickly, his chair toppling behind him. You slipped the concealed knife out from under your sleeve and, without looking, held it to his throat. “Neither of you move or I’ll gut both of you and leave.”

You turned to Stu. “After all, as you so eloquently put the other day, no one would suspect a girl.”