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"Flirting With Danger." Poly!Ghostface X FEM! Reader.
Hey, hey, hey! It's Multi-May! First fic is here and boy is it a doozy, 10,000 words dedicated to THE poly ship of all time on this blog! This is a belated b-day fic for @29bohemianmoons who has a speical more customized version, the one you all get is more reader insert friendly. I have a lot planned for this month, this is just the start of it so buckle up!
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Rating. Explicit. Length. 10. Billy Loomis X Stu Macher X FEM! Reader. Poly!Ghostface. She/Her Pronouns. Warnings: Breaking And Entering. Predator/Prey. Teasing. Banter. Ghostface Hunting The Reader. Fear Play. Taunting. Making Out. Voyeurism. Pampering. Slight Exhibitionism. Vaginal Fingering. Getting Double Teamed. Blow Job. Cunnilingus. Rimming. Vaginal Sex. Raw Sex. Cream Pie. Sloppy Seconds. Degradation. Praise. Talking You Through It. Smugness. Dirty Talk. Choking. Overstimulation. Multiple Orgasms. Aftercare.
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The term is urban exploring. Of course, you have heard of it, and it isn’t like you are shocked that they have heard it exactly… More so that you just didn’t expect them to have any kind of real and vested interest in it, certainly not enough to make them want to actually partake.
So when the suggestion is made over dinner one night with a movie on the TV and the three of you on the couch in a neat little row? You are a tad surprised. To the point that the pizza you were bringing to your mouth stops in midair. The food lowers, your brows furrow, and you ask, “You want to go where?”
“Out of town, on a little romantic getaway-” Stu starts, and you cut him off with a laugh and a roll of your eyes, “-I’m not having trouble with the concept of going out of town, or of a romantic getaway. The thing I am stuck on is the locale put forth-”
Stu makes an offended sound that causes Billy to crack a smile, before he jumps in to “help” by way of asking you, “C’mon, what’s wrong with it?”
Around the bite of your pizza, you laugh before saying, “Ohhhh I dunno, an abandoned mall is one of the last places I’d consider the ideal setting for a romantic weekend together.”
One of Billy’s hands comes down onto your thigh. He squeezes as he tries to sell you on the idea and smooth out Stu’s ruffled feathers at the same time, “Have you ever not had a good time when Stu and I planned something?”
The man makes a good point, they have more than proven themselves time and again; They suggest an activity, you go along with it, fun is always had. You quickly apologize to him, very sincerely, “You are so right, I’m sorry for pissing on the party.”
Stu mutters loud enough for you to hear, “There is no appreciation for our artistic vision or our creative sense, I swear-” He sighs heavily before saying at a regular volume, “-I guesssss we can forgive you-”
“How big of you-” A smile creeps onto your face, along with your pithy reply.
Stu cuts back in, pressing, “-I wasn’t done! We can forgive you iffff, you put your total and complete trust in us while we are away and do whatever we say.”
Billy’s grip tightens on your thigh, causing you to cast a glance his way. He gives you a meaningful look which tells you that he is in total agreement with Stu. You get the sense he is very serious about this whole plan, whatever it is. Billy’s cynicism surpasses even yours, so him being so in with Stu’s idea is telling, meaning? You are completely and totally sold, just like that.
To let them know just how contrite you are, you take the plate off your lap and put it on the coffee table, and with your hands free you take one each of theirs. Your eyes flit from Billy to Stu as you impart, “I promise to go along with whatever you have planned on our weekend away.”
Stu looks suspicious yet hopeful, he asks, “You mean it?”
You tell him, “I do.”
To hammer home how sincerely you mean it, you shift your hands, hooking your pinkies with theirs. It’s been a long-running bit, Stu started it ages ago as a joke but somewhere along the way pinkie promises have taken more of its original meaning. It is now used to telegraph how deeply committed you are to a promise instead of used for comedy. When you make one, there is no wiggling out of it, no back peddling. You are totally locked in on this. Billy usually rolls his eyes whenever you do this, but not this time.
Stu seems much more pleased and completely believes you with the simple curling of fingers together. He utters an enthusiastic, “Yesss!” He leans over and kisses your cheek.
You lean away, wiping at your face as you exclaim, “Bleck! Wipe your mouth first next time! Fuckin’ pizza grease, are you trying to get me to break out?”
Stu wraps his arms around your waist and holds you close as he places several more messy kisses over your cheek while you squirm all the while. You are begging him to stop or for Billy to help, who categorically refuses while he laughs.
So you pack a bag and a few days later the weekend is upon you, the car is packed, and soon you are in the passenger seat as you tear down the highway. Billy is driving, you have control of the music, Stu is stretched out in the backseat and excited conversation is had over the tunes. The drive breezes by easily, your destination is a few hours of time and several towns over. When you pull into the parking lot and lay eyes on the mall for the first time, you are frankly impressed by the size. You find yourself actually excited to see everything it has to offer inside. You are very ready to get out of the car and stretch your legs, too. The car is parked under some trees, behind the mall, hidden from the view of the road. You obviously are not supposed to be here, and you don’t need anyone getting tipped off to you all trespassing and potentially putting an early end to your fun. Not to mention the potential legal trouble, you’d rather not worry about it unless it actually happens so you push the mild concern from your mind.
Billy unbuckles his seatbelt and declares, “Okay, let's get the shit out of the car-”
You question, “Wait, all of it?”
Stu chimes in, “Yeah, all of it.” He leans forward, between the driver and passenger's seat, raising his eyebrows as he says, “Remember your promise?”
You certainly do, so without another word of protest, you release your own seatbelt and hop out. The car is swiftly unpacked then locked, bags hoisted over shoulders and the boys carrying a cooler between them. Stu steers you all in the right direction with a point, “That door over there.”
You shift and head to where he indicated, you pull on the doorknob and find that yes the door is in fact unlocked. Pulling it open, you stand to the side and allow them to head on through. You follow, the door closes behind you as you ask, “Seriously, this place is just left unlocked like that?”
“Nah, usually when someone finds a place like this, just one low-key door is broken into, every other door is probably locked up tight.” Stu informs simply, tacking on, “Plus everything’s been cleared out, not like there is anything worth stealing.”
It makes sense. You entered on the lower floor of the two-story former bustling shopping centre and your eyes wander. From the high arched ceiling comprised of glass letting in ample light, to the various shopfronts and the long multicoloured tile floor stretching out in front of you. The place is grand, and your curiosity is strong, it feels like it is purposefully drawing you deeper, and you give in to the feeling without question.
The three of you walk along, the pace is slow and every step echos in the large empty space, the sound carries absurdly well. If there is anyone else here, you are sure you’d be able to know, and that provides some level of comfort.
You wander along the lower level, get a basic sense of the layout, pass by what used to be thriving businesses at one point. You walk by a now defunct jewellery store, what used to be a kitchen supply outlet, a former hot topic, the usual things you’d expect to find. Some of the store signs were totally removed, obviously closed long before the mall itself was shuttered. The lower level hosts the old food court, the tables, chairs and booths remain, affixed to the floor. Past that, you find the heart of the mall, a large open space with stairs and nonfunctioning escalators that can take you to the upper floor. There are benches around what was once a fountain that has long run dry, the tile work still looks surprisingly good, all things considered.
You ask, “How long ago did this place close?”
“Like, five years?” Stu supplies, and you are impressed that it all still looks this good. Billy is the one to suggest, “Lunch?”
You all decide here is a good a place as any. Perching on the edges of the fountain, the cooler is partly unpacked and a leisurely meal is shared with the sun shining high above your heads and pouring from the large glass domed ceiling.
The question that has been lingering on your mind is at last asked, “So are we just gonna explore around or is there a goal for this excursion?”
A brief look is shared between Billy and Stu, something communicated silently that you are totally out of the loop on. You are informed by Billy, “The goal will be made clear soon enough.”
You scoff, but still smile, “Ominous, but okay you cryptic bastard, fine.” The barb is punctuated by a firm bite down on a carrot stick, the satisfying crunch book ended by Stu’s laugh that echos outwards around you. The conversation meanders over sandwiches, chips and the assorted fruit and vegetables you insisted on packing. The main topic is about the mall itself and what it was like when it was in its heyday, to which Stu finally spills, “My parents brought me here before.”
“No shit?” You question, and he replies, “Yeah, Christmas shopping once, did the whole picture with Santa thing. It got framed, and my folks still have it up in their place.”
“Is it weird being back here with it like this, then?” You inquire, and he laughs, “No way, it’s honestly cool seeing how different it is.”
You asked Billy if he’s ever been by here, and he said, “No, I never even really visited the one closer to our home town unless necessary. I’m not much of a mall rat, if you can believe it.”
“I figured you’d live and breathe the capitalist consumerist dream! You mean to tell me it doesn’t get your dick hard?” You joke.
Stu jumps in before Billy can reply, “You know just as well as I do what gets him off and shopping isn’t it.”
Billy sighs, rolling his eyes and taking a bite of his sandwich. He lets you both carry on, riffing loudly down this path, assigning outrageous fetishes and kinks to him for the comedy of it.
After lunch is done, the rest of the lower floor is explored.
Finally, you find that next to the bank outlet you find a furniture store, the boys encourage you to follow them in. You do as asked, and you discover this place isn’t totally empty, the large cavernous space has one pretty exciting feature in the middle of it.
There is a huge rectangular carpet and on said carpet there is what can only be described as a hotel room set up. A bed, nightstands, a couch, most things you would find in a standard rented room for the night just here in no man's land in this abandoned store. Once close enough, the boys start to set down their bags and the cooler.
Billy walks over to the mattress and crouches down, inspecting something, and Stu asks, “Is it clean?”
“Yep, no bed bugs, we’re good.” He stands back up and states, “We should take advantage of the light and set up now.”
You really can’t take being out of the loop much longer, and you ask, “Set up what?”
Stu is closer, he hooks an arm around your shoulders and pulls you near as he explains, “Soooo we aren’t staying in town at like a hotel or whatever, we are spending the night in the mall. Right here!”
You would say that sounds terrifying, if you were alone, but you are with them. Honestly, anyone who comes in here should be much more scared of them, especially if they tried anything funny. So any worries don’t have the chance to grow legs, you just remember your promise, keeping that in mind you ask, “How many people know about this place? Did you have to like book it in advance so no one else tries to ‘stay over’ during the same time or?”
Stu seems very pleased you aren’t fighting them on staying over. He humours you as he responds while he fondly squeezes your shoulders, “Oh yeah, had to put in our rez months ago, it was a real shit show but anything for youuu.”
The boys insisting on bringing everything in right away makes sense now.
You drop your bag onto the rug and ask, “Okay, so how are we doing this?”
It doesn’t take that long with the three of you all putting in the work. The bed is made, the bags partly unpacked, there is even a generator nearby to plug in a few things if need be. The boys fill you in that this is a hidden gem of a thing, not a lot of people know about it, and it’s been kept hush, hush. It all explains why the space still looks so pristine and hasn’t been ransacked to shit.
You flop down onto the bed, proclaiming, “And all on the honour system, turns out there is still some good in the world.”
Stu drops beside you, stretching out while humming, “Seriously.”
Billy is standing nearby, watching you both he asks, “Comfortable?”
“Come try for yourself.” Comes the retort from you and he joins. The bed is a king-size, meaning it is big enough for the three of you, thank God.
You don’t intend to have an afternoon nap, but it just kind of happens. Curled up and cozy, the talking slows until eventually you all just kinda pass out without meaning to. When you wake up, you are groggy and a little confused. It takes a moment for it all to click back into place of where you are. You nudge the boys awake, the sun is a lot lower, you all get yourselves up and leave the furniture store behind. Intent on checking out more of what the mall has to offer before the sun totally sets.
The upper floor you take a bit longer exploring, walking through some of them, checking out store rooms and offices. In the administration portion, you even find a map printed back there on the wall and from there are able to figure out how to access the delivery loading doc. It is much more fun than you expected, walking around the space, the conversations that start and stop are interesting, not ones you’d have if not for this venue. You allow yourself to wind down strange hallways both physically and verbally and feel oddly closer for it.
As night draws closer, you seriously wonder what it is that they have planned, you don’t want to keep bugging them about it. You’ve broken off to go use the bathroom, and are thinking that when you come back out, you might just ask one last time what exactly their intentions are. However, when you come out, you discover that you are alone.
Your head turns to the left, and you don’t see them. Then you turn your head to the right, still no sign.
Weird.
The phone in your hand vibrates, and your eyes turn downwards to it, seeing a text notification. You click on it. The message is from an unknown number, and reads, “The game starts in five minutes. The idea is simple! Try not to get caught, put up a good chase. Stomach some of your worst fears for our entertainment, and then we’ll do whatever you want.”
Christ you should have known.
This isn’t the first time you’ve done a game like this, but it has been a long while, it is honestly overdue. You love your boys dearly, and you know intimately the urges they have and that they need a good outlet on occasion. It is necessary to keep themselves happy and healthy, remain even keel. You are very happy to help them do this, but this is a step-up. In a totally new and unfamiliar setting, sure you spent a while walking around and have a general sense of the layout, however you weren’t exactly paying super close attention. At least not the level you would have if you knew that this was tonight's intention. Add on losing light and the fact you will have to rely on your flashlight soon, and how different a place can look in the dark? It’s a totally different ball game. Keeping in mind all the while that there are two of them, and they are working in tandem against just one of you.
Well, you do have one thing on your side, the sheer amount of space here and places to hide. Not to mention how many times you’ve done these kinds of games and how well you know them.
Standing stock static still is not the way to win this game, you want to do this right because the prize is too tantalizing. You start to walk, knowing just where you want to head, mind awash with just what you might ask them to do for you later.
You aren’t a match for them when it comes to cardio. Obviously, you are going to have to run at some point, the chase is a big part of it, but you can’t outrun them. Hiding is needed, so it all doesn’t end prematurely, making it exciting is important. You intend to lengthen the process as much as you can. Making sure to keep your ears open, you decide to try finding a good spot to lie low for a while. You move quick and quiet, eyes constantly scanning the surrounding area.
You are alone. Completely and totally so, and that is fucking terrifying. All alone in this huge, imposing structure, devoid of life and empty, steadily growing darker and darker. The place wasn’t scary at all in the daylight and when you were with them, but now that you are solo, and they are on the hunt for you? The fear is rising in you, first pooling in your stomach and curling up your spine, terror setting up camp in the corners of your mind as the light continues to fade. You can’t let yourself get too freaked out this early on, or it is certain to bite you in the ass.
You look all around, keeping your head on a swivel as you walk, you don’t like how out in the open you are right now. Your five-minute head start is ticking down, and you are still much too close to where they left you. It is obvious that the bathroom you just left is going to be the first place that they check, you need to put some distance between you and here. Picking up the pace into a light jog, still trying to keep your steps light, being mindful of the echo as you head towards the back offices. You find the door you were hoping for and slip inside.
The hallways stretch and turn, you move quick and quiet. Soon finding what used to be, one of those unassuming administrative office room that backs onto a clothing store. You enter, then keeping the door cracked and plant yourself flat against the wall and you wait.
Your five minutes are up, and your two boys are ready to play.
When you had gone to use the bathroom, the two of them immediately made their way back to where you set up camp in the furniture store. Stu drafted the text on the burner phone on the way, a brief exchange made, expressing how amped they were to finally be doing this here.
Once they had made it back to their bags, their beloved costumes were pulled out. The text is sent and all that was left was getting dressed. Gearing up was done with the same excitement it always was, the air between them crackling with electric potential and promise. There isn’t any conversation when getting dressed, nothing to say, plenty of talk happened in the weeks leading up to this. Finally, before the masks are put on, Billy asks, “Think she’ll put up a good chase with so little notice?”
“Natch, she impresses and surprises up all the time.” Comes the easy and flirtatious response from Stu. A kiss is shared, briefly lingered in, before their masks are slid on.
No time is wasted once your five minutes are up, they are on the move. They know that there is no way that you’d stay around the bathroom, the question becomes just where you’d go.
You are still in the office, palms sweaty and straining to listen for them.
Waiting, waiting, the fucking waiting, that is the real killer. You want some kind of clue or sign of them, no matter what side they come in, you have an option to take the other direction. While left here and to your own devices, your mind fills in the blanks and left to wander, and in these situations your mind is not exactly cooking up nice pleasant thoughts.
Then, at last, the sign you’ve been waiting for. Down the hall, you hear a door being pushed open none too gently, your eyebrows raise, and you immediately start to retreat. Now that you know they are in the area, you feel confident in moving, putting more space between you. The store is bare, save for a few clothing racks, you weave between them, keeping low. You think that they wouldn’t split up this early, but better safe than sorry. Knowing your luck, if you weren’t careful, you might just bump into one and get surrounded on both sides. Peeking out, you see and hear nothing, think you are alone again.
You creep out slowly until you are back on the main walkway, around the other shopfronts, you think that perhaps you should-Then you see it.
A flash of white, a billowing of black fabric in your peripheral, and fucking Christ your blood runs cold. You don’t think you’ve been spotted yet, so you back up, pulse thumping in your ears. You wait for a moment, the moment, the one that will tell you just what direction you should go. It is this odd feeling that overtakes at times, a feeling in your gut to give you direction. It hasn’t steered you wrong in these situations yet, so you go with it.
First floor it is. The shut-down escalators are nearby, you break away for them. You don’t hear anyone in pursuit, that however means shit all, you don’t look over your shoulder it would just slow you down. You reach your destination, fingers grip the railings, and you make your way down the stairs. After reaching the bottom, you don’t wait, you keep going until you reach the food court and then find an adequate table to hide yourself under. You quiet your breathing, hugging your knees and listening, and a minute later you do hear it. Footsteps clear as day, purposefully heavy and echoing, it’s like they want you to know how near they are. It does as intended, your fear spikes.
Whichever one that you spotted sounds like they are on the escalator, the steps have a lackadaisical yet menacing quality to them, clunking on heavy metal stairs. You can imagine those sturdy leather combat boots you are so familiar with, tightly laced and well-loved, as they carry him to your location. You've been pursued many times by your boys while they are in those boots. It is like every footfall is purposeful and predatory, but not in any rush, like catching you is a forgone conclusion. An eventuality.
The sound changes, rubber soles meeting tiles, and it gets your hackles up. Nudging deeper under the table, you pray he doesn't come towards the food court. That prayer falls on the deaf ears of a God who stopped listening years ago. You curse to yourself as the steps grow louder on their approach. Trying to mentally figure out just where he is in relation to you is difficult. Your fear is clouding your mind, it’s not like you had the tables positions memorized but trying to think critically about it in this state is impossible. Relying totally on sound is all you have, which isn't much.
You can't look at your phone, worried that the light it gives off might give away your position. Time during these games has a terrible habit of always getting away from you. Has it been ten minutes or an hour since that text they sent? You have no way of knowing, that doesn’t potentially risk outing your current location.
Step.
Step.
Step.
Pause.
A tension, thick, heavy beat. Wait, wait, keep fucking waiting and hoping that he moves on.
No such luck.
“Tiiiiffaaaannnyyyy-” You flinch as he calls out your name, eyes squeezing shut as you take a deep breath. He speaks again, “-come onnn baby, I know you’re on this floor.” More footsteps, followed by more talking, and your eyes peek back open, “We both know you can’t run that quick.”
They know you so well, plenty aware with him so close, hiding is the first thing you’d do. The hallway ahead stretches long, trying to run down it would have been foolish, he would have seen you and made a beeline and there goes the game.
“You know we are gonna get you sooner or later.” Comes the next call and yeah, of course they are, but you intend to give them quite the run around before that happens. Then a true heart stopping moment that sends a shock up your spine, those boot clad feet come into your field of vision.
“Don’t look under here. Don’t look under here. Please don’t fucking look under here.” Your train of thought circles round and round your skull. He walks so easily, lazily, without a care in the world. Must be nice. You wish you could enjoy this as much as they do, doesn’t matter how many times you do this, you still get genuinely very scared every time, which you suppose is the entire point of it. You never have to worry about acting or selling it when you are really feeling the emotions in question so intensely.
Next you hear an all too familiar sound, a knife being dragged over a nearby tabletop, a distinct metal shhhhinck as the edge of the blade is run over Formica. Oh God, they brought the knives this time. Great.
Finally, the feet leave your line of sight, and you think that you can maybe crawl, get far enough away without being spotted. You decide to risk it, getting on your knees and starting to crawl, out from under the table. He is meandering away, and you think you might be able to do this. Until you misjudge it, when getting back on your feet, your shoes squeak loudly on the tile. His head snaps towards your direction immediately, you can feel his eyes land on you and shit. The view is bone chilling, empty souless eyes of that mask fixed on you, hand gripping that knife. It’s time to run.
You are in just the right position for it, hands on the ground and crouched, so you launch yourself forward like a runner at the starting line of a race. There you go, tearing off down the hallway.
He is in hot pursuit, and you need a plan, and quick. Should you try to trip him up? Take off into that defunct coffee shop and give him the run around? What to do, too many options, and you can’t settle on a single one so for the time being you just keep running.
Fear is a pretty good motivator, it is carrying you along swiftly, you think you might be able to-
And just before you could really start to wonder where your pursuer’s partner in crime could be, there he is. Sliding into view ahead of you, exactly where you were running towards.
Fucking shit.
You panic and make a hard left turn, and jackpot, this is the way that leads to the delivery bay. Pushing forward, you break through the doors and lucky you! Just what you need, this back hallway is lined with debris, trash that no one bothered to throw away when the mall shut down. You snatch up a metal pole and feed it through the door handles, creating an effective door jamb. Less than twenty seconds after you put the pole through the handles, something, or someone rather slams into the doors. Then it rattles multiple times, like it is continually trying to be forced open. The metal holds, this way is closed off, you bought yourself time and distance.
With a breathless laugh, you confidently head down the hallway in search of your next hiding spot.
The two of them are on the other side of the door that you managed to lock them out of. The pair of them are looking at each other, breathing heavier than normal from the run. Billy and Stu have always had a great sense for one another, have amazing nonverbal communication. It’s only gotten better since their shared “hobby” so there isn’t the need for words exchanged. The break is needed, masks tugged up and closing the minimal distance for a brief make out to get out some of this extra energy. Lips meet, tongues brush, teeth nip and heat spikes.
When they pull apart, Billy’s voice sounds significantly rougher when he gushes, “I fucking love her-”
Stu has a wide grin, gives a breathless laugh, agreeing, “Fuck, right? She’s the best.” Before hauling Billy in for another filthy tongue kiss. It is quick, they don’t want to lose you. The pair of them need to go the long way around to the loading dock, masks pulled back down, Stu gripping Billy’s hand and encouraging, “C’mon, let’s go get her!”
You have made it to the loading dock, now where should you go from here? There are multiple ways to gain entry back into the mall, you need to pick one, fully aware that they might choose that one in hopes of getting to you. A risk you can't avoid. Enough dawdling, you need to go. The hall you picked is windowless, and the sun fully set a while ago, so you are using the flashlight on your phone.
God, this place is so creepy. They must be living it up, a perfect hunting ground for them. A sudden sound makes you jump, causing your heartbeat to pick up. It was just a small pile of some of that scattered trash your foot accidentally knocked over. You mentally berate yourself for getting so freaked out over nothing, kicking the garbage in mild frustration.
“Stupid backrooms ass, fucking liminal space bullshit-” You mutter as you walk away.
You stumble across the old employee locker room and don't linger, pressing onward until you are back in the mall properly. The skylights provide a bit of natural light from the moon, not enough you feel comfortable enough to kill your light.
You’ve wandered back upstairs are standing in what used to be a sporting goods store, listening for them and hearing nothing. Stay or go, stay or go.
Stay.
Sitting yourself down behind the till and listening for them. The tension remains in your body as you are back to waiting. If you don't remain alert, you could lose when they appear again. Honestly, you think you nailed your hiding spot, nearly a half hour passes by with nothing. In fact, you hid so well, that the two of them resort to a rather dirty tactic. The phone in your pocket rings, and, stupid you, left your ringtone on. Getting onto your knees, your hand scrambles back into your pocket, fumbling for your phone, as you curse, “Shit, shit, shit-“
Finally getting a grip on it, you manage to silence it. Your palms are sweaty, and you wait, listening hard. You hear nothing. Then, finally, a footstep on tile. Yep, your position was given away, you shoot up, and there they are in the store with you.
It is back to the chase, but you were sitting for so long that your legs partly fell asleep. Meaning? You are totally boned. A valiant attempt at further chase is made, around the counter and through the store, you make it as far as the main hallway again before one of them gets a hand on you.
His grip is tight, and he yanks you back into the strong wall of his chest.
A gleeful, “Gotcha!” Is uttered by who is now obviously and clearly Stu.
Billy slides up, mask pulled off and hood back, he starts to speak, “My God, you-” his arm snakes around your waist, and he pulls you to him. He kisses your cheek before finishing his thought, “-did so fucking good!”
Stu wraps his arms around you, hugging you tightly and effectively squishing you between them both. He praises, “Seriously! New record!”
“Wait, really?” You ask in disbelief, and it is confirmed in stereo when they both say, “Yeah!”
“Majorly fun! God, we need to do this more-” Stu starts and Billy confirms, “Right? I feel so much better whenever we can let loose.”
You groan softly, “Ughhhh. My boys, please think of my heart and my knees!”
“Awe, didn’t have as much fun as us, hm?” Stu teases as he starts to pull back and unwrap his arms, however, Billy keeps his arm around your waist as you start to walk again.
You fire back, “Do I ever?”
“Yet you still humour us every single time. How lucky are we?” Billy always sounds happiest post hunt.
Stu agrees, “Supremely lucky, truly.” How sunny they are after this makes it worth it, always.
“Soooo I earned my reward?” You ask.
They both agree, Billy starts, “Completely!”
Stu finishes, “Whatever you want for the rest of the night sweetheart, scout's honour.”
You breathe a sigh of relief. Very happy for the night to move onto whatever strikes your fancy.
“You are so, so fucking lucky too. You know why?” Stu starts and you hum in question. He explains, “If you would have gotten chased by us up here, we were totally planning on using your fear of heights to our advantage.”
That sends a chill through you. Glancing towards the edge of the walkway, the metal railing with glass under it, that set up that brackets all the way around up here. They know how much you hate heights, you would have totally folded if they tried anything related to that.
“You guys are the fucking worsssst.” You grouse, and they laugh again. Pulling your phone out with one hand and flicking on the flashlight feature. Your other hand settles on Billy’s while it rests on your waist, you pull him along, leading him towards the escalator. You are intent on going downstairs and making it back to the furniture store.
The boys follow your lead happily, you and Billy descend the escalator first. Billy asks, “Sooo anyone hungry?”
Stu follows close behind as he replies, “Yeah, should we start thinking about dinner?”
You glance briefly over your shoulder as you inform, “Yeahhh, maybe later on. Think I’ve got another craving to satisfy first before I can even begin to give a shit about that.”
“Ahhh, reward first, food later?” Stu asks, and you tell him, “Exactly.”
“So what are you craving then?” Billy inquires.
It rolls easily off your tongue, “After the shit you put me through? I think I deserve something sweet.”
Very soon, you are back in the furniture store, as soon as you hit the edge of the carpet you start to take your shoes off. You slip away from them and make your way to the bed. You turn, then flopping backward onto it with your arms out. The warm comfort of the bed is very welcome, you stretch out with a sigh. Turning your head to look over to see them getting their robes off. Once they have stripped the costumes and dealt with their own shoes, you make your first direction known, your tone haughty and demanding, “Pamper me.”
It pulls a surprised laugh from the duo. Billy rolls his eyes and Stu is still chuckling as he approaches, “Jesus fuck, you are so funny.”
With Stu close enough you reach out and hook a finger in his belt loop, tugging him nearer as you say, “Yes, I know, I’m hilarious. I am also being serious, you both said anything I want and this is what I want.”
Billy has come around the other side of the bed, sitting on the edge as he affirms, “And we are gonna keep our word, don’t worry your highness.”
“New nickname, hm? I’ll be honest, I’m not mad at it.” You tease as you pull again, encouraging Stu to join you and Billy on the mattress. He relents. You are overjoyed at this moment. Right now, here with them, the whole affair they put you through already feels worth it.
As Stu gets comfortable, Billy takes the opportunity to kiss you first. Leaning up into him, you return the affection, your lips slowly moving against his. You can feel that you are being watched, the sensation only lasts a minute before you feel Stu’s hand on you. He can never only observe you, he always has to join in, at least he starts at an easy pace. His touch seems to have no destination or any real purpose other than to make you relax, and between the lazy tracks his fingers draw and Billy’s unhurried kisses it is working. Moving from your shoulder to brush over your collarbone, barely tracing the curve of your breast with the backs of his knuckles before travelling down your side.
As Stu grips your hip, thumb tracing over the bone, Billy’s tongue finally parts your lips causing you to softly moan into the ongoing kiss. Stu’s fingers are trailing up and down your thigh when he says, “You seriously impressed us earlier.”
You let out a questioning hum, and that is all that was needed for Stu to continue on, “Really. After you gave us the slip into the back hallways Billy was going on and on while we hunted you down.”
You break the kiss with a breathless laugh, asking, “Really?”
Taking this as a cue, Billy’s mouth moved, affection laid down over your jaw and down your neck as he confirms, “Really, I still can’t get over it.”
“You give suuuuch good chase, getting better all the time.” Stu praises and Billy adds on, “The perfect victim really.”
God, that sends a thrill through you. They keep it up similarly, Stu insisting, “No one looks better when on the run-”
Billy is musing with his mouth still against your throat, “And when she screams?”
A sigh from the blonde, “You are just too fucking good for words, can’t do you justice.”
Their words are serving to relax and cause you to further melt. You are pleasantly adrift thanks to them, the next question pulls you back closer to Earth, “What do you want us to do next?”
You know just what you need, asking, “Touch me?”
Stu in that totally classic asshole way of his taunts, “We’re already all over you!”
You whine his name and Billy admonishes his partner in crime, stopping to level a look over to him, “Play nice man, she went above and beyond tonight, she’s more than earned this.”
“I am! I’ll do whatever she wants, she just has to be specific.” Stu explains.
If that is how he wants to play it, you can do that. You hold eye contact as you state plainly, laying out just what you want, “Make me feel good, be creative, make me cum and cum fucking hard and don’t stop until I’m satisfied.”
Can’t get more clear than that.
Stu’s grin practically splits his face, he sing-songs out, “You asked for it.”
Billy starts to deal with your clothing, Stu helping to strip you bare and give them full access to do just as you requested. Even with the goal clearly laid out, the pair still have fun with it, grabbing greedy handfuls as they expose more and more of you. With the pair of them working in tandem it doesn’t take much to get you naked. Billy is tossing your underwear aside and before the pair of them can start overwhelming you again you say, “You are both way too dressed right now, fix that.”
“Whatever you say.” Billy says with a shrug, not at all complaining as he takes his shirt off, Stu following suit. Pants come off too, thrown onto the rug, leaving them in just their underwear. You rest your cheek on your hand and struck with an idea and a particular craving you speak up, “You know, you’ve been giving me a lot of attention so far, don’t go neglecting each other now.”
They know just what you are after, and who are they to deny you? Stu reaches out first, on his knees, leaning closer. Billy’s hands connect, splaying over his ribcage and initiating the kiss. You watch, perfectly content as the pair begin making out in earnest, wandering hands and the slick slide of their lips together serving to work each other up. You just know that anything they do to get each other going is going to be taken out on you, but the view is just too good. Billy has his hands on Stu’s hips as he deepens the kiss, the pace is picking up, getting more heated, and you watch the first pass of their tongues with great interest. Stu is the one to break the kiss, but Billy doesn’t let up, instead his mouth drags down, over his jaw and to his neck.
The affection laid down makes his head roll back, he breathes out a quiet, “Fuck man-” a half-laugh pairs with a light moan, and he makes eye contact with you. This image right here, is going to be burned into your mind. Your two boys, close enough that you could reach out and touch them, on their knees and mid-passionate make out and Stu’s gaze meeting yours in the heat of the moment. You feel a pulse between your tightening thighs and your bottom lip is caught between your teeth.
Stu’s hands squeeze Billy to get his attention, and he says, “Think she’s ready for more.”
The brunette lets up and glances over to you and smiles, “Yeah, she looks like she’s feeling lonely.”
“Soooo lonely.” You simper and the pair descend upon you.
Stu kisses you, deeply, full on the mouth. Further, he wraps one arm around you, his hand slides under your arm, cradling you nearer to him as his fingers are able to trace the curve of your breast. The touch is gentle, but it doesn't remain so, it becomes greedier as he closes on your already hard nipple.
While Stu is busy rolling the taut flesh between his fingers and licking into your waiting mouth, Billy is content to tend to your lower half. He slips his hand between your thighs and the first touch makes your breathing stutter. He is annoyingly good with his hands, and can devastate you with minimal effort. Currently, he is kissing over your hip while his thumb rubs confident circles over your clit, pleasure slides through you like water down a drain. You spread your legs wider, squirming your hips, silently begging for more. Luckily for you, Billy provides, mercifully his touch remains consistent, and the feelings grow. While you are swept up in Stu’s kisses and his hands working over your tits, the thumb on your clit increases the pressure, and then you feel two fingers sink into you as deeply as they can.
Billy withdraws his fingers halfway before diving them in again, curling them up to that spot he knows like the back of his hand. When the pads of his fingers press upwards your back arches in response, mouth breaking apart from Stu’s as you moan, “Oh God-”
Stu looks down the length of your body, taking in what Billy is doing with a lewd grin, the praise flows out easily, “Look at you earning the first real moan of the night.”
“Don’t tell me you want to keep score tonight.” Billy sighs, curling his fingers again and Stu laughs as his ministrations on you pause for the time being, “No, no way. We’ve got much more important things to do than some dumb shit like that.”
A particular pleasurable pass of his fingers tears an even louder moan from you next, causing Stu to perk up further, “Speaking of!”
Billy agrees readily, “Now that is something worth talking about.”
“Let’s check in with her, shall we?” Stu asks before looking down at you, “Feeling good?”
Your lips are still parted, you are about to reply when the fingers still gently holding your nipple instead tweak the tender flesh harshly. You nearly yelp in response, earring a laugh from the duo. You whine out, “So fucking mean!”
“Awe, I know, sorry!” Stu doesn’t sound sorry in the least. Billy’s hand hasn’t broken stride when he speaks up next, “He is so hard on you, but you take it amazingly well.”
You find your voice, a soft moan before that one word in question, “Yeah?”
“Oh God yeah, you’ve been blowing us away all fucking night.” Billy praises and then moves his hand harder, the obscene sounds of him fingering your cunt filtering out, loud and wet. “Just listen to her right now!”
“Can’t listen to anything else right now, so loud.” Stu replies before lowering his head, his fingers release your nipple and instead his tongue starts tracing around it making you let out a terribly hot sounding whimper.
He is right, your moans are just getting louder, increasing in pitch as you are getting closer to release. It’s been only a few short minutes, and you are steadily working towards the edge, unable to shut up as you do. The moans release unbidden, spilling out while you can’t do anything but endure. Your body feels as if it is out of control, helplessly dragged along the rough current of total bliss that they provide, threatening to outright drown you.
“Oh she’s getting close.” Billy is practically grinning at the sensation of your walls tightening up around his fingers. Stu’s mouth lifts briefly to comment, “Already? It’s been what, all of five minutes?”
“We are just that good.” Billy replies and Stu agrees simply, “Clearly.”
They really were, you were teetering on the edge of cumming, so fucking close, and they work together help to seal the deal. Billy utters in a sweetly condescending tone, “C’mon, you deserve it.”
Stu piles on, “Yeah you do, and we both want it, almost as bad as you do.”
They are so right. You do deserve it. You do cum at last and the strength of it makes your whole body shiver, a loud cry ringing out in the mostly empty space around you. Billy works you through it perfectly, drawing out your high as long as he can until you are nearly sobbing out, “St-stop, stop please, I-I need a sec-”
Thank God he listens, only one more circle around your clit before his fingers slip out, he holds them up to Stu who happily leans in and cleans up your mess with gusto. He moans around Billy’s fingers, tongue rolling between them before they are pulled out with a wet pop. Stu starts to untangle from you as he says, “I gotta get a taste from the source.”
Billy presses a hand to Stu’s chest as he says, “Are you capable of giving her a minute to recover before you attack her?”
“No, not without you occupying my very short attention span.” Comes the taunt in response. Billy rolls his eyes fondly before he leans in to kiss him, a hand out to grip him through the thin layer of his underwear. You watch the pair again as they keep each other busy, you bring your breathing back to normal. In a few short minutes, you’ve regained some strength, and they’ve lost what little they had on.
You are on your back, legs spread and Stu is making himself comfortable between your thighs. Hands on your hips and his mouth coming down to your soaked cunt, his tongue running up through your dripping folds, he runs a trail up from your hole to your clit. You react as if you were shocked, a gasping moan of his name tears out from your throat. He moans against you as he starts to eat you out, putting that stupidly long tongue of his to work. Billy is laying beside you, watching as Stu is winding his tongue around the most sensitive part of you over and over.
Your eyes are squeezed shut at the moment, breathing already becoming wrecked again and feeling far too good for how l little he has done this far. “It is so hot to watch him work, don’t you think?” Billy asks. You agree without thinking, “Yea-yeahh.”
“How do you know? You aren’t even looking.” He teases, before saying next, “Come on, he is working so hard to make you feel good! The least you can do is look.”
You know you aren’t going to get out of this. A groan as you make yourself open your eyes, looking down your body to see Stu’s eyes turned up towards you as his mouth works. You feel a pulse of heat shoot up your spine upon making eye contact. He sucks on your clit, and it is a struggle to keep your attention focused on him. “There you go, see what I mean?”
You pant out, “Yeah, I-I get it, fuck-”
“He makes it look so fucking good, I feel a bit left out.” Billy muses and Stu gestures with his hand, an encouraging wave of his fingers, inviting him down. Billy asks, “You feeling lonely too, hm?”
Stu nods, not stopping his work and that is all the convincing Billy needs. You are adjusted, rolled onto your side, one of Stu’s hands on your inner thigh holding your leg out of the way. He focuses on your clit, flicking over it again and again as Billy sinks down to join. A casual, “Hey.”
Stu’s laugh vibrates around your clit, quickly responding, “Hey man, glad you could join me.” And getting right back to it with such fervour your head falls back with a passionate moan.
Now most people can easily see the appeal and get behind the idea of a double blow job, but not enough people are as ready to preach for the same when it comes to eating pussy. Logistics are not that big an issue so long as you are willing to get a bit creative.
While Stu is able to give your clit consistent stimulation, Billy has the rest of the space to play, and fuck does he ever take advantage and play. He runs his tongue around the edges of your soaking wet hole, before starting to dip inside. The pleasure of it steals your breath away. The ecstasy, the heat of their combined mouths, not to mention having their complete focus on just your enjoyment; it is a lot to take. Your face buries in the pillow, you moan incoherently as your fingers twist in the sheets.
There is this moment, that often happens during a double blow job, no matter who is on the receiving end of it. Whenever you are your knees, with one of them with you to devastate the third party with unending feeling, your mouths have a habit of meeting. It is thoroughly natural, a tongue wanders too far, lips brush and as if magnetized you kiss. A make out mid-blow job is akin to breathing, automatic and hardwired into your DNA. So the two of them doing the same while between your spread legs only makes sense. You are treated to the sounds and added feeling, as they switch between kissing each other and licking and sucking at you.
You are whispering broken disbelieving praise into the fabric rubbing against your cheek, “Fuck, fuck, so-ohh good-”
Soon the pair are more focused on you again, Stu is strumming your clit and the edge is slowly creeping up low in your stomach. Before you can truly contend with how quickly this is happening, Billy ramps it up. His tongue is teasing the tight rim of your asshole and Christ alive. You are being catapulted to orgasm in frankly record time. Stu’s tongue winding clockwise on your clit and Billy’s going counter, and you have no idea which to lean into or away from.
“Shi-shit, M’ close! Don’t stop-” You beg and they listen. The second orgasm of the night sweeps through you, body tense and your knuckles nearly aching from how tightly you are gripping the sheets. They help you ride it out beautifully, don’t stop until your hand comes down to push weakly at Stu’s forehead, “Ease up.”
The pair of them both listen the first time, which you are mildly shocked by, until their intentions become clear. You’ve already cum twice, are more than warmed up and ready, meaning that it’s time to start putting your holes to work. They start to untangle from you and reposition themselves, talking as they do, Billy says lightly, “She cums so quick, it’s almost embarrassing.”
Stu retorts, “Right? Lucky for her, we find the whole uselessly pathetic thing hot.”
“Love how you talk about me like I’m not even here.” You breathe and that earns a laugh from them both.
“Awe trust me, we know you are here baby.” Stu coos condescendingly, and Billy chirps after, “Just what you’ve got to say is of little consequence of what we want to do.”
You suppose they have a point. You roll onto your back, legs still spread and Billy is in position, grinding his hard shaft against you. Stu has taken his place up near your head, he is on his knees with his fingers in your hair. Your lips part so your tongue swipes over his tip, and he breathes out your name. As you begin to take him into your mouth, Billy starts to sink into your cunt and the real fun begins.
It is easy at first, your legs over Billy’s hips as he rocks into you, with a hand around the base of Stu’s shaft as your head bobs up and down. You are doing pretty well, have a good rhythm, until Billy’s hand falls between your legs and his thumb starts to circle your clit again. God, they cannot leave it alone tonight, thoroughly abusing it so totally. You find it hard to keep your movements smooth, your hand starts to falter, and your tongue feels heavy in your mouth.
Stu asks, “Awe can’t keep up? Billy too good at fucking you dumb, hm?”
He really is. You whine pitifully around the shaft in your mouth, and Billy joins in, “Dunno if I’m that good, or she’s just that easy.”
It can be both, you think it genuinely might be. Billy gets into such a good rhythm that you can’t even pretend to continue blowing Stu, your lips mouth absently at his head while you just try to hang on. Stu’s hand pats your cheek lightly as he degrades you, “Can’t get your mouth to work right either! C’mon try a little harder.”
You do try, you honestly do, but it is just so fucking difficult. Billy pants out, “Prettiest, stupidest slut around, and she’s all ours.”
You are completely all theirs. No one else’s.
This position doesn’t last.
Next up, Stu gets a turn, to make up for your lacklustre blow job you are made to ride him. Billy has his hands on your hips, helping you keep a good pace, until you start getting close that is. Then he has one hand on your throat as he is behind you, whispering in your ear, “Don’t stop, don’t slow down. Cumming is no fucking excuse baby, you gotta keep going. Make him feel good.”
God that tone, they are both just so fucking smug.
“I’m tr-try-ing!” You groan, eyes squeezed shut. Your thighs are trembling, you don’t think you can keep this up, Billy sees you slowing down so he helps you out. He squeezes your throat and uses that point of contact to force you up and down, it steals some of your breath, isn’t out right choking but if you kept this up your vision would be going fuzzy around the edges. At last, your third orgasm of the night rips through you and it is incredible. You are gasping for breath when it has run its course.
You can’t keep this up, much too sensitive and weak, so they take further control.
Billy finds his release with you on your hands and knees in doggy style, he cums deep in you to the root with your name staining his tongue. He pulls out and when he does, your arms give out, tired body falling onto your stomach. Stu takes back over, forces into your overflowing cunt and uses Billy’s cum as lube. He doesn’t stop until he’s dumped another full load into you, saying beautifully degrading things to you all the while.
It is like a switch is flipped when it is time for the aftercare. Kisses pressed to your hairline and cheeks, you are relaxed as can be on the mattress. You are partly cleaned up, then wrapped up in their arms. You are totally blissed out as you cuddle, completely spent. It is quiet for a few minutes, until you speak up, “There was talk of dinner earlier?”
“Ahh, she’s finally hungry.” Stu says with a grin.
“Aren’t you after all that?” Billy asks and Stu concedes, “Duh, of fucking course I am. I’ll wrangle the food, you set it up.”
They let you go and get up, you lie there and watch them both get their respective tasks done. In a few short minutes, you aren’t alone in bed any longer. Stu has some cold pasta salad from the cooler and a few forks, as well as a few drinks for all of you. You were much more interested in what Billy had done though, he’d set up a projector screen, the portable projector is a gift you’d gotten them a while ago. You didn’t know that he’d packed it, but you should have expected it. The three of you sit on the mattress, close and comfortable, leaning on one another as you start to eat. The movie is one you’d seen before, but who cares about the content when you’ve got such good company.
It wouldn’t be a date night without a movie.
You lean up and kiss Stu on the cheek before doing the same to Billy, “I love you both so much, thanks for a seriously amazing romantic getaway.”
“I told you it was going to be good!” Stu exclaims, and you laugh, “That’s what you have to say? Not I love you too?”
“Figured it was implied.” He said with a shrug.
The rest of the night passes by like that, easy and comfortable, you don’t even make it through the whole movie before you all pass out. A tangled and still slightly sweaty mess of limbs in the dim glow of the projector.
"just let me hold somethin!" you huffed, annoyed at the man in front of you. thomas refused to let you hold anything—didn’t matter how big or small or how light or heavy it was. he treated you like a princess and princesses don’t hold anything.
this was nothing new, it was far from the first time you had this argument with your husband and you knew for a fact it wouldn’t be the last. but while your husband was used to doing everything for you—you were used to holding his hand.
you always felt awkward when you weren’t holding his hand, empty even. but you didn’t want to seem bratty or annoying as you really wanted his hand but they were both currently occupied. one hand held a body secured over his shoulder and the other was holding onto his beloved chainsaw.
“just give me the chainsaw!” his shoulders shook softly as he laughed—he would never let you hold such a thing, and it wasn’t because he didn’t trust you with it, he was just worried you’ll hurt yourself.
you scoffed, stopping mid walk and crossed your arms over your chest. it unfortunately took thomas about a minute to realize you weren't walking next to him and when he did he rushed over with a confused look on his face.
“i want to hold your hand” you pouted. thomas just stood there as he tried to process what you just said—you had pouted and been dramatic before but never have you done this. he sighed softly, moving the chainsaw to his other hand and wiping it clean of sweat.
he grunted, holding out his hand for you to grab "you could have just given me the saw" he scoffed, pulling you along to continue your walk home.
this is so short but i physically cannot think of what to write 😭😭😭
Big and hairy and dirty, chaotic, too much and too little, desperate, a puppy. Yeah he'll snap a fucker's neck, but if you tell him to sit like a good boy in that big assertive voice of yours? Ohhh man his ass is hitting the floor, eyes begging for what he knows you're gonna do to him next. He's been such a good boy today, and you always treat him so good
He's perverted and definitely has kinks of his own, and he'll be more than happy to let you try out anything under the sun. This man doesn't care. There's something in his head that can't comprehend the morals or the shame of it, but he certainly knows the pleasure
And those times you overstim him? He'll be whining and sobbing into your chest - begging for it to stop, but the second you even try to pull away he's having a hissy fit
Dont even get me started on how goddamn touch starved he is. The man has lived his whole life with basically nobody but his parents - every touch is like fire and he cannot get enough. He needs it like he needs air
Which also makes him very clingy - he'll hang onto you for hours, refusing to let you get up while he smothers you in kisses
